(Satire) Alphacat Does a Jamie Foxx-“Blame It” Spoof with (Faux) Barack and Michelle

Alphacat, who’s done a lot of video spoofs featuring Barack, has a hot number which riffs off Jamie Foxx’s Blame It video.

Here’s Alphacat’s version:

Best line, from faux Michelle: “Red or blue don’t matter cause we’re not gangs, don’t fight… y’all better act right.” (The political junkies will get that.)

I like Alphacat’s version better than the original from Jamie Foxx, which follows.

Do Whatever You Like

You can vote for whoever you like. This is the first video that the Ron Clark Academy kids did, before they became a YouTube sensation.

Obviously inspired, now Obama feels he can do whatever he likes. Courtesy of YouTube’s Alphacat:

And it’s good to see how well the white community, disparate though it is, has taken to it all.

Satire from Black Republicans

Who says black Republicans don’t have a sense of humor?

The National Black Republican Association posted this wonderfully laughable piece of satire on their website. Share in the amusement:

White Guilt Emancipation Declaration

We, black American citizens of the United States of America and of the National Black Republican Association, do hereby declare that our fellow white American citizens are now, henceforth and forever more free of White Guilt.

This freedom from White Guilt was duly earned by the election of Barack Hussein Obama, a black man, to be our president by a majority of white Americans based solely on the color of his skin.

Freedom is not free, and we trust that the price paid for this freedom from White Guilt is worth the sacrifice, since Obama is a socialist who does not share the values of average Americans and will use the office of the presidency to turn America into a failed socialist nation.

Granted this November 4, 2008 – the day Barack Hussein Obama was elected as the first black president and the first socialist president of the United States of America.

Ha ha ha!

Satire: Obama as Batman, McCain as The Penguin

The McCain campaign recently ran a political ad asking “do you know Barack Obama?” and taking him to task for his “friendship” with Bill Ayers.

The McCain ad is here:

The whole Obama/Ayers guilt by association smear has been thoroughly debunked; look here for an example.

But leave it to the Internet to find an amusing rejoinder to the McCain ad, this time via a reference to the campy version of Batman from the 1960s:

The whole thing was taken to the extreme, witness this:

Thanks to the Blacksonville Community Network for the pic.

(Satire) Lipstick Sublimina

Is there a subliminal message in the McCain lipstick ad that claimed Barack Obama was smearing Sarah Palin?

Probably not. But just think of the impact on the unconscious mind of the images conjured by these words:

• black male
• white female
• lipstick
• smear

Now, I’m not saying there was something “intentional” about the way the ad was devised. Nobody could be that cynical and calculating… right? But I had to laugh when I thought about it. I wonder if anybody else gets the joke.

Where are social comics like Richard Pryor and George Carlin when we need them?

Nutcracker Suite

“(Barack Obama is) talking down to black people… I want to cut his nuts off.”
– Jesse Jackson, caught unaware by an open mic on Fox News, this month.

“Well, you know what, then I truly believe that that is going to take an individual that has testicular fortitude, that’s exactly right, that’s what we got to have.”
– Paul Gibson, president of the Sheet Metal Workers’ Union, talking about why he supports Hillary Clinton for president, in April.

“With 90+ percent of black Americans voting Democrat regardless of who the candidate is, it will be bad enough as it is. But I, for one, expect you, black conservative Republican men to have enough balls to stand on principle, not on your emotions. You’ve shown your testicular fortitude by being publicly conservative against a tide of Identity Politics. Don’t start behaving like castrati now.”
– Black conservative blogger Juliette Akinyi Ochieng, challenging the manhood of black conservative males who are thinking of voting for Barack Obama, in June.

“Girl please, you couldn’t even carry my bra.”
– Detroit Congresswoman Carolyn Kilpatrick, at a Democratic candidate’s debate, responding to primary opponent Mary Waters’ comment about procuring federal funds for their district, this month.

Quoth AKA Barbie, “Skee-wee… forevermore.”

It’s been a tough week for me. The demands of work, family, and home have made it impossible to post to this blog for a few days. I’ve been in blogging withdrawal.

The day, the week, made me weak and tired. And when I’m weak and tired, the call of rum and coke can be irresistible. Was it one sip? Two? Or three? I don’t know. Weariness and alcohol can rob men of their memory as well as their conscience.

For some reason, Edgar Allan Poe came to mind. I started reading from his poetic masterpiece:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’

I looked up. I thought I heard a tapping… a rhythmic burst like Jay-Z rapping.

But no! Now it was a high pitched sound, like a bird. What was that sound? “Skee-wee.” it said. “Skee-wee.”


I ran to the window. And then I saw her!

AKA Barbie!

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Links of Interest 7/4/08

Daily Kos has a post about Frederick Douglass’ Independence Day, 1852 speech. This is the speech in which Douglass declared,

What, to the American slave, is your Fourth of July? I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants, brass-fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy-a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages.

