How can we miss you if you won’t go away?
That’s the question being posed these days to Jesse Jackson, Brett Favre, and Hillary’s financial harridans.
“Hymietown” Jackson got the media attention he craves when he got caught accusing Barack Obama of talking down to blacks, and saying he wanted to cut Obama’s balls off for that purported offense. Nice.
What makes it ludicrous is how Jackson has done so little of note to qualify as a black leader since his failed presidential bids in the 1980s. He has pumped nonprofits for an exorbi-tant salary and lifestyle, and jumped in front of every TV camera he can find. And when it comes to respectfully addressing fellow African-Americans, how does his stereotypical black Southern country preacher’s sing-song speaking style, replete with cornball rhyming slogans, hold up in representing the black community to the nation and to the world? PUSH this, Jesse.
Meanwhile, Brett Favre, everyone’s good ol’ boy football hero, has decided he doesn’t want to retire . . . again. He already did one eulogized, media event swan song after the 2006-07 season, and then changed his mind, returning to the Green Bay Packers for this past season, a resurrection on the Lazarus level.
And he then said he was calling it quits for sure, as the sporting press slobbered all over itself, deifying him for leading the Pack to the NFC championship game. P+J always thought the idea of his last NFL pass being an interception wouldn’t sit well with Brettsky, so here he is, back and whining that Green Bay won’t give him a free pass to sign with whoever he wishes. Hey, Brett, if you won’t leave us alone, we’ll find somebody who will.
Finally, we have the supporters of Hillary Clinton, merely a millionaire, to match her now regretfully disgraced husband, demanding that Obama’s supporters help pay down their queen’s campaign debt (!?!?).
What is it about “You lost” that you don’t understand, Hillary?
The audacity and unparalleled gall of insisting that Obama’s mostly grassroots, Internet-driven contributors help reduce the debt of an opponent who ran a vicious, often per-sonally insulting and disorganized campaign, with its ample fees going to people like the unspeakable Mark Penn is unimaginable.
Unimaginable, that is, if it had come from someone other than the Billary minions, who are immune from feeling shame. Let Phillipe + Jorge explain something to you: sit down and shut up.
Jesse, Brett, and the Kill for Hill crowd — some people!
We got cultural capital
Last Saturday evening was one of those nights that made you feel proud to be a Vo Dilunduh. Downtown Providence was jammed with people soaking up the great music and positive vibes of the Providence Black Repertory Company’s signature event, SoundSession. In a few short years, SoundSession has become one of the most popular, exciting, and well-run events in the region.
If you experienced SoundSession, you would find it easy to understand why the gang at Casa Diablo goes on and on about the transformative power of art. It’s true, and vision-aries like Black Rep’s Donald King are leading the way.
Meanwhile, a few miles to the north of SoundSession, the early “pre-event” for Pawtucket’s ever-growing Arts Festival was taking place at McCoy Stadium, with the Dropkick Murphys and the Mighty, Mighty Bosstones shaking the rafters, so to speak.
