*Please say the Barry.
No, I don’t think the Obama Campaign is all that sicced* about M-Beezy getting his shine on…or even discussing Rev. Wright, but you can never get enough of Bill O’Reilly getting one upped by a recovering crack-addict.
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.
So, about that experience.
Umpteen million repeats of Pastor Wright…and we can’t get a LITTLE of this?