Reading about black American preachers urging their flocks to keep their bleating away from the ballot box gave me a warm glow inside, some two weeks back. Faced with the Hobson’s choice between an adherent to a historically negrophobic Christian sect and a confirmed Christian whoring for the queer vote, they elected to abstain from this year’s democratic debacle altogether. Diverging motivations aside, their political apostasy almost made this infidel want to clasp his hands together and praise the Lawd. Almost.
As expected however, other parties reacted to this news in a less than jubilant fashion. Most prominent amongst the democratist decriers was one Emanuel Cleaver, chairman of the Congressional Black Caucus, who came out with these MENSA-worthy gems…
…I become so angry at any African-American who refuses to vote. They are not worth the color if they don’t vote. They ought to give us their color back. Their African-American credentials need to be snatched if they don’t vote.
That’s an insult to the ancestors and the people who brought us to where we are right now. There’d be no Black Caucus but for the black men and women who fought and died that we might have an opportunity to gather here in Washington that there would be 42 members of the Congressional Black Caucus.
…leading me to think that someone should give the slaveminded cunt his brain back.
Like Diane Abbott and Lee Jasper on my side of the pond, Cleaver strikes me as yet another identitipolitik slave moralist playing massa; in his case, he’d have his stock subjected to the plantation of the polling station, picking candidates instead of cotton.
In his attempts to shame black Americans into submission, he makes use of a certain kind of appeal to tradition (and emotion): namely, that of evoking the struggle and loss suffered by generations past in service to specific ideals or outcomes. It’s a cheap and easy guilt-trip, readily available to shut down thoughts as to whether the ideals being promoted were really worth all the aggro.
As I see it, civil liberties and isonomy fall under one banner, whilst being “free” to select your (and everyone else’s) slavers via ballot falls under quite another. Democratist demagogues like Cleaver would have one think otherwise, what with their constant marketing of the ballot box as some kind of (self-)Emancipation Proclamation. I’m sure those Aussies who elect not to vote see where he’s coming from.
Then again, I wonder what Cleaver and his majority-Democrat caucus would say if those conscientiously nonvoting black Americans put aside their grievances and rode the Romney train. Would such a flex of electorals arouse jubilation or indignation? Would those born-again voters be accepted into the Brothahood, or, like Allen West, be rejected as “Unca Toms” who “vote against their own interests”? In a complete volte-face from the days of state-sanctioned mismelanism, only blacks who vote Democrat are seen to be worthy of the skin.
It really wouldn’t surprise me if this democratarded, necrocracy-endorsing racial Procrustean thought exactly along such lines.
Part of me wishes for a voter IQ test purely for the pleasure of watching the race-policing retard disenfranchise himself from the democracy he loves. In such an event, would he practise what he preached by taking a bleach bath?