The Funky Monkey Slips Up
Another e-mail asking me to comment on the Funky Monkey's San Francisco mutterings. I'm not quite sure why it is necessary for me to comment on the obvious--are White people really so incapable of drawing their own conclusions that they must have their hands held and be led about all the time?--but okay, I can do obvious.
BO's negroid mutterings have nothing to do with "bitter small town people." We all know damned well who he is talking about. This was a racial remark, a coded remark. BO was talking about White people, his audience of liberal financial donors knew perfectly well he was talking about White people, the media knows it, everybody knows it, Obama just gets a pass because he's baby-shit brown. BO is a nigger, he hates us, and he wants to be President so he can do us harm. Why, exactly, is it that this needs "commenting" on? Why, exactly, do we seem incapable of taking any action to stop this oncoming train wreck, other than the obvious answer that White males are all chickenshit cowards who think more of themselves and more of their own pleasures and their own convenience than they do of their children?
You know what this creature thinks of us. You know what its pastor thinks of us. Why in God's name would the thought of electing it President of the United States even cross our minds? God, we must be full of self-destructive self-hatred.