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We’ll Get There One Day July 5, 2008

Posted by glabwrites in AIDS, Barack Obama, Big Mike, Conspiracy Theories, Jim Crow, Michael G. Glab, Race, Rev. Jeremiah Wright, Separate but Equal, Slavery, Thomas Jefferson, Tuskegee Syphilis Study, Vietnam.
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A man walked through the Speedway gas station lot yesterday, Independence Day. He wore a straw sun hat that had a couple of little American flags stuck into the hat band. He was shoving his change in his pocket as he was getting into his SUV. As he did this, something fell on the ground, unbeknown to him. I couldn’t tell if it was a receipt or a dollar bill so I got out of the car (the loved one, Karen, was filling the tank – we have an agreement: whoever’s driving pumps the gas) and trotted toward his vehicle.

As I neared it, I noticed he had Vietnam veteran’s plates. I pointed out the piece of paper, which turned out to be a receipt. He jumped out of his SUV and thanked me profusely as if I’d recovered the missing deed to his house.

One of the first things you learn about the near south is that people treat everyday encounters with strangers like reunions with long lost relatives. Had this occurred back in Chicago, I could have expected either to be ignored or a terse “thanks.” This fellow, though, clasped my hand and began telling me what a wonderful day it was, how lucky we all are to be alive, isn’t this the greatest country on Earth, and Jesus has made it all possible.

For a quick minute, I thought he might invite home to meet his wife and have dinner.

After trying to say goodbye to him three separate times, I finally was able to extricate myself from his neighborly grip. He got back into his SUV, began backing out of the parking spot, then rolled down his window to wave farewell to me once again. In the process, he almost slammed into another car that was just pulling in.

It was a typical encounter with a god-fearing, patriotic gentleman of the south.

What struck me, though, is that he was a black man. This chance meeting got me to thinking how odd it is that so many black men and women love this country so much.

A Rally Of Patriots, August 1963

When some angry sermons delivered by Barack Obama’s ex-pastor, the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, made the rounds earlier this year, many white commentators were aghast. Their reaction couldn’t have been too different from that following a German Bundist rally in 1939 or a neo-Nazi hatefest in 1977. You’d have thought Wright (and, by extension, Obama) was advocating the mass enslavement of American citizens.

Barack Obama (L) and Rev. Jeremiah Wright, Before All The Hysteria

I found nothing particularly alarming or upsetting about anything Wright said, save for the notion that AIDS might have been created by the US government to attack black people. Then again, when you recall the Tuskegee syphilis study scandal, you can’t blithely dismiss any such theory.

In fact, I found Wright’s comments on America and race to be right on target. He talked about how stupid US foreign policy decisions contributed to the atmosphere that led to the 9/11 attacks – I’m with him there. He called for blacks to pull together to foster cultural, spiritual and economic unity – natch. And when he said “God damn America for treating our citizens as less than human. God damn American for as long as she acts like she is god and she is supreme,” my reaction was, Amen!

A few centuries of slavery, a hundred years of Jim Crow, and some sixty years of separate but equal ought to have radicalized any thinking black human being. Yet, yesterday I met a black man who was so enthralled with his country that he wore American flags attached to his hat. Not only that, he had fought in an undeclared war for that nation.

Not-So-Ancient History

Why?

The only explanation I can offer is that black people have been able to distinguish between the evils that exist in our society and its potential for eliminating them. Sure, some of the working concepts of slavery were written into the US Constitution, but many of the revolutionaries who created the US loathed the system of human “ownership.” Thomas Jefferson, for one, although a slaveholder himself, called slavery the “great political and moral evil” in his treatise, “Notes On Virginia.”

We humans are an inconsistent, contradictory lot. The so-called “Founding Fathers” were as mixed up as any other gang of guys. They were smart enough to embrace democracy but too obtuse to ensure the participation of blacks and women in that system.

It’s clear there was a notion running through the young country that although slavery existed, its continued existence wasn’t long for the US and this world. A nation firmly and unanimously committed to slavery for the indefinite future wouldn’t have have included the words “all men are created equal” in its Declaration of Independence.

Perhaps many black men and women have clung to the dream of the US despite its temporal realities. Can it be that they love what this nation can become despite hating what it often is? If so, they’ve displayed a sophistication of thought that’s far beyond that of the white commentators who had conniption fits when they heard the words of the Rev. Jeremiah Wright.

Happy Independence Day!

Big Mike

An October Tragedy? June 30, 2008

Posted by glabwrites in 9/11, Barack Obama, Big Mike, Conspiracy Theories, Cubs, Dr. Strangelove, George W. Bush, Iran, Iraq, John McCain, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Michael G. Glab, Neo-conservatives, New Yorker, Seymour Hersh, War Fever.
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I’ve been moaning to everyone I know that my heart will be broken this fall when, after the Cubs reach the World Series for the first time in 63 years, they will be beaten by those no-good, dirty lousy schmucks from Tampa Bay, the Goddamned Rays.

