Republican Hate Machine (How “Muslim” is code word for “Nigger”)

Let me first say that I do not think every Republican is a racist. Many Republicans are more concerned with money, and how to keep it, than they are with race, and I am in no position to judge them. While I am willing to have a few less dollars in my SunTrust account if it means a few extra go into the GreaterGood account, many people are not and that’s fine. What is not fine is the undeniable hate and ignorance that is rearing its head as the once unbelievable idea of a non-white man becoming President of the United States is nearing reality.

First, let’s talk about the word Muslim. It’s has become the new, safe way for white people to scream out “because he’s a nigger!” when explaining why they would not vote for Barack Obama. But, let’s pretend, just for a moment, that the people who scream out “he’s a Muslim” mean just that. Let’s imagine that they are not racists. Ready? Well, those people would still be spouting narrow-minded ignorance. Because that would mean they are using “Muslim” as a code word for “terrorist,” which is just as asinine.

What if Barack Obama WERE a Muslim? Does that mean he would also be part of Al-Qaeda? He happens to be a Christian. Does this mean we should worry about him starting a war to impose those “Christian ideas” on other countries? Oh no, never mind, Christians would NEVER do something like that. Only those dirty, terrorist Muslims, quietly known as “sand niggers.” See how it always comes back to the non-white part? We sure hate brown people.

Here are just a few examples of the hate that has been coming out lately.

Want to know where this piece of genius comes from? It was in the October newsletter by the Chaffey Community Republican Women, Federate in Riverdale, California, which says that if Obama is elected his image will appear on food stamps — instead of dollar bills like other presidents. You can read all about the incident and how offending anyone was “clearly not (their) attempt” here.

I know you want more examples of the kind of hate that is coming from Republicans, right? I leave you with a few videos to “enjoy.”

Why I am Voting for Barack Obama

Like most people, I’m cynical about our current political structure. I think we need a third party in this country and, if we can’t make that a reality, we need to, at the very least, demand more of the two parties in power.

But my cynicism is not what this entry is about. I am writing to share the reason I am voting for Barack Obama. And the overwhelming reason is… wait for it… because he is non-white. There, I said it. I will readily admit this makes me a hypocrite, and I can live with that, but when I think not too long and hard about it, I can’t deny the truth.

Sure, there are other reasons I could give you for why I’m voting for “That One,” and not all of them would be because he’s NOT John McCain and his running mate is NOT Sarah Palin. Some of the reasons include my liking his “ideas” about diplomacy, taxes and health care. I put “ideas” in quotations because, until he acts on them, that’s all they are. That brings me to another reason I’m voting for Barack Obama. He makes me FEEL something. He makes me feel like those “ideas” could become reality. He makes me feel like maybe he does mean what he says and that one day I’ll be able to get rid of my deep-seeded cynicism. His winning the Presidency would certainly go a long way in doing just that.

Since I grew up in the redneck-infested town of Warner Robins, Georgia, race has always been a big issue for me. Let me give you a quick example of why. One day, while walking through the mall parking lot, I passed a group of young, black teenagers. They were hanging around their car, joking around with each other and laughing. As I continued walking to my car, a middle-aged white woman walks past me and says, “Just like a bunch of monkeys, huh? They need to go back to the zoo.” Just because I was white, this woman thought I shared her racist views. I guess she thought we could bond via hate.

I’ll give you one more example of why race resonates so loudly with me. Maybe one day I’ll write more about it, but for now I’ll keep it to one sentence: I once watched in horror as a black friend of mine was beaten repeatedly by the Macon Police, years before anyone heard of Rodney King, and those cops also got away with it.

So, yes, I say without hesitation that the biggest reason I want Barack Obama to be the next President of the United States is that he is non-white. Like Sam Cooke once sang, “It’s been a long time coming, but I know a change is going to come.” That change is going to be a wake-up call for the bigots of this country. The voices on the other end of the line will inform them that, like it or not, we are finally growing together as a country instead of growing apart. It doesn’t mean we won’t still have a long way to go, but it means we will finally be on the right path. Then it’s up to Obama to deliver on what he promises and I sure hope he does.

Barack Obama is a Muslim and there will be genocide in the U.S.!!

As I await the final Presidential Debate tonight, I thought I’d share what happened to me last week at a break the fast party. (Not being a Jew, I didn’t fast, but I am always down for a dinner party.)

It started off as any good night should; mac n’ cheese balls, pigs in blankets and expensive scotch. But, a few “Happy New Years” later, the political talk started. Thankfully, it didn’t go on long before someone said, “let’s not talk politics.” Ah, saved from the drama. For the moment.

The matzo ball soup was enjoyed without incident. But, as soon as we started in on the bagels, lox and cheese blintzes, the talk of babies, marriage, and cardiovascular workouts turned to Obama and McCain.

We were sitting with a brother and sister (Drone 1, Drone 2) and both almost gleefully said they were “Obama haters.” From that point it went something like this:

Drone 2 said she “didn’t want to talk about it,” and left the table. I guess her opinions weren’t strong enough to defend. Or maybe she was just wondering if there were any pigs in blankets left in the other room. (Um, thanks to me, that would be a no.)