The Washington Post has an editorial, which I urge you to read in full, about an integrated militia that fought in the War of 1812:

Andrew Jackson won with a somewhat motley, outnumbered army that Mr. Howe describes in detail: “There were Tennessee militia . . ., Louisiana militia, mostly French-speaking, and mounted Mississippi dragoons. There was an Irish American regiment called the Louisiana Blues and two battalions of black men, one made up of African Americans and the other of Haitian immigrants. . . . . Up from their hideout at Barataria came the notorious pirate band of Jean and Pierre Lafitte. . . . Jackson’s orders to this heterogeneous army had to be translated not only into French but also into Spanish.”

The aftermath in 1815 was not all that inspirational. Jackson never gave the black soldiers the fair rewards he had promised them. The various factions, faiths and ethnic groupings that had jostled and contended since the beginning of the Republic did not achieve mutual peace and understanding forevermore, as the nation’s subsequent history testifies. But this much can be said: that this was a wildly disparate army with a surprisingly common outlook. It was made up of people who thought themselves worth something even if others didn’t agree, or at least never had in Europe or the colonies. Some dreamed simply of being freemen. Just about all wanted, more than anything, land of their own and the opportunity to till it themselves, free of ancient ties and obligations, and to make of themselves what they could.

It was the 1776 dream of liberty and independence made personal, and although for some it was to be deferred for generations, it has remained the country’s greatest motivational force. When word of the victory in New Orleans reached Washington, D.C., four weeks later, citizens lit up the town with all the fire they could safely muster. Tonight we will continue the tradition.

The Texas Liberal blog has a nice post about Black Americans Celebrating Independence Day in 1930’s South Carolina which includes some thoughtful commentary. He also has some comments on Crispus Attucks.

Eugene Robinson talks about African American patriotism, from the Revolutionary War through to the Tuskeegee Airmen to now in A Special Brand Of Patriotism. Robinson starts off with the mega-question:

Anyone who took U.S. history in high school ought to know that one of the five men killed in the Boston Massacre, the atrocity that helped ignite the American Revolution, was a runaway slave named Crispus Attucks. The question the history books rarely consider is: Why?

Think about it for a moment. For well over a century, British colonists in North America had practiced a particularly cruel brand of slavery, a system of bondage intended not just to exploit the labor of Africans but to crush their spirit as well. Backs were whipped and broken, families systematically separated, traditions erased, ancient languages silenced. Yet a black man — to many, nothing more than a piece of property — chose to stand and die with the patriots of Boston.

I, Too, Sing America – Langston Hughes

Anderson @ Large talks about African American voting issues in her post Election Day. Of note: “While no one knows the number of unregistered black voters in the target states, the Sentencing Project estimates that 5.3 million Americans, including more than 2 million African Americans, have lost the right to vote due to a felony conviction. Thirteen percent of all black men are unable to vote.”

And while we’re on the subject: As mentioned in an earlier post, the Black Electorate site focuses extensively on news about ex-offenders’ rights and rehabilitation.

I was touched by this blog entry from Blog Fabulous on Black Grandmothers. It talks about older black women who have issues with Obama becoming president. The post was poignant to me in that my mother – a black grandmother – has problems with Obama too. The issues that these black women have echo my own mother’s concerns. It’s not necessarily a feel good story, but it’s must reading.

Brooklyn Ron talks about the scandal over the death of a patient in Kings County Hospital.

Do your white friends a service, and turn them on to the Rent-a-Negro site. And thanks to Abagond for that link.

I thought this bit from Christian comedian Rich Praytor was funny, although the ending was a little flat:

Meanwhile, this is just wrong…

In my preceding post, I spoke about Walter White, the civil rights activist and NAACP leader. White was able to pass for white, and he did so often, to investigate lynchings and race riots in the South in the early twentieth century. It turns out that Vertigo, which produces comics and graphic novels for grown-ups, published the book Incognegro in February. From the book’s description:

In the early 20th Century, when lynchings were commonplace throughout the American South, a few courageous reporters from the North risked their lives to expose these atrocities. They were African-American men who, due to their light skin color, could pass among the white folks. They called this dangerous assignment going incognegro. Zane Pinchback, a reporter for the New York-based New Holland Herald, barely escapes with his life after his latest incognegro story goes bad. But when he returns to the sanctuary of Harlem, hes sent to investigate the arrest of his own brother, charged with the brutal murder of a white woman in Mississippi. With a lynch mob already swarming, Zane must stay incognegro long enough to uncover the truth behind the murder in order to save his brotherand himself. He finds that the answers are buried beneath layers of shifting identities, forbidden passions and secrets that run far deeper than skin color.

Thanks to the Nat Turner’s Revenge blog for the heads up on this. I am a comic book fan, and I might buy it.

If you want to browse some black blogs, here is a list for your consideration. Only a few of these are ones that I regularly look at, so it was nice to get a little diversity. There are probably hundreds of blogs out there that could use some attention.