Ridin’ in my car / Smokin’ my cigar
Only time I’m happy’s when I’m playin’ my guitar
Anybody know the next line? And can you spell/pronounce the title of the song?
Once in a while I’m ridin’ in my car in the late afternoon when I switch on this funny fellow on 850 AM named Barsky. Turns out Barsky and I share roots: he was on FM radio in Philadelphia when I was up there listening all the time — trust me when I tell you that FM radio was a big deal for music lovers back in the 60s and 70s; its decline into auditory shit prepared me for what has happened to newspapers — but Barsky was big on stations to which I mostly avoided.
Now he does this stream-of-consciousness act on a talk station that features small town wingnut imbeciles like Joyce Kaufman. It’s hard to get a sense of his own politics, though. I get the idea he prefers to avoid serious political talk anyway, and leans toward poking fun at the absurd, of which in this election cycle there’s been no shortage.
I catch him the day John Sununu of New Hampshire stuck his foot in his pie hole with that ignorant remark about Colin Powell’ s endorsement of BHO. If you missed it, Sununu’s take is that ‘Pub Powell goes with ‘Crat Obama because they’re both Black. End of story.
I bet lots of white people nod their heads in agreement when they hear this. I understand completely: when it comes to the way Black people go about their business, white people are utterly clueless. White people simply don’t get it, and by and large, never will.
Barsky wandered — make that “charged” — right into it. “Obama isn’t even Black,” he declared. “How come nobody remembers his white mother? Doesn’t that count for anything?”
You moron. You fucked-in-the-head ignorant cockbite dickhead you. Can you make it worse?
“And how about Powell? Look at him. You can’t tell me that Colin Powell’s immediate heritage didn’t include a lot of white people. What makes him a spokesman for Black people?”
Oh, Barsky. Oh, white America.
It’s hardly worth explaining, but the long and short of it is, in this country, with its long and tortured history of race relations, Black people come in lots of shades and vintages, and when all is said and done, the determining factor is what each Black person embraces as his or her own. There is something seriously wrong with anybody who sees this President, with his genetic structure and the lifestyle and culture he embraces, as anything other than an African-American. As soon as somebody — anybody — says, “Yes but he’s half white!” — you know you can stop listening. They’re at best clueless, and at worst total racists.
You might argue that he’s not “Black enough,” but that’s a separate issue.
I’m terribly disappointed in Barsky, although as a white person myself (more or less) , I understand why he’s as clueless as he sounded. Furthermore, I can attribute his fuckhead remarks to pandering to his drooling conservative audience and sponsors. A man has to eat. Unless he drinks.
Say–there’s an idea.