Jim Jeffries ( “THE GREAT WHITE HOPE” ) must now emerge from his Alfalfa farm and remove that golden smile from Jack Johnson's face … Jeff, it's up to you. The White Man must be rescued.

So wrote Jack London in 1910.  In 2009 the fascination with Obama's skin color continues apace.  There were times last year, in the transnational media, when skin color was all that seemed to matter.  Considering Jack London's sensational newspaper reporting at the time of the Johnson-Jeffries fight, something for which he was highly paid and for which he was everafter branded a thoroughgoing Racist, London used to say that theories and facts are two very different things.  The theory of Barack Obama, that of a Brown Jesus come down from On High to save the world, was never destined to have a long shelf life.  The fact of the hack politician, without a Birth Certificate, is all that remains at this late date.  No wonder OBAMAcare® is such a dicey proposition in Congress.  Every two years our crooked federal politicians must face the voters for a rudimentary thumbs up or a rudimentary thumbs down. Jesus, Brown or Otherwise, would have never been picked to run as Alderman by the Tammany or Daley machines ( favors, not miracles, are what count in city politics! ).

But the Washington Post still finds it hard to let loose of the Jesus theory.  Obama's visit to China is the occasion of a front-page story in the Washington Post about how the Chinese simply hate Black people, call them chimpanzees, and still worship the high-blown image of “Whiteness.”  If Spendalicious can’t save us American “Racists” with a wave of his hand, how will the Chinese take him when they see him in the flesh on Chinese soil?  For the gruesome details, Click Here.

   Lou Jing, a "Black" Chinese ( " Miss Oriental Angel " ),
 Who Takes Spendalicious for a Role Model.

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Emma Thompson who, in her younger days was known for her pleasing looks and her enormous derrière --- after all is said and done, she sold movie tickets by inviting pleasing looks at her enormous derrière! --- gave a speech recently at Exeter University, Devon, in which she animadverted on the deplorable fact that her “informally adopted” Black son had been denied admittance to a pub by several rough-looking White gents who were sporting large, menacing tattoos and who called Emma’s Pride & Joy filthy names. La Thompson hoped that, in future, more Black immigrants will enter the United Kingdom and settle in Exeter, thereby transforming it into a more “diverse” place.  According to Her Majesty's Office of National Statistics, 94.74% of Exeter is “White British” and 2.90% is either “White Irish” or “White European.”  Granted, these statistics are out of date, for they were amassed in 2001, eight years ago, before Tony Blair and Gordon Brown had a really good chance to work their complete magic in making Great Britain a thoroughgoing cesspool of exploding Third World immigration.  But, all in all, Exeter city, as well as the surrounding Devonshire countryside, is still --- how should it be put? --- remarkably White as London has become, now, since Labour’s accession in 1997, remarkably almost non-White!  That Exeter in particular and Devon in general are still as White and as English as they have always been since the Romans left and the Normans arrived, is a fact that Ms. Thompson finds utterly appalling.  Since 1997, at least 5 million Third Worlders have arrived in Britain.  It is surely no coincidence that, 12 years on, the Marxist dialecticians, who now call themselves Socialists in closed, polite society, have rendered the Exchequer of the nation far, far down, into a state of utter bankruptcy.  This appalling fact does not seem to bother Emma Thompson one wit.  Afterall, money is just paper but her Darling Third Worlders are made of flesh and blood!  Broke in 1931, the United Kingdom went off the Gold Standard because of a rapidly falling pound sterling ( FDR would return the compliment two years later ).  But the politicians of the day must have known that maintaining the Gold Standard would have been an act of selfish Racism.  A government cannot foist upon its blissfully ignorant population a multiracial welfare state without letting the printing presses rip! GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!

For the transnational media, last year was such a wonderful circus : Barack Hussein Obama, the Brown Jesus, would lead America to the Promised Land, speaking words more poetical and pithy than any of the italic lyrics found on the liner notes of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan album. Waking up from a nightmare to the promise of dawn, the old White population of the old America has withdrawn its support from the mulatto hootenanny in the White House. Last year Spendalicious managed to corral 46% of the White vote. This year pale Obama Jrs. everywhere were shut out when it came to cashing in their albino chances. In Virginia the decidedly unphenomenal Republican received 67% of the white vote! In New Jersey the wishy-washy fat man who won the Republican Primary, and the Left-Wing, “Independent,” third-party candidate, combined to receive 65% of the overall White vote! No. 1, in both states, and on voters' minds, was the issue of taxes ( New Jersey has the highest property taxes in the nation ). The 78rpm of the Obama motormouth had played itself out, leaving behind but a scratchy and raucous residue. Republicans, still confused that they can still win big while getting only 3% of the Black vote, might yet think of ways of throwing next year's congressional elections but, in the meantime, the mulatto hootenanny in the White House has received its closing notice after a brief run of little more than nine months. It is a question of, not if, but when, the injured cries of “Racism” will again commence, with fresh fury, on television sets across this benighted land.

