In post-modern, post-structuralist, post-racial America, those Blacks who reject identity politics and refuse to allow ascendant group narratives to either identify or constrain them — that is, individuals, who refuse to allow a politically motivated bloc (whose ostensible “leaders” have sold their “own” to the white liberal establishment for time slot on MSNBC or NPR or a cushy tenured job in academia, and through which they each help perpetuate and institutionalize the very conditions they then use to justify their grievances) to define who they are, what they must think, and how they must act and vote — are now “minstrels”, while the 97% of Blacks who voted in lockstep for a President who has destroyed jobs in the black community and helped re-ghettoize the country, are, by contrast, cast as autonomous free-thinkers who continue to Fight the Power.
Up is down. Black is while. Mother and Jugs are both Speed.
Until we as conservatives beat back the underlying assumptions that provide the intellectual cover for identity politics (where rigid enforcement of identity narratives, at the expense of individual dissenters, provides the appearance of a quasi-consensus governance), we will continue, by institutional inexorability and social momentum, to drift away from the ideas of our founding, where the individual, endowed with inalienable rights, was the paramount political, social, and yes, moral construct.
And that drift will take us, by ideological necessity, toward totalitarianism.
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related: saw the trailer for this movie at Blogcon and it looks to be well worth getting behind.
Hear, here! Best single-sentence-post on the intrawebs today!
Teh Gheys need to know their place too.
I added more. Just because I didn’t want to be accused of having a long, one-sentence post. Which I’ve been told is problematic. A sentagraph, I think it was called.
Based solely on word to period ratio, Jeff G. is among the smarterest people on the intartubez.
Based solely on words, MeggieMac is among the dumberest people on the intartubez.
Now, because of you, this song is in my head:
If buttercups buzz’d after the bee
If boats were on land, churches on sea
If ponies rode men and if grass ate the cows
And cats should be chased into holes by the mouse
If the mamas sold their babies
To the Gypsies for half a crown
If summer were spring
And the other way ’round
Then all the world would be upside down!
I never get lost in the long sentences. I didn’t even notice it was just one sentence. Plus, I think I understand the reason behind using them; at least, I know why I have used them when I use them.
White Guilt is the problem here.
Which, if you remember that in 2011, blacks catch about as much attitude as folks in wheelchairs or the blind or people with speech impediments or port wine stains on their faces or similar visible irregularities…
…or maybe less, in some cases…
…then it’s easier to say No when No needs saying.
White guilt and entitlement are the problems. One could argue that the entitlement sprang from the white guilt, but at this point the source no longer matters.
I meant a sense of entitlement, which often comes from entitlements.
I think I’ll write today off as far as commenting goes. My thoughts are too disjointed.
Well, go smoke a joint and get back to us!