Posted on 04/09/2008 2:36:00 PM PDT by Syncro
DREAMS FROM MY FATHER, LAME EXCUSES FROM MY GRANDFATHER
April 9, 2008
Since a Chinese graduate student at Columbia University, Minghui Yu, was killed last Friday when black youths violently set upon him, sending him running into traffic to escape, I think B. Hussein Obama ought to start referring to the mind-set of the "typical Asian person."
As of Wednesday, police had no motive for the attack, and witnesses said they heard no demand for money or anything else. The Associated Press reports that the assailant simply said to his friend, "Watch what I do to this guy" before punching Yu.
Meanwhile, let's revisit the story about Obama's grandmother being guilty of thinking like a "typical white person." As recounted in Obama's autobiography, the only evidence that his grandmother feared black men comes from Obama's good-for-nothing, chronically unemployed white grandfather, who accuses Grandma of racism as his third excuse not to get dressed and drive her to work.
His grandmother wanted a ride to work at 6:30 in the morning because, the day before, she had been aggressively solicited by a homeless man at the bus stop. On her account, the panhandler "was very aggressive, Barry. Very aggressive. I gave him a dollar and he kept asking. If the bus hadn't come, I think he might have hit me over the head."
Even Obama's shiftless grandfather didn't play the race card until pretty far into the argument over whether he would drive Grandma to work. First, the good-for-nothing grandfather told Obama that Grandma was just trying to guilt him into driving her, saying, "(S)he just wants me to feel bad."
Next, he complained about his non-work routine being disrupted, saying: "She's been catching the bus ever since she started at the bank. ... And now, just because she gets pestered a little, she wants to change everything!"
Only after Obama had offered to drive his grandmother to work himself and it was becoming increasingly clear what a selfish lout the grandfather was, did Grandpa produce his trump card. The reason he wouldn't get his lazy butt dressed and drive Grandma to work was ... she was a racist!
As Obama recounts it, on Grandpa's third try at an excuse, he told Obama: "You know why she's so scared this time? I'll tell you why. Before you came in, she told me the fella was black. That's the real reason she's bothered. And I just don't think that's right." So I guess I'll be heading back to the sack now!
Read more at AnnCoulter.Com
Bump . . . Homerun!
B Hussein Obama is a racist socialist.
Neither of the two has even a shred of character nor a sense of an individual identity. Both are saddled with spouses who are problematic in and of themselves.
Quite a pickle the Dems have gotten themselves into.
Not many will vote for McCain, but many will vote against either Hillary Clinton or B Hussein Obama.
IMHO, the man has serious psychological issues and should not be in any position of responsibility. And that wife!
Criminals belong in prison because they are CRIMINALS—not because they are any particular color.
If blacks keep turning their backs on every opportunity for an education, think gangs are better than families, and think attempting to take anything they want from anyone who has even one thing more than they have, then they put themselves into the criminal spotlight.
I want criminals either in prison for a long time or I want them dead.
I do not want them out in society, among those of use who are working every day to take care of ourselves, causing more mayhem.
If I had my total choice, I would prefer an ounce and a half of lead to years of color TV and weight rooms and taxpayer funded lawyers. Recidivism is way too high to continue trying to make me balieve “they can be changed” by the loopy head shrinkers who tell us that. The head shrinkers have job security for life and then some with the number of criminals.
In a society that is getting bigger and bigger every day, prison reform will be a requirement. We are forever putting dangerous, society-hating felons in prison for 20 years to life. What if we simply executed those violent 20year+ felons? The prison population would be seriously decreased and prisons might actually stand a chance of rehabilitating wrongdoers. The law-abiding population would be spared further crimes, in prison or out, by those felons. Taxpayers might also get a fair shake on their tax dollars. From all we hear about prison life, gangs rule and authority is circumvented at every turn. That cannot be allowed to continue. Whatever stern measures are required to restore order and obedience, they must be instituted. All the perks of life in prison, such as, television and work-out gyms must be eliminated. Libraries and newspapers should take their place. If exercise is desired, chain-gang work in the public interest should be considered.
Heh heh heh ....
This is from page 99 of the paperback edition to Obama’s autobiography, Dreams from My Father. Many people assume that he is similar to Tiger Woods because he constantly refers to his white mother “from Kansas” and black father “from Kenya.” He has benefited from the efforts of the Multiracial movement to make racially mixed families and racially mixed ancestry respectable and overturn the “one drop” myth, but he is obviously not in favor of free choice - or at least no one has publicly dared to ask him if he still holds to the views expressed below:
I didn’t have the luxury, I suppose, the certainty of the tribe. Grow up in Compton and survival becomes a revolutionary act...I had nothing to escape from except my own inner doubt. I was more like the black students who had grown up in the suburbs...You could spot them right away by the way they talked, the people they sat with in the cafeteria. When pressed, they would sputter and explain that they refused to be categorized. They weren’t defined by the color of their skin, they would tell you. They were individuals.
That’s how Joyce liked to talk. She was a good-looking woman, Joyce was, with her green eyes and honey skin and pouty lips...all the brothers were after her. One day I asked her if she was going to the Black Students’ Association meeting. She looked at me funny and then started shaking her head like a baby who doesn’t want what it sees on the spoon.
“I’m not black,” Joyce said. “I’m multiracial.” Then she started telling me about her father, who happened to be Italian and was the sweetest man in the world; and her mother, who happened to be part African and part French and part Native American and part something else. “Why should I have to choose between them?” she asked me. Her voice cracked, and I thought she was going to cry. “It’s not white people who are making me choose. Maybe it used to be that way, but now they’re willing to treat me like a person. No–it’s black people who always have to make everything racial. They’re the ones making me choose. They’re the ones who are telling me that I can’t be who I am...”
They, they, they. That’s the problem with people like Joyce. They talked about the richness of their multicultural heritage and it sounded real good, until you noticed that they avoided black people. It wasn’t a matter of conscious choice, necessarily, just a matter of gravitational pull, they way integration always worked, a one-way street.
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