InkogNegro 1.5

(btw..this is why i fuck with David Letterman)

Yes.  I have always been a Roots fan.

But THIS…is their finest work in a MINUTE.

So…Charles Ray Fuller is at the Chase Bank in my adopted hometown of Fort Worth with a check from his girlfriend’s mother in order, he says, to start a record company.

The check was for…

360 Billion dollars.

Pray for the children, folks.

Yes, I am still angry.

This was NOT how it was supposed to go.  Part of what initially endeared me to Barack Obama was his affiliation of Rev. Wright.  I would be lying through my fingers if I didn’t say that I was sorely disappointed by how this turned out.

But…

Man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

And so, do I.

Now If you’ll excuse me, I am going to go sit next to my mailbox with the new Roots CD and wait for my Barack Obama car magnet.

Being mad is one thing…losing focus is quite another.

This ain’t no threat so take it personal -Keith Elam, 1992

This whole Jeremiah Wright thing has opened my eyes to my personal political leanings.

As I said Yesterday, Jeremiah Wright is somewhat of a spiritual giant in my eyes.

Conversely, Barack Obama is about as close to my personal Ideology as any single political figure in history, living or dead.

I can see exactly what it was that led Obama to TUCC.

I have no doubt that the relationship between Obama and Wright is EXACTLY how my relationship to my childhood pastor would be if I were still a member of my childhood church.

Let me be ABSOLUTELY clear.

IF Barack Obama has to Sista Souljah Jeremiah Wright to gain the presidency…then the presidency is not worth having.

And I WILL take that Personal.

There will be no links…no explanation beyond simply this.

Rev. Jeremiah Wright is an esteemed speaker and has been in demand for almost 30 years.  The schedule he kept this past weekend is no different than the schedule he has kept in the past.

The only difference is that the press wants to make this all about the campaign.  Because that is all they know and care about.

This may SHOCK and surprise you but Jeremiah Wright has a SIGNIFICANT fan base.  He has been doing his numbers for YEARS.

If you only know Jeremiah Wright as Barack Obama’s soon-to-be-former Pastor…then your vantage point is not unlike that of a child who visits the ocean for a day and decides that he knows all about the inner workings of the lives of dolphins.

The dolphins do not jump out of the ocean solely for your entertainment.  They would do it if you weren’t here.

And If you ever stop looking…they continue to jump.

And in the case of Jeremiah Wright…I will be watching.

Life is a matter of perspective.  What I experience in life is directly reflective of my own principles. I am highly suspicious of anyone who acts as though their experiences are somehow universal.

It is Sunday, April 27, 2008 and As the our of nine o’clock approaches, on my PC streams the services of Friendship-West Baptist Church in Dallas, Texas. It just so happens that Friendship-West is the home church of Mrs. Ink’s best friend and maid of honor in our wedding. I am streaming this morning’s service on my PC because one of my ALL-TIME favorite Preachers is ministering the word of the Living God live within earshot.

The year was 1987, and a man came to Pittsburgh who was the pastor of a giant church (to me at least) that performed all kinds of amazing (to me) things within the walls of a church. During the weekend that he was in town I was one of the young folk who were able to spend time in his presence, outside of the pulpit where you see the TRUE measure of a man of God. What I saw for those few moments has never left me and what he taught me has shaped my personal relationship with God ever since, creating the bridge between what I had learned in school and in my personal reading and what I was being taught in Church. This bridge has spanned the troubled water of my life ever since, revealing itself in my Politics, my self-Image, my parenting style, and the core of my very being.

That preacher is Rev. Jeremiah Wright.

Before Sean Hannity had ever heard of Jeremiah Wright, I knew him.

I have known Jermiah Wright about as long as Barack Obama has.

No, I wouldn’t have been inclined to say God Damn America…but I wholeheartedly endorse the underlying sentiment.

No, NSFW

Like a recovering crack addict, I cannot seem to shake the draw of cable news.  But every time I go there, I realize they aren’t really telling me anything I do not know, and what they are telling me isn’t adding up.

I should know better than to listen to what THEY say, since their priorities are not my priorities.

The reality is…she cannot catch him.

Mathematically, the numbers just do not work for her.

But, alas, the horserace continues.

Scoreboard.

Hillary says the tide is turning and the media parrots it because they wish to drag this story out as long as possible.

Scoreboard.

As a native of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, I can personally attest to the wisdom of trusting such a town with your future.

Yet and still….scoreboard.

Barack Obama is STILL winning…and it’s not all that close.  Not nearly close enough to warrant this blinding and myopic coverage.

So….we press snooze on the doomsday clock and wait for May 6.

Indiana, it is all on you.

Well, since I AM a native, It would only be right that I weigh in on tonight’s shenanigans.

Final Score

Clinton 51

Obama 49

A squeaker that proves basically that Pennsylvania is tired of BOTH of them…but most of the undecideds really bailed on Hillary hoping the whole thing would just end.

Ill be back tonight to talk about how wrong I was.

WIth a grateful and gracious bow to WAOD

Keenan…get your brother before someone gets him first.