Aspie with Attitude

Sure, I'm just another Southern Recovering Alcoholic NPR- and Sweet-Tea Addicted Comic Mom with Asperger's in the SFV, but I can tell you now that I don't necessarily fit the stereotype.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Obama Mania: Can Anyone See What's Really Happening Here?

Okay, so I wrote down all the Obamaspeak that I possibly could from Tuesday's speech by the new Emperor, all the collectivist talk about how we must do things for the common good and such. Really, I was hoping all this Obama Mania would die down by now and that maybe, just maybe, people would stop judging Obama by his skin color and start looking at what he's actually doing. As an artist who tries to surround myself with other comics, writers, and other culturally enlightened folk, however, it's really difficult to deal with the fact that even at the library where I take my children for storytime, there is the underlying subtext that I'm supposed to worship at the Obama altar, just like everybody else. I don't buy it, anymore than I'd be worshipping at the Hillary altar because she's a woman or at the John Edwards altar (what an altar that would be!) because he's from North Carolina. When are people going to wake up and see that Emperor Obama is no different than Bush? The media fawn all over the new Emperor so much so that even the rather wonderful Jim Ladd from 95.5 FM, KLOS has gotten into Obama worship. People believe the propaganda that there is going to be change and that for some reason, hope will somehow come through. All because there is a man whose father is black in the White House.

My wonderful friend, Lenard, even published a poem about how wonderful it is that a black man is president. Well, maybe, but what truly amazes me is how, when blacks have supposedly made so many strides so that we are supposed to look beyond skin color, everyone is hypnotized by Emperor Obama's skin color. The same thing has also happened, by the way, at the Canoga Park Bowl comedy show, where I perform three times each week. Sandy Brown, last night's emcee, was joking about how that now all whites are going to be assigned to a plantation, now that a "brother" is in the White House. I welcome all political jokes, but the not-so-subtle text of all the heaping praise that Sandy was placing on the new Emperor is that everything is okay because a man of half-African ancestory occupies 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Nobody seems to care much about the Constitution, or the new Emperor's lack of respect for it. And few blacks seem to notice anything but Obama's skin color. Is this the social progress and justice that so-called liberals have been clamoring for these past few decades? Meanwhile, it's business as usual at the place where George Bush approved of the murders of so many innocent people, albeit on the other side of the world. It's okay, I suppose, if the children killed are not your own. One of the few refreshing people that I know who is questioning Emperor Obama's ascendancy on the throne previously occupied by King Jorge is the incredible Wilt Alston, a fellow North Carolinian in exile. On Facebook, he passed around this blog entry, which shows not only the level to which the media fawn over Obama--the link to "Executive Order" shows how the press is worshipping the very pen that the Emperor is using, but that Obama has indeed approved the first murder of his term, which included three children killed. Explaining this tragic event to my children was only too easy--they understood that three children, just like them but in another part of the world, had been murdered. Their understanding of this horrid event was so simple, so much clearer than the adults who are spending time in Obama worship. They saw three children who are dead because the new Emperor commanded it so. My children do not much care about the new Emperor's skin color, nor do they care about whether or not Obama's African ancestors may have been enslaved at some point in time; they merely care about those three children, who will never grow up because of a murder that was okay with Emperor Obama. Of course, the Emperor's children, as with King Jorge's children, will probably never see the horror of battle and they will probably never have to worry much about their security, being that they will have Secret Service protection. In the White House, then, things haven't much changed, really. Except for the color of skin of the occupant. State-ordered murder is still occurring. But everyone is so worshipful of our new Emperor that no one seems to notice the little things like murder. No one, that is, except the families of those three children who were murdered. The media are too busy taking pictures of pens to notice those three children. But my own three children, who will not have the Secret Service protection, the servants, and the ever-flowing money that comes to a family that occupies 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, my own three very alive children think about those three dead children, those three children who will never grow to adulthood. And they don't care at all about the skin color of the new Emperor.

2 comments:

Jade said...

it's downright eerie to see everyone fawning over Obama.ive never seen an inaugeration so celebrity studded and heavily publicized. he totally seems like a figure head ushering in a new era. even ppl i know and respect love him. ack! "Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it’s time to pause and reflect.” - Mark Twain

Thinking Mama said...

Thanks so much, Jade! I especially like your Mark Twain quote. :)