The 9/12 protests in Washington, DC last Saturday surprised everyone. Whether you believe there were 2 million people or 70,000, nobody expected anything like either number.
Eugene Robinson, professional race-baiter for the Washington Post, played the race card again, saying that those trashy Teabaggers have just been looking for an issue that would be excuse enough for them to vent their racism.
The legacy media focused heavily on the nutsiest people and signs. I don’t think they could find a single nut or sign that was overtly racist, as opposed to covertly racist–covert racism includes everything asshats like Robinson are annoyed by. Sure, there was a guy with a sign depicting Obama as witch doctor. I remember plenty of signs depicting GWB as cowboy or redneck.
So here’s my fundamental message to all of you people sitting there with race cards up your sleeves:
Get over yourselves. Most Americans aren’t racist. It’s worse than that. Most Americans don’t care about racism (though we won’t admit it, like we won’t admit we don’t care about the March of Dimes or Jerry’s Kids).
Very few American whites care about black grievances or about giving blacks something to be aggrieved about.
A few days ago, Maureen Dowd played the race card on Joe Wilson, the South Carolina congresscritter who forget his Southern manners and called Obama a liar in the middle of a speech. With morons like Wilson, who needs Democrats? But nobody plays the race card like an overprivileged menopausal upper-class New York articulate incompetent, and if she’s nothing else, La Dowd is all that and a bag of bitchy too.
Ok, let’s get on with the rape. I mean talking about rape.
Used to be, rape was a horrible crime. All right-thinking males, given a beer and a half, would advocate castration instead of pre-trial detention.
But nowadays, we must be skeptical of every rape accusation. We want to hear the facts before we get out the shears. And we will not take a woman’s word for it unless she can prove she didn’t know the guy before he crossed the finish line.
This is because feminists debased and devalued the definition of rape with their date rape campaign, which marked the end of rape as a heinous crime and its beginning as a metaphor for any sexual contact with a female after which she felt guilty, ashamed or annoyed. Way to go, feminists. If you tried a little more reacharound and a little less overreach, you might occasionally get what you want for once. If there’s any political movement that’s ever stuck the shotgun up its own butt and fired as many rounds into it’s stupid ass as feminism has, I’d like to know what it is.
Jimmy Carter and his spiritual grandchildren are similarly de-heinous-ing racism.
I can’t wait till I get accused of being a date racist.
Whoopi C. Goldberg, commenting on The View, was unhappy about the recent arrest of Romn Polanski by the Swiss, who are holding him for extradition to the US for prosecution for rape of a 13 year old girl. Goldberg said that what Polanski did wasn’t “rape rape.” What a “dum dum.”
The undisputed record is that Polanski got a 13 year old girl drunk on what Michael Jackson called Jesus Juice, gave her a Quaalude and had his way with her (several different ways, including third input) despite her sedated protests. So far, every voice in Hollywood that has commented directly has been in favor of Polanski. Approximately 72 vermin, including Martin Scorcese, Woody Allen and Jonathan Demme have signed a petition demanding Polanski’s release. Debra Winger has weighed in, nuttily as always. (To his credit, director Luc Besson declined to sign the petition, but appealed to the abstraction that “nobody should be above the law” rather than speaking specifically to the case. In the topsy turvy moral bizarro world of Hollywood, it’s dangerous to your career to disapprove of drugging and raping little girls.)
The transformation of rape from a crime to a misdemeanor is now complete. It’s no big Whoop Whoop.
Dennis Miller has distanced himself from his slimy Hollywood neighbors and unequivocally and polysyllabically come down on the side of justice.
More Hollywood people are coming out not backing Polanski. Who cares? They should have been out there from day 1, not waiting till they realized the whole country thought they were a bunch of pedophiles-at-heart. What I want to hear is Harrison Ford on Charlie Rose explaining why he thinks 13 year old girls really like it up the ass. I want to hear Harvey Weinstein explain how he gets bloodstains out of the casting couch. I want Bernardo Bertolucci to expound on why butter is better for underage girls.
Every single person who signed that stupid snotty “demand” that Roman the Rapist be weleased immediatewy! should be hounded to their dying day till they renounce and recant. I’m calling for a new Inquisition.
Harrison Ford endorsed the anal rape of a 13 year old girl. Think about that next time you watch him grin in one of his movies.