At the risk of sounding tedious about That Birth Certificate, The Most Famous Birth Certificate in the World, which the American public has never seen, there is a strong possibility that Barack Hussein Obama was actually born in the United States.  Considering that his “Birth Certificate” is a trumped up Chicago creation, something whipped up during the course of last year's presidential campaign, a proven forgery; now then, everybody is free to speculate -- -- -- free to invent the most wild, imaginary scenarios!  Mine is that Stanley Dunham plucked him out of an orphanage in Mississippi or Alabama; and then flew him to her parents’ rented cottage in Honolulu, took out a fanciful “Certificate of Live Birth,” and then flew off to Washington state to begin college life two weeks later, after never giving birth to this foundling in the first place!  Barack Hussein Obama, Sr. was just a convenient name to put on a pathetic piece of paper, A Human Flag of Convenience, if you will.  Why is my imagination fixed upon the image of a Negro child from a deep South orphanage?  For one, Obama does not look like a mulatto.  Mulattoes tend to have a coloring that tends towards fair skin and some discernible hint of European features, here and there.  “Barack Hussein Obama, Jr.” ( not the media creation ) is chocolate in hue and his facial features are of the typical “African in America” variety, i.e., he has no more than 15% European blood.  As things stand there is no proof that Obama was born in Kenya, no matter what his supposed, paternal grandmother says.  There is no proof that he was born in Honolulu, a forged “Certificate of Live Birth” is useless in reality and practicality : when Obama felt the need to travel overseas he was compelled to use an Indonesian passport, meant, of course, only for Indonesian citizens. Even in Honolulu a “Certificate of Live Birth” is only good enough to use to wipe your ass --- you will be laughed at if you present it in any US Post Office and try to obtain a US passport, using it as proof of American nativity.  That's why, in my mind's eye, I see the young babe, the young Barry Spendalicious, in his new, adopted mother’s arms, bawling to beat the band, in the waiting room of Birmingham Airport, final destination for both : Hawaii.  From these quite modest beginnings our not so fair-haired boy would grow to become America's preeminent con artist. Don't tell me that Bill Clinton isn't jealous!  He and the “Music Man” have been knocked from the Huckster throne!

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Chris Christie was a bad candidate in so many respects, the most notable was his unwillingness to engage his opponent in spirited debate, a common failing with Republicans ( there are many reasons why the Republicans have usually been the minority party since 1932 ). He also lacked a commanding presence on the stump, another notable handicap for a politician who wants to win ( he once joked that he weighted 525 pounds ).  But Jon Corzine, the Goldman Sachs in the Democrat party rather than the other way round, turned out to be worse in practically every way.  He reminded people of a loan assessor, ready to foreclose or repossess on a house or a baby carriage.  In 2000 he barely won election to the U.S. Senate.  In 2005 he became New Jersey’s governor.  While governor, he ordered his police chauffeur to break speed laws while he, the Gov., was seated in the back of his gubernatorial vehicle.  This rashness nearly killed everyone in the car as well as endangering innocent motorists who were under the mistaken obligation that they were obligated to follow the traffic laws.  Corzine was of the new breed of banker, to wit, somebody who not only had contempt for fraud laws but also contempt for the inherent Newtonian principles of sound economics.  In this morning's news there is an account of how the securities division of J.P. Morgan Chase swindled Jefferson County in Alabama, when it needed to replace its antiquated sewer system.  The bankers at J.P. Morgan Chase were only too happy to lend the money and bribe the politicians in furtherance of obtaining the necessary underwriting business --- much in the same manner as the Rockefeller banking interests used to bribe or “tip” Third World politicians who needed money to build a small refining plant or purchase a huge fleet of governmental Lincoln Continentals.  "Globalism" has come full circle in an America denuded of her factories.  New Jersey used to be a highly industrialized state with a European population.  In those “lily-white” days, New Jersey had very low sales and property taxes.  These days, New Jersey attracts maids from Mexico who work in roadside hotels and who are forced to pay $8,000 per year in property taxes on a leveraged $600,000 bungalow that has fallen into deep REM jurisdiction.  Such is progress in the first decade of the un-American century!  More than two centuries ago, in France, it was the starving poor who revolted.  Now, looking at the Jersey waistline, the hippopotamuses may finally be rising from their couches to take the Bastille in Trenton!  À l'avant, la ruée?!

