Wednesday, August 05, 2009
What the fly on the Oval Office wall mighta heard before President Obama whacked it
President Obama: "Mr. President."
Clinton: "You got yersef backed inta a corner ov'ere in North Krea. That's sumthin' I know about, gettin' backed inta a corner."
Obama: "Well, ah, the vision my administration has for, ah, pan-Asian peace--"
Clinton: "Hey. Hill's on'er way to Africa. Lemme run ov'ere and rescue them girls."
Obama: "I'm not sure--"
Clinton: While'm there, I'll try'n talk ol' Kim Young Ill down a little on'em nukes."
Obama: " ..."
Clinton: "N'eat some'em Chinese ribs. I'll bring y'all some!"
Clinton puts one bearpaw-sized hand on Obama's shoulder, grabs his hand with the other and gives him the reverse neoLBJ treament, and galumphs out.
This deal was worked out through "the New York channel," where N. Korean diplomats at the UN communicated that Il was ready to give them up, but wanted someone "worthy" to come get them.
The Obama administration worked over the past several weeks and came up with an agreed plan.
Clinton was carrying out a request from the administration and Il was ready to hand them over before the plane ever got there.
What's wrong with you?
Dr. Loney's got you thinking the South is a magic n....
But I don't know how to talk New York City. Or Chicago.
Arizona D's suggestion actually went through my mind yesterday.
And then the Frost/Nixon interview was on PBS last night.
Man, talk about haunted.
David had Bathsheba. We still admire him, and talk about her.
I'm not saying that I'm there. Only the outer shell of how I talk and write.
The heart is full of lust as another Southern President has it. But that lust was socially learned to some degree.
So Obama had nothing to lose if NK kept Bubba as a trophy, or reneged on the deal, and everything to gain if he succeeded.
Beside Feodor, all us Southerners know that Obama is only the second colored American President:)
His fingers seem to be having trouble finding the letter keys.
LBJ was a space alien. That tim he showed his "appendix scar"? That wadn't know appendix scar. That was the zipper on his human suit. Srsly. ... Lyndon was all effed up on the war, but he was dang near non earthly on Civil Rights stuff. Anyway, that's my take on what he meant. LBJ did wonders for black folk, law wise.
Bubba. Now, Bubba. He wadn't no more black, culturally, than a lot of other Southern white men. But Bubba became president. Bubba, then, was the first black president. ... I would'n't be surprised if he didn't even stroll along the down low ... in his young=Hot=Springs-borne-experimentin' with what it meant to love everbody the way Jesus said.
"Dr. Loney's got you thinking the South is a magic n...."
My previous attempts of discovery as to the meaning of such have proven to be an exercise in futility, possibly a moribund inquiry. These draconian measures of avoidance employed by the responsible party of the aforementioned quotation have left the author of the present written discourse adrift in a sea of melancholy. Any overtures of reconciliation would be met with only grandiose gestures of gratitude.
Also, the cessation of the graphic descriptions of the density of hair follicles adjacent to the areola region (the darkened, circular, protuberances found on the upper torso of homo sapiens) would also garner immense appreciation and would likely impede any continued nausea/nausea symptoms. Said graphic descriptions can be found on the web-log of a one doclobojo, under the discussion of Glen Beck's habit of on-air areola explorations.
William Theophilus Loney, M.D.
Ah, now I got you.
I was implying that ER had stolen Obama's "magic negro" title and put it on Clinton for the success of the rescue because he preferred thinking a southern man could get it done rather than a man from the city of broad shoulders, the hog butcher, tool maker, stacker of wheat and player with the nations railroads, and a dusky man, at that.
Far as I know, we aint go no magic negroes...but theys a brown lady two criks overs what voo-doo dolled me into pokin a hornet nest with my walkin stick...but heck, I'sa probably did that sooner or later on my owns...and I's had it comin for bootleggin her WiFi...and her cable tv...and fer runnin that long extension chord from her garage to my house when I 'forgot' to pay fer my electriks...and they was that time I accidentily borrowed 2 jars from her shine shed...dang!! I hope she dont read Rudys blog, cause I never fessed up to that one
Now there's an interesting mis-appropriation of a title. "Magic Nigger" is now a slur that refers to the "Uppity White acting monied Blacks" such as Sammy Davis, Bill Cosby, Sidney Poitier in the past and now Will Smith, Obama etc..
But in the days before 1964(before LBJ), the Magic Nigger was a guy named John.
John Henry, Big Bad John (stolen by the whites again), but especially John of the stories of "John and Old Marster" where John the slave/servant/hired hand always gets one or two up on the the Ole Massa. John was always the signifier, the trickster, the Yorba monkey, the Black/Cherokee Ber Rabbit (Compair Lapin in Creole French) in his human form. I have always thought that the loss of the "John" stories was a detriment to the folk that made them.
Indeed for the past 40 years most of America's working class could have updated and used some them for effect. I used to work for Ole Massa myself.
F, you read way more into this little dialog that I meant. It was just fer fun. It all formed up ih my mind startin' with, "Lemme go rescue them girls." The rest of it's just fillin'.
