Hillary-ization strikes US

Let’s sing “Kumbaya” and pretend we don’t have race problems
By PHILLIPE AND JORGE  |  April 18, 2007

In terms of the Imus affair, Phillipe + Jorge can’t get over how the whole world of public affairs has undergone a process of Hillary-ization.
Never mind how media whores like Al “Tawana Brawley” Sharpton and Jesse “Hymietown” Jackson have never apologized for their past transgressions — and add the Duke lacrosse players to their odious list of silence when the heat is on. The public response from these two clowns echoes what everyone is saying: “We need to have a ‘conversation’ about race.” 
Bullshit. No one wants to confront how America remains a racist society. But in the great Clintonian style, we need to have a “listening tour,” and “conversations,” and “discussions.” Tawana Sharpton, naturally, says his brethren and he will hold a “Town Hall meeting forum” to address this societal dysfunction.
This Kumbaya-chanting mentality is just an easy way to duck the problem of race in the US while appearing to be genuinely concerned about it. Hillary, listen all you want, but if you can’t believe your lying eyes, rather than having some Oprah-esque plant in the audience throw you a softball question, you have as much chance of being president as John Kerry.
Hey, Barack: turn this around. You talk, we’ll listen. And if we don’t like what you have to say, that’s your bad luck. And to the ladies from Rutgers — what’s on your iPods?

Hawaiian ho
What an amazing cosmic joke that Don Ho should pass away during the Imus’ “nappy-headed ho’s” contretemps. Tiny caption bubbles all around.

People dropping, name-dropping
We’re so sad to see the wonderful novelist Kurt Vonnegut and the excellent cartoonist Johnny Hart pass away to that Wizard of Id-Dresden meat locker in the sky. Through absolute chance, Phillipe, in an ephemeral way, crossed paths with both.
Growing up, P.’s best friend in his teens was the son of Curt Swan, who drew the Superman comic books for DC. It was always a marvel (no pun intended) to see the edge of his drawing board lined by images of Clark Kent’s nemeses, to remind him what they looked like if the script dragged them into play.
When P.’s friend got into a horrible car accident, Curt had all his cartoonist friends do a poster-size “get well” card for the youth, featuring Beetle Bailey, Hagar the Horrible, and their back pages mates, along with one of the cavemen from Hart’s B.C. strip urging him to recover quickly. It was a masterpiece for admirers of schlock, to be sure.
And while living in New York City, P. and his companion of the time once house-sat for Vonnegut and his wife, photo-essayist Jill Krementz, in their elegant East Side brownstone. Vonnegut and Krementz employed P.’s friend as a personal assistant, and P. helped take care of their little pooch while they went away for the weekend.
No great shakes, but the best part was how P.’s companion typed up Vonnegut’s drafts for his publisher, and for a Christmas present, gave him one of the first cuts from Breakfast Of Champions. It was most interesting to see the editing process, since an editor had broken the middle pages into two separate chapters, which was not Vonnegut’s original intent. It’s nice to know how even the best fall victim to the blue pencil.
R.I.P, boys.

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