Tag: Ku Klux Klan

Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #048: History Gets Into Your Lunch

Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #048: History Gets Into Your Lunch

Klan Rally, Portland Oregon, circa 1920s

Yesterday afternoon, my pal The Professor told me all she’s been seeing a bunch of Trump 2020 bumper stickers on cars driving about her community of a sudden, which, by the way, is about a 50-minute drive from Baltimore. If I sussed that one out correctly, she was a bit surprised. This emotion was somewhat buried in her obvious disgust.

I, of course, replied in my typical witty, charming and ironic fashion. “Well, good for them. That’s exactly what I would do in the event I was on the Trump campaign payroll.” The Professor’s response was quite logical.

“What? Really? Why?” she asked. Continue reading “Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #048: History Gets Into Your Lunch”

Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #046: Racism Is The New Orange

Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #046: Racism Is The New Orange

Perhaps you recall way back last Sunday when the most notorious bigot of the 21st Century told four members of the House of Representatives to go back where they came from, where they should be trying to fix those shithole countries (to borrow a phrase he applied to such lands eighteen months ago) instead of annoying him.

The optics aren’t good here, but let’s face it: we are a nation that is completely polarized. This president really could shoot someone on Fifth Avenue near his tacky Trump Tower #1 and not lose support from his base – which is somewhere between one third and two-firths of the American electorate. He could then try to have sex with the bullet hole (to borrow a concept from my old pal and editor Paul Krassner) and, even if he couldn’t get “it” up his base will gladly hold it for him. Continue reading “Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #046: Racism Is The New Orange”

Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #044: Fireworks

Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #044: Fireworks

Happy Fourth of July, our national celebration of the time a whole lot of immigrants and their offspring told the guy in charge that they’d had enough of his shit. It’s a great American tradition.

It has become quite hard to celebrate this majestic event when our coward in charge and his underlings in ICE, the U.S. Customs and Border Protection agency, the Republican Senate caucus and their fellow travelers literally are torturing thousands of children and their parents.

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, holy shit, pick up a newspaper and stop paying attention to the most-excellent professional liars at Fox. All kinds of horrible things are being done to children in your name, and it does not matter who they are or how they got here. Continue reading “Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #044: Fireworks”

Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #023: All The President’s Frauds, Uncle Ruckus, and Dancing and Singing

Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #023: All The President’s Frauds, Uncle Ruckus, and Dancing and Singing

I’ll bet you dollars to donuts you can’t remember a single program or policy expressed by any sitting president during his annual State of the Union speech. So I will not put down His Petulance King Donald the Last for spending 82 minutes before the most powerful gathering of humanity in the world without saying a goddamned thing. It’s an American tradition.

However, I am amused with the response to the overall event. Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi, the woman the Rabid Right has long conflated with Lucrezia Borgia, did her job sitting behind the president and awkwardly applauding at the “appropriate” times. The Right said she was condescending. The Queen of Condescending Applause, they muttered on anti-social media.

It’s not as if Leader Pelosi started screaming “you lie!” at even one of the numerous opportunities afforded to her Tuesday night. No. That particular privilege is only granted to white Republican men and thus far only against a black Democratic president. Had Cong. Pelosi just sat there and glowered at our Traitor-in-Chief, those same hypocrites would have slammed her just the same.

Exacerbating my personal amusement, 2016 presidential campaign spokeswoman Katrina Pierson (who is not presently under indictment) observed the Democratic congresswomen who wore white in tribute to the suffragists who fought to give women the vote 100 years ago were akin to members of the Ku Klux Klan. “The only thing that the Democrats uniform was missing tonight” (sic) Pierson tweeted, “is the matching hood.”

How can a person so mean be that stupid? She was joined by the Pastor Darrell C. Scott, who worked on the usurper’s presidential transition team as the liaison between the team and black pastors. He tweeted “I see the Dems have their Klan colors on tonight!” Wow. How can a preacher so stupid be that mean?

And they have the audacity to criticize those deeply troubled Virginia democrats who donned blackface and Klan kostumes. Hypocrites and fellow travelers, the bunch of them.

Scott reminds me of Uncle Ruckus of Aaron McGruder’s no-longer-retired comic strip The Boondocks. The strip has returned to public life, with the assistance of Boondocks’ animator Seung Kim. Last year, Berkeley Breathed did much the same thing when he resurrected Bloom County online on a more-often-than-not basis. I missed the strip and McGruder’s insightful (and inciteful) social and political commentary. And, yes, Uncle Ruckus is part of the relaunch.

Am I grateful to His Petulance for inspiring the return of The Boondocks? Well, no, it’s impossible for me to possess any gratitude towards a treasonous president who hangs out with the likes of Darrell Scott and Katrina Pierson, and, for that matter, who employs megaton-level liars like angry-yet-prissy Sarah Sanders. But, to be fair, the piece of shit in the oval office has inspired greatness from people such as Steven Colbert, Seth Myers, and now Aaron McGruder.

As Eric Idle wrote and sang, “If life seems jolly rotten / There’s something you’ve forgotten / And that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing.”

Amen, Mr. Idle. Now more than ever.