But-and, as usual, the thread's the thing! :-)
Speakin' of, the very first movie I ever saw in a theater was "Song of the South." Same for Dr. ER. Huh.
DrLBJ asked me to spell it out, and now it looks all mundane and boorish because the flippancy is gone.
Loney killed the allusiveness of the play, which is exactly the opposite of his usual.
Let's kill him. Kill Bill.
Too many Drs in the house what with Dr ER in the mix as well.
Who of us knows the most famous person who also argues for keeping the stories around and studying them to glean subversive power to fight the Power?
The man who was so recently arrested in his own house.
Allusive is a good adjective.
I tend to turn a lot of adjectives into nouns. It's that part of me that GKS thinks is so Platonic and passé.
Pretty soon, now, he's going to post a blog on how white men really can jump, have always jumped, jump all the time. And he'll have YouTube video to prove it.
I do hold his point that Black literature can't be analysed in isolation as valuable.
Me, personally, when I hear "Monkey" my mind slips a cog and goes directly to the India/China tales versions and I have to redirect and slough off the others meanings before I can get back to the Yorba (Yoruba) one. I prefer the Rabbit persona. Next time you watch Bugs, see if you don't see the archetype there.
I've dug Gate's Signifin(g) Monkey out of a pile of partial-reads up stairs and moved it down by my easy chair. Two months ago I wouldn't have been able to recall the name of who wrote it. In honor of his current notoriety I'll attempt it again.
But I most value his re-presentation, and even brand new discoveries, of slave narratives.
The Bondwoman's Narrative is an extraordinary novel written by a slave woman in the 1850s and may be the first novel written by a black woman anywhere.
Gates uncovered it and then tracked down the writer's identity with a team of scholars: Hannah Crafts. Her story is itself remarkable.
(Gates, by the way, and not to feed you crackers with damaging information, is a bit of a ego centered prick. But just a prick and no more so than most other academic superstars.)
The TTMNBN is still present, BTW, although in a wad. I can think of no more better place for it: the place where I imbibe all my vices.
I just assumed that was the first requirement in the job description of a Harvard Professor. :)
I will be Alan, BS, MA, MS, PhD.
But, obviously, mostly bs. :)
I. Developing Methods for the Analysis of Chemistry Students' Inscriptions, II. Exploring the Regioselectivity of 1,3-Dipolar Cycloadditions of Münchnones, III. Stereochemical Investigations of C-H Activation Reactions Involving Germylene and Stannylene/Aryl Iodide Reagents
I'm in a dual degree program in Chemistry & Education, so my dissertation is 50% education research, 50% bench chemistry, and 90% perspiration.
Mmmm...I don't remember any of that stuff when I got my doctorin papers from Mexico City Community College Medical School Online
Alan--better make sure that there school ain't one of them degree mills...I mean, you didn't say nothin bout how to put on them lil powdery gloves or how to ice down cankles that you just de-cankled...jus lookin out fer you
Munchnones, (can't seem to get the umlaut to work) BTW, in case anyone is interested (and I can't imagine why anyone would be) are named after Munich, where they were discovered. They were discovered shortly after another class of compounds, Sydnones, which were discovered in Sydney. Chemists are weird.
Second, I really don't get Feodor's dig at me. Seriously. Silly insults aren't that insulting. And Platonism isn't so much passe as it is a marvel of the human intellect, without any connection whatsoever to the way the world works.
Like current conservatism, only without the pitchfork-wielding mobs.
Oh, and Feodor, what is up, indeed, with taking down your blog?
Silliness for silliness sake, I would think, would communicate quite well to GKS.
ER once promised a threesome with his wife, but that never materialized.
In fact, looking back, that was probably the turning point. I can't handle rejection.
So, why all the questions?
Does this make me more of a troll? You guys need to school me on blogging etiquette.
And I've obviously never understood how one is a troll when blogs are open for public comment.
Who would be a troll here?
and I been seein trolls ridin on turkeys fer the last hour--man I loves mushyroom umlauts!!
Folk rarely drop my my place. I keep it up, though. Self-indulgence. . .
Finally, no, you are not a troll. Trolls are those folks who bait and draw out other commenters. You keep the conversation moving forward. Personally, at my blog anyone is welcome to put any kind of comment; I really don't believe in the concept of "trolls" per se. Your presence, here and elsewhere, is nothing but a plus.
That's why I need a hatchet.
God forbid we ever meet and play board games.
But I wouldn't leave a conversation with him. Everybody else would leave us, but we'd still be there.
Alan: 'Breaking Bad' is about an AMC movie Channel series about a high school chemistry teacher.
Dr. Bill send me some pictures of those shrooms in that umlaut. I want to seek them out. We still have some woods in the far Southeast part of the State. I don't have any trouble seeing trolls in my yard but I would like to see some turkeys to shoot.
It's a good thing. Co-dependence is an illness, really. I don't "need" Feodor, but I look forward to his comments, here and elsewhere, every single day.