 JP Morgan Having Another One of His Customary Disagreements with the Press.

GK Chesterton, that glorious, homespun philosopher, once famously observed that, while the denizens of a city consider begging, among the general populace, a highly objectionable activity, it is the stealthy begging that the rich do, through the constant use of commercial advertising, which is ten times worse in a purely moral sense.

The poor beg because they must eat, but the rich beg because they want more money even if their bank accounts let them enjoy 10 breakfasts and 20 dinners every day of the week.  Thinking of Chesterton’s astonishing dictum, one must consider, in political terms, Democrats as starving beggars and Republicans as overfed plutocrats.  The Democrats are always very ¦¦hungry : they rig elections and they tell the most frightful lies to get votes.  Since 1932, the first time FDR ran, the Republicans have become the permanent backseat drivers of American politics -- -- -- nobody pays attention to them when they're out of office and everybody tells them what to do when they're in office, and, what's more, they take everybody's advice while they are in office, so they're soon back out of office again!  Republicans just make you dizzy to watch them!  They seem not to seek power and when they finally have the power that they seemed not to seek, they seek to lend it away for a brief time or give it away permanently. From 9/11 to Katrina, they held absolute power in Washington and they pissed it all away, most happily.  Sure, they took out the proverbial crowbar from the wallet pocket of their fancy sports jacket and pried loose everything that was not nailed down. Sure, they heard the siren song of Tel Aviv and ran mindlessly into the Middle East and painted the walls with blood, tore those selfsame walls down, painted the walls with blood again, and tried to erect new walls of concrete after only madmen remained behind.  But in the end it was the old, characteristic, Republican behavior we have known since 1932 : seeking power, giving it away, and enjoying the perverse activity of bending power into unrecognizable and crazy shapes, then losing, then seeking it, all over, again and again.  As intriguing and a little puzzling as the New Testament account is, of the Devil taking Christ up to a high hill over Jerusalem and offering him all the worldly accouterments of man and God, and of Christ refusing the Devil’s generous offer; we realize now that if Christ had been a registered Republican he would've taken the Devil's offer with the instant realization that he would soon give it all back to the next Democrat he would meet on the way down, coming up that high hill!  The Democrats don't deserve your vote.  They are the lowest of the species, the worst kind of the pure, political animal --- and crooked, too!  But, oh, those Republicans -- -- -- they are the most conflicted and confused chimpanzees standing on two legs and dragging their flat knuckles in the the display cases of Mr. Darwin's Museum.  They want to climb up only to fall down.  They want to be taught how to make promises only to unceasingly betray their most faithful supporters. We've seen this movie before : it always ends in tears.

“My hope is that we can start talking about real issues and not caring about whether God cares about your hemline or your color," he said. "We are here [ on the planet Earth ] to evolve as one family, and we can't be separate anymore.”

So speakth Gordon Sumner ( the former rock singer still known as “Sting” ) from deep inside his gated community! He really should get out more.

Last month, Republican Congressman John McHugh resigned his seat in the US House of Representatives for a job in the Spendalicious Administration.  11 Republican club leaders from McHugh’s district then got together and behind closed doors chose Dierdre Scozzafava, a local state assemblywoman, who is known as "Dee Dee" within the councils of the Party.  The conventional wisdom has it that “Dee Dee” was simply the next in line, a warm body who had paid her “dues” in the trenches of the party and was now ready to step up to bigger and better things. That she was for Open Borders, Gay Marriage, and higher Sales & Property taxes were objects of little matter. When all is said and done, these are things that all good Methodists and most Republicans are for, in their souls and in their minds and, when it counts, with their votes! Now however, in upstate New York, “Dee Dee” is known to be a very wealthy woman.  The talk is strong that it wasn't because it was her turn or because of the force of her personality that got her the exclusive designation of the party line in next week’s snap Congressional election.  The talk is strong that she stuffed 11 envelopes with 11 healthy wads of cash and licked said envelopes personally and saw to it that those envelopes were delivered to 11 specific places without use of the United States Postal Service.  At this moment “Dee Dee” is running dead last in the polls, behind a “moderate” Democrat and a renegade Republican who has sought refuge on the Conservative Party line.  Now you must commiserate with all aspects of “Dee Dee’s Dilemma,” if not the very ample woman herself : she's in the Bucks but she can't bribe every voter in the district, now can she? The Laws of Physics say no.

 Goldbricking : "Dee Dee" Scozzafava ( Big in Pink! ), Always
 Willing to Shovel the Shit in a Good Cause & for the GOP!