Yeah, yeah. Funny and ironic, it’s a scenario that plays in nicely with any good Cubs fan’s dearly-held mystical narrative of catastrophe. But you know what? I’m even more afraid that this coming fall promises a far more real and serious heartbreak.

President Ahmadinejad inspects Iran’s bomb kitchen

Seymour Hersh in today’s New Yorker writes that US military special operations have already begun in Iran, laying the groundwork for the shoot-’em-up that’ll be Bushie Boy’s farewell gift to the world. The Bush administration came into office salivating for Iraq. After the events of September 11th, 2001, the gang decided to remake the entire Middle East. The neo-conservative wonk-bullies who made up Bush’s inner circle saw their mission as quite nearly divine – to conduct a modern Crusade to rein in rampant Moslem fundamentalism and make the world safe for oil billionaires.

Now, at the end of what is without a doubt the nation’s worst-ever presidency, Bush and his croaking toads seem to want to finish the job. The whole thing makes a lot of sense, if your moral position resembles that of Dr. Strangelove. Radical Moslem fundamentalists, we all agree, need to be, well, neutralized. The attacks of 9/11 were so fortuitous for the Bush gang’s long-range plans that conspiracy theorists couldn’t help but adding two and two and coming up with a gazillion. And with China and India suddenly becoming huge consumers of oil, it’s imperative that the Middle East’s black gunk be controlled by trusty fellows who pay more heed to the value of the American dollar than to the writings of the Koran. Finally, an impending war around election time favors the candidate who’s a decorated war veteran and not a martini-sipping wall-leaner.

Future candidates: McCain in uniform, Obama in the library.

I hope I’m wrong. I hope the worst thing that happens in October is a Tampa Bay rally from a three-games-to-one deficit to win the World Series over the Cubs. But this is George W. Bush we’re talking about. Expect the worst.

Big Mike

Bud Selig’s President June 23, 2008

Posted by glabwrites in 7872800, 9/11, Angela Merkel, Barack Obama, Big Mike, Bud Selig, Conspiracy Theories, Fay Vincent, George W. Bush, Golf, Major League Baseball, Michael G. Glab, Osama bin Laden, Texas Rangers, Tony Blair.
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I don’t hate George W. Bush. Nor do I think he’s a bad man. I do believe he’ll go down as the worst president in the nation’s history.

Today, when we disagree with someone, it has become almost compulsory to demonize that person. Too many people who wouldn’t vote for Barack Obama in a hundred years are eager to portray him as a lieutenant of Osama bin Laden. It’s not good enough to simply try to tear apart his positions; anti-Obama-ites must reduce him to a cartoon villain. Don’t think the left is any better. A significant portion of the citizenry fervently believes that President Bush knew in advance of the 9/11 attacks, or worse, had a hand in planning them!

Political discourse in 2008 has all the subtlety of an episode of WWE Friday Night SmackDown.

All that said, it’s not political hate speech to brand Bush as the worst president ever. Somebody has to be that guy. You can have Warren G. Harding or Millard Fillmore or even Tricky Dick. I choose Babs and Poppy’s kid.

Babs, Poppy, and the Future Worst President Ever

Bushie Boy seems to be a likable lunkhead. He’s the kind of guy who’s a scream on a fishing trip. He’s probably great in a golf foursome. He has an ease of manner that seems to break down all pretenses. His dealings with foreign leaders are refreshingly casual, as illustrated by his badinage with Tony Blair and his attempt to relieve Angela Merkel of her stress. Heads of state view themselves as visitors from Mt. Olympus. Bush, perhaps because he’s all too pedestrian himself, often reminds his counterparts that they’re just folks.

That’s not enough qualification, though, for him to be the leader of the world’s sole superpower. Bush would be a better fit as commissioner of baseball. Former Commissioner Fay Vincent says Bush spoke to him about becoming commissioner back in the early 90s while he still owned the Texas Rangers and before he ran for governor of Texas. According to Vincent, Bud Selig, the acting commissioner at the time, put the kibosh on Bush’s ambitions because he (Selig) wanted the job – sans the “acting” qualifier – for himself.

Right Where He Belongs

Think of it. The most important man in 21st Century American history so far might be the car salesman from Milwaukee, Wisconsin! Despite encouraging Bush to go for the job in face to face conversations, Selig maneuvered behind-the-scenes to sabotage him, inadvertently setting Bush’s political career in motion.

Kingmaker

I may not hate George W. Bush but I sure can’t stomach Bud Selig.