Jack & Jill Politics

I won’t repeat points from the SOTBU thread because I read the comments and it has almost all been said. Except this. Thank gosh for C-Span cameras. That camera man was hot on the trail following Hillary after the benediction. And what I saw was very disturbing. A couple of our so-called leaders and Obama supporters (one in particular) followed Hillary from the middle of the stage to the end licking her pumps all the way out of the door. I was both surprised and embarrassed for the brother. It reminded me of the descriptions in my African-American history classes discussing how some slaves loved massah no matter what and would pretend to be down with other slaves but reporting to master when he thought no one was looking. I’m talking about you Dyson. I saw you. One hand shake and aiss kiss is enough but to put your nose up into from the center of the stage begging for her attention time and again was WOW.

Brother you are not authentic, just like so many others. I now understand why Tavis knew he could count on you to bust up Jesse’s point and to defend those who took the wrong stand and were there begging us to not fire them—it my personal opinion there are some pink slips that should get served regardless. As Tavis said, “Thank you Dr. Dyson. Thank you for framing it like that for those of us who have been thrown under the bus. Thank you for breaking it down.” Well I say, “Thank you C-span camera man. You may not have know exactly what you had in the frames of those shots but you had awakened me from a bamboozled moment. You exposed a pretender amongst us because I don’t think I have seen a Black man grovel so much to the Missus since Morgan was Driving Miss Daisy.”

I saw you Dyson and I am embarrassed that you above others felt you needed to lick those pumps. Do you and Tavis know something about some electronic vote tampering we can expect and you want to get in the cracked door now? Your speech in defense of Hillary and her supporters at the end of the morning wasn’t lost on me because I saw it for what it was more plainly when I saw you bowing and scraping at her feet from one side of the room to the other. I shake my head as I type this. I always pay attention to the details while everyone else is whooping and hollering on cue; the devil lives in the details. It turned my stomach to watch you beg, bow, and scrape like that brother Dyson; stand like a man at all times but don’t kneel like a slave when you think the cameras are off.