Even though politicians seem born to take the path of least resistance, to go down the smoothest road, as it were, and latch hold of any new radical policies that they happen upon, either by design or by accident, final political policies are most often fixed upon for rudimentary reasons of self-preservation. When the Labour Party, dubbed “New Labour” for the purposes of the 1997 UK Parliamentary campaign, entered Whitehall with a landslide majority, Party adherents set about dismantling Tory Immigration policy.  During the preceding 18 years of Conservative Party power, the rate of immigration into the United Kingdom never surpassed more than 100,000 persons per annum.  Labour would effect radical change in this “low” number.  Bill Clinton would prove to be Labour's Patron Saint in the manner of forcing sudden and massive Third World Immigration into a nation having an overwhelming majority European population.  Almost immediately, the rate of immigration into the UK was jacked up to 300,000 persons per annum (these are the official figures, which do not include visa overstayers --- re : see the Saga of Lady Scotland, below [ Sept. 17, 2009 ] ). For twelve years now Great Britain has imported, for absolutely no reason, the problems and customs of the Third World : crime, poverty, restrictions on speech, the whole lot and the whole ball of wax, et cetera.  In 1968, Enoch Powell was right to warn that immigration was an avoidable problem that needed instant fixing.  Now the avoidable problem has become a perpetual one by dint of crippling numbers.  Any utterance upon the topic of immigration has been banned, any criticism upon the level of immigration was and is regarded as unsubtle racism by the politicians and, soon following after, the press.

The 1956 reelection campaign of President Eisenhower featured a charming bit of political publicity, designed to reach the American public.  Particularly when he campaigned in Midwestern towns, General Eisenhower would invite, at random, two or three members of the usual throng, lining the streets, to hop into his presidential limousine and join him in waving to their fellow neighbors who, delighted to witness people whom they knew, would be put on full display, chumming around with the President of the United States.  Eisenhower, because of ill health, could not run the same geographically expansive campaign, from coast to coast, that he had undertaken in 1952.  The limited and time-shortened campaign of 1956 would have to have this " just-plain-folks " cachet to it.  In October of that year the voters caught a fleeting glimpse of Ike, the hero of World War II, and they were still reassured that they still liked him!  It was Shakespeare's "A Little Touch of Harry in the Night," so to speak, transplanted into the American Consumer Colossus of the mid-20th Century, a nation that could destroy the world in a bad mood but preferred to lick an ice cream cone and show the pearly white teeth of her Universal Folksiness.  Afterall, Ike had kicked one million wet backs out of the Southwest, having appointed an Army buddy to oversee the massive deportation and had stopped the fighting in Korea --- just like that!  Ike had kept it all European and Small Town, one of the many reasons he could run from his sick bed for re-election, without seeming to break a sweat.  Stevenson, the "Egghead," was not to be trusted; he knew too many big dimestore words and was not afraid to show them off when he gave his many speeches of dubious sincerity.  This smooth and oily smarty-pants politician from Springfield, Illinois, and the board rooms of Chicago, came across as a smart-alecky intellectual, full of beans and blather, who seemed able to talk his way around any topic under the sun and then send the Aurora Borealis off to the dry cleaners for a light pressing.  Americans took this kind of self-assurance for smarminess.  Americans like their presidents glib, but not glib like lawyers.  General Eisenhower -- -- -- Ike insisted, even during his time as President, that he be so addressed -- -- -- beat Stevenson handily in '52; and in the '56 rematch, he positively crushed the smooth talking Egghead who could have been Al Capone's real estate broker.

When de Gaulle visited Kennedy at Hyannisport to discuss NATO affairs, he mentioned, during a break in their discussions, that he was shocked to find an appalling lack of security surrounding the most powerful man on the planet Earth.  De Gaulle pointed out that a madman with a gun could casually stride across the fields surrounding Kennedy’s ocean-side cottage, aim and fire his weapon, thus upsetting the equilibrium of the Western world. Kennedy knew that de Gaulle had preeminent reason to fear for his security. ( De Gaulle, afterall was still a moving target for certain rogue elements in La Armée Francaise, still quartered in Algeria, which had put a rather tall price on his rather tall head ).  Kennedy assured de Gaulle that the United States was a country that used the ballot box rather than the cartridge box to change her leaders.  De Gaulle, ever the skeptic of things Anglo-Saxon, uttered a sagely surprised grunt over his host's easy manner about things violent and political.  After having sat through the many crisis meetings between Churchill and the French wartime cabinet in Paris in May, 1940, de Gaulle had been a first-hand witness to many fanciful political facts, soon to be blown apart by forceful, simple military reality ...