During the funeral (a politicking moment if ever there was one) of Corretta Scott King, the "reverend" ... which translates "revere my rear end"...Joseph Lowery, co-founder of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, made the following statement:
"She extended Martin's message against poverty, racism and war. She deplored the terror inflicted by our smart bombs on missions way afar. We know now that there were no weapons of mass destruction over there," Lowery said.At this point....
The mostly black crowd applauded, then rose to its feet and cheered in a two-minute-long standing ovation.A closed-circuit television in the mega-church outside Atlanta showed the president smiling uncomfortably."But Coretta knew, and we know," Lowery continued, "That there are weapons of misdirection right down here," he said, nodding his head toward the row of presidents past and present. "For war, billions more, but no more for the poor!" The crowd again cheered wildly.Will you pardon me while I puke? Just take a look at this brother, and read the article for yourself:
http://www.drudgereport.com/flash8.htmNo man who wears a suit worth more than my house payment has the right to lecture me about what I or my president is doing for the
pooooooor (also known in certain circles as "the Po"). Especially when he weighs in at over 200 lbs. of largesse. Makes me long for the heady days of Mel Brooks when a righteous cowboy turned to his boss and said:
"I sure hate to see you like this, Mr. Taggart. How would you feel if me and the boys was to shoot that n*gger dead?"(no offense whatsoever, and nothing but respect, is intended for honest and hardworking, law-abiding American Citizens of African descent....but by all means feel free to clean your own house, sir!)
Oh yeah! Definately. And should I ever become president feel free to prosecute me for a hate crime. But don't do so now because you won't have a case. In order for it to be a hate crime there must be a seriously economically and civilly distressed individual on the receiving end of my hate (read: justified indignation) and the
rev. Smokin' Joe Lowery ain't it!
I may only be a recovering baptist but I still remember one thing: render unto Caesar's what is Caesar's, and unto G*D what is G*D's, and for once that verse is recited in context (as opposed to the gathering of monumental funds to pay for your cadillac from the pockets of your
flock, Joe). The President of the United States is worthy of respect, my disrepectful and beggardly brother, or else G*D wouldn't have put him there.
Oh, and by the way JOE, you puked ALL OVER the late Mrs. King's grave by undercutting the head of the very state that set her people free. Let's see if a president comes to the next hand-out convention, if that's how he's going to be treated.
Joe Lowery should be EATEN. And then puked up. And then eaten again. And then shit out. A dog should eat the shit. And that dog should be shot, then ground into burger, then fed to a pig. That pig should be burnt at the stake. That stake should be made into a six-foot double-headed wooden dildo. That dildo needs to be shoved up the ass of blithering, thieving idiot who cheered this imbecile....then burnt. Jesse Jackson can snort the ashes.
Now WHY won't they let me make policy???