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"The men the American people admire most extravagantly are the most daring liars; the men they detest most violently are those who try to tell them the truth. A Galileo could no more be elected President of the United States than he could be elected Pope of Rome. Both high posts are reserved for men favored by God with an extraordinary genius for swathing the bitter facts of life in bandages of soft illusion."

— H.L Mencken, 1918

On January 20, 2009, America saw the largest state-approved outpouring of racism since Southern states' tragically ineffective "massive resistance" against the federal integration edicts of the 1950s.

After being lectured for more than a half-century that race "doesn't matter," and that ability and "the content of our character" should be our only measuring sticks, we were officially informed that the swearing in of Barack Hussein Obama was a uniquely historical and hopeful moment precisely and solely because of his race. It was not the retaking of that branch of government by a Democrat, or even by a socialist, that was important — only the race of the new chief executive who pledged to "remake" America.

That, of course, is just the beginning of the lies surrounding this usurper of the nation's top job. He is not a Negro — he is a mulatto. He is not black — he is only half black. If, in fact, his father's Muslim faith was the result of some admixture of Arab blood in the past, then Barack Obama is actually more white than black; in that case he has fewer black genes than white genes. There is still no authentic black man running the White House, and there is not likely to be in the near future unless the blessings of affirmative action make themselves felt at the ballot box by allowing voters as little "diversity" in the race of their candidates as they are permitted today in candidates' political and racial views.

Negroes have whined unceasingly for more than a century about the alleged unfairness and immorality of the American South's "one drop" racial policy — the official view that anyone with a single drop of black blood cannot be white, and must therefore be considered and treated as a Negro. Now they — and the media — embrace that very philosophy, declaring that the negritude of Obama's irresponsible, pickaninny-dropping, wife-dumping sperm donor is sufficient to usher in the long-awaited racial millennium.

Never mind that Obama has less legitimate claim on black America than any other Negro politician in the history of the United States. He was born in Africa, if one can believe his own grandmother. After his non-citizen father washed his hands of this inconvenient baggage soon after Barack's birth, Obama grew up in Indonesia as the son of an Asian Muslim stepfather and a demented white mother afflicted with a tragically extreme case of "jungle fever." Once she ditched her second hubby in quest of more racially interesting sex partners, her son was raised as the stylishly "mixed" offspring of two comfortably well-off white grandparents in the multiracial paradise of Hawaii. Having their only daughter turn out to be a race traitor hardly speaks any better for their parenting skills than their grandson's barely concealed dedication to socialism, but at least he stayed within racial bounds in choosing his mate and fathering his own children.

Barack Obama likely never even met what most of America regards as an average Negro until well into his teens, when he finally relocated to the U.S. mainland. He quickly moved on to the exclusive confines of Columbia College and Harvard, where his fellow affirmative-action scholars were at least a cut or two above the average black.

All Obama has ever known of "discrimination" against Negroes is what he has read in books and heard from blacks who want to extort endless sums from the government for their suffering, of both the real and, most especially, the imaginary kind. Every day he has spent outside infancy in the United States is a day when white Americans were already second-class citizens in their own nation, subject to being denied jobs, promotions, school admissions, and other equal opportunities in favor of shockingly less-qualified Negroes — solely because of the color of their white skin, with utterly no regard for the "content of their character."

Rather than sharing the American black fantasy version of slavery, where every ebony servant was a kidnapped African king or princess, and every slaveholder a bloated, plutocratic wretch lusting after the dusky flesh of his female chattels, Obama's only blood connection to the "peculiar institution" is on his mother's side, which — if the press can be believed — included slave owners.

His claim to be a "result" of the civil rights movement is as moronic as his de jure status as a "natural-born American." He exited that polluted womb prior to the significant triumphs of white guilt over sanity, and owes his hybrid nature solely to his mother's obsessive rejection of all the restraints forged by thousands of years of civilization in her quest for the forbidden flesh of Negroes, Asians, and God-knows-what other beings. We should probably be thankful she lived in Hawaii, instead of Roswell, New Mexico, or her son might today be the first space-alien president.

Obama is aware, though, that Negroes in the United States are, on the whole, the most prosperous, best-educated, best-fed, and most civilized — and most ungrateful — blacks on the planet, a fact that is enough to make any strong man shudder, no matter what his race.

Only in his mid-life role as a "community organizer" did Obama become even vaguely familiar with average Negroes — their delusions and prejudices, their craziness and criminality, the anti-white dementia and welfare mentality that infest so many of them in this country. Almost certainly repulsed by all that, as any sane person would be, Obama moved on as quickly as possible to the Illinois state legislature, where he no longer had to rub shoulders with such rabble, and then to the United States Senate, where he joined an even lower caste of Americans — but at least most of them refrain from knife fights and the sport of spewing out as many bastards as humanly possible.

February 19, 2009

© 2009 by Douglas Olson. All rights reserved.

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