Obama is trying to design a top-down cradle-to-the-grave government corporation, like the ghettos of America are already being run.  Holla Black- because you know, black or any other color, the reality of the ghetto, a factory for self-defeat and survivalist skill-sets, a perpetuation of slave-labor machines, slave-voter machines that Obama wants the rest of America to fall under.

Holla Black!  Because you know…you know….Look into the eyes of Obama and tell us that you know what we know….He fancies himself a King.  He is no friend to the black man.  His programs will not liberate the ghettos from the injustice they currently face.

There are many people who get their groceries from the local convenient store because they have no cars.  They take their food stamps to the store and pay as much as 50% more than we pay going to the grocery store in our cars.  There are many other “expenses” to being trapped in the ghetto.  This writer has spent a substantial period of my childhood in the ghetto environment, no less poor than any other family that shared our streets.

That world was filled with an overabundance of dead eyes satisfied with the here and the now pleasures they could grab between the seemingly senseless grind of the rest of their lives (be they welfare queens or hard-working night-shift nurses working 2 and a half jobs a day).

Holla Black!  And the rest of you ghetto brothers and sisters of my day, the 70s and the 80s.  When we find one another, we know by our speech and our shared ghetto foods.  Come forth and share what we know of the ghetto, of the great government teet, where everything is free, but you never seem to get in the right line, or  the line is so long that it’s just not the wait.

Even those dollars the come to your EBT card, they’re not enough to build, to grow, only to survive, to breathe, to vote for the next King, same as the last King, the great progressive slave owners, the black mayors, the white mayors of our great cities that perpetuate the great grinding down of life from behind those ghetto walls, in projects, in row homes, in ymcas around the nation, the great ghetto poor have long been pawns in the progressive slave machine.

Do not be fooled by the color of a man’s skin.  Obama speaks the tongue of the white imperialist, not the black, independent leader.  He hides behind vague, but grand terms, while his demons come out from behind the white smile, speaking the real language of Obama:

Only government can solve our problems.

The Constitution is in the way of social justice.

I am the King.

You are the Slaves.

Obama is the great slave trader come to use his very slaves to do his bidding blindly, because his skin tells our black brothers and sisters that he is one of them, by God’s grace, he is one of them…

He is a BINO- black in name only- with a bit of a dark complexion, but well within the pallor of other darkly complexioned ‘whites’.  He lives in the world of race and race alone.  My black brothers and sisters, this is not your King, this is not America, for me OR for you.  There is much to be done by all of us to free Americans, of all colors, from the shackles of the ghettos that are killing our children daily and robbing us of great minds.

The government will never free you, my friends.  It will only perpetuate your bare-boned existence, until you no longer matter, until you no longer vote, until you no longer work, until you no longer serve the King.

There is a war afoot, and only by God’s grace can we as a people of God, as a people of ideals and not blood proclaim our unity and set about to build solutions as Americans, not government officials, work to free our American brothers and sisters from the concentration camps that litter the cities of our great land.

Stand up my brothers and sisters, black, Puerto Rican, Vietnamese, white, all the peoples of the ghetto, stand up on the right side of history, the side of Freedom, not Kingship, stand up for the new American reality, the ideal fulfilled, that ALL men and ALL women are created equal, that we are a nation of believers in the values reflected in the Bill of Rights, not a nation of hyphen-americans.  Stand up and proclaim- I am an American!

The illegals, as they are called, the immigrants, should not be shunned, should not be given over to the slave owners, the progressive capitalists that will grind them to a pulp in their brutal tasks.  Wherever the immigrants come, let Americans meet them with an open hand, with a willingness to learn their ways, and share yours with them.  Let us offer them hope beyond a penny-snatching job in the fields or in dark rooms sewing socks.

Reach out to their children.  Offer them education, apprenticeships.  The cause of freedom goes beyond America, so when we are presented with a people who came mostly to survive, to live, and we bought the goods and services they gave us at such cheap rates, we are obliged to give them the opportunity to be free, whether that be here, or to return to their homes with skills and resources to bring freedom to their own homelands.

Do not give them over to the slave merchants, the slave traders of the progressive capitalist machine.  They will turn them into human shields, as they do all of their slaves, from the SEIU purple shirts to the redjackets at Cityyear.  They are creating their human shields.

History will quickly examine the Obama regime after he has fallen, and he will.  How you stand now, you black brothers and sisters, you white liberal ideologues, will determine your legitimacy in the next reality, whatever that might be, the reality of freedom through self-sufficiency as communities grow their own food, run their own healthcare system, make their own cars, refrigerators, run their own schools, simply abandon the federal system altogether.

We need your ingenuity, your creativity, your intellect, my black brothers and sisters.  We need your minds, we Americans, to be a whole nation.  We need the spirit of the peoples of the world in America, for we are the great experiment, and while we yet live, we Americans, we can still hope to achieve that ideal we have yet to fulfill.  Help us again, my black brothers and sisters.  Make the first move.  Reach out to us, Americans, not hyphen-americans, not governments, for a helping hand out of the slave merchant’s boats.

God Bless and preserve this great nation.  Let her song sing strong above the dark engines that now drive her.  Let not her unfulfilled flame be extinguished, but reborn and let loose her full panoply of light that at last fulfills her lost promise, to create a true people of ideals, of freedom, of self-reliance and self-responsibility, a nation of one people, not hyphens, a people who happen to be men and women, dark complexioned, light complexion, tall, skinny, Christian, atheist, gay, straight, eagles fan, cowboys fan, but first and foremost…American.