When she left the room, Drone 1 started talking about the thing most McCain supporters bring up, taxes. The kid is from a family who has a multi-million dollar diamond business, so at LEAST he’s in the tax bracket that would be affected by a tax hike, unlike most jag-offs who whine about taxes. However, he wasn’t saying anything new or exciting, just the same talking points that can be summed up in one sentence – “Obama will raise taxes on our business.” He actually had nothing good to say about McCain, which was telling.

He kept talking about money, until I finally gave up my silence and said, “I don’t like taxes anymore than the next guy, but if a few extra dollars out of my pocket means someone else has a better chance to succeed, I’ll take the hit.” To that, he had nothing and shut up for a while.

I know I’m not living in the same bracket as Drone 1 and his family, but I know a hefty portion of my salary goes to taxes. It’s all relative. I also know, and this is something that almost no one ever talks about, that my tax dollars help make this country great. I am not “entitled” to things such as paved roads and police protection; I pay for them. Yes, my tax dollars also go to pork projects that infuriate me, but no one ever said things were perfect. Hell, I’m also paying for a war I don’t believe in.

Anyway, after a while, the guy’s father, King Drone, came in from the other room and chimed in with “Liberals have nothing. It’s so easy to be a liberal. You just live off the government.” I was shocked, even though I shouldn’t have been. This is the way people like The Drones think. And at least now I know this kid is just repeating what his father has told him.

Next up is the kid’s mom, Queen Drone. She seemed nice enough, but then she started talking about Lebanon. Somehow the story ends up on Obama and how he is Muslim and how if he is elected, there will be genocide. At this point, I lose it. I dropped my bagel and finally speak up.

“Are you serious? You can’t be serious. You’re really kidding, right? With all due respect (I hated saying this, because she deserved no respect) are you seriously telling me that you think Obama is a Muslim and a terrorist and that there will be Genocide in the U.S.” She replies, “You don’t know. You don’t know.” Since this was a family function, all I could do was reply with “this is crazy, I have to walk away.” I went to the bathroom, where I hung out until I heard that The Drones had left. You can’t talk to people like The Drones. They won’t listen to you. They don’t bother checking sites like factcheck.org or snopes.com before they start repeating what one of their friends told them.

Why, oh why, are so many people like this? At least the Drone 1 was talking about SOMETHING, even if it was flawed. But the mother? She was spouting nonsense and thinly-veiled racism. She was a walking, talking email forward. I only wish I could have hit delete and then emptied my trash.

Rules of Life (That I keep breaking)

I wouldn’t say I have a code, but I do have a list in my head of things that I am against doing. For example, if you’re at a concert and those in the audience are dutifully waving their hands in the air like they just don’t care, I’m the guy who has his hands in his pockets. When a group of people decide it’s a good time for a sing along, I’m the guy sitting there with an uncomfortable smile, waiting for the damn song to end.

But, after breaking one of my long-standing rules this weekend, I realized it was not the only rule I have broken lately. Here are just a few of them, starting with the weekend:

No High Fiving – I broke this rule during the Falcons’ game, when I was high fiving everyone in my vicinity. Actually, I was going up and down the row, doing some serious high fiving, so I broke the hell out of this rule. What can I say? It was an exciting game. Actually, thanks to sports, this is a rule that I break so much that I’ve considered moving it to the “permitted” list. But, if I do that, I’m scared I may start high fiving random people for random reasons. No, the rule must remain.

Random Instant Messaging Rules – I have lots of rules for instant messaging. Some are easy to keep, such as “no lol’s,” but lately I’ve been breaking the “no winking” rule and the “no using ‘k’ when I mean ‘OK’ rule. The former is hard not to break, because I flirt a lot. The latter, well, I have no excuse for that one. Do I really think I’m saving time by omitting the “O?” Plus, saying “k” sounds so goofy. I gotta work on this one.

Thou Shall Not TWITTER – As I mentioned in this post, I was against “Twittering.” I thought it was a ridiculous idea, and felt that no one wanted to know what I was up to. While I’m still not sure anyone cares, I do know that I care about following certain people, so maybe there IS a chance that others care to know what I’m doing. Not only do I Twitter now, but I use Ping.fm so I can update my statuses on MySpace, Facebook and Twitter all at the same time. Click here to follow me and you’ll always know what I’m doing. Next up: TonyCam!

Who knows? Maybe these rule breaks indicate that I’m relaxing more as I get older. Hell, I may even throw my hands up in the air at the next show I go to. However, there are a few personal rules that I know I will NEVER break. Here is a sampling:

  • No purchasing a concert T-shirt and putting it on AT the concert
  • No face painting for sporting events
  • No speaking in an British accent, even as a joke
  • No referring to Target as Tarjey. (Also, reservations are not to be called “ressies,” Bloomingdales is not “Bloomies,” and so on.)

Do you, dear reader who found this blog while searching for the Gene Simmons sex video, have personal rules? What are some of them? Comments are fun, so leave one.