Posted by
Expound Truth on Tuesday, July 29, 2008 11:45:06 AM
The following written by me, being the inspiration of Star Parkers article, Kumbaya falls flat in Berlin .
" "These now are the walls we must tear down." So I, Barack, along with my comrades, will build a mia culpa, invisable fence, as a reminder to give before passing, and to give on return. An invisible fence that, does not take away from the scenery, and there are jobs aplenty on the labor side, a continuous, white sandy beach on the other. There will be no seperate religion, state, creed, or nation, in the world. When I speak it will happen. The barriers that once seperated you will be abolished, and has one individual people will be of the same possessions, and passions. I, Barack, have spoken, and my comrades, my fallen angels, scratching their way to the surface, will carry out my words.
At this time I would like to present my wingless comrades, so you might come to know, and fear, their presence. Friends of Barack Obama Chicago: Pat Sexton, Mainstream Project , Ideas Project, Socialist Scholars, Ron Aronson, CDSA (Chicago Democratic Socialist of America), Marc Loveless, Harold Washington Party, New Party, ACORN, Chicago Jobs with Justice Workers, Frank Klein, Coalition of Black Trade Unionists, just to name a few. All of which are people who I have worked with, and of, has I became an Illinois Senator, and advance my career. I now stand before you proclaiming their vision, equality for all, and the pure democracy to established has your political passions become equalized. The fashionable collars being passed out to you by my choir, are a free gift to act has a reminder when passing through the wide gate. An entrance without walls on either side, allowing all to frolic has they may in full view of me, and my accomplishments.
The narrow gate will no longer exist, has its prior use was very limited, and its where abouts will no longer need to be mentioned, the narrow, righteous, path no longer sought out. The fruits spoken of, eaten, and shared, by those proclaiming there goodness, will be plucked, the trees of its boundries cut down. Of my voice, my learned vision of equalization, the leaders proclaiming its existance will lay prostrate before me, and give me my due. With harps will playing a rejoicing melody, I will hear them exclaim, "My Lord, your black! The "critical race theory" come into being. You were not a student of those professing its theory, YOU ARE THE THEORY! Hallelujah, we can now take comfort in the fact, our support of government meeting the needs of those oppressed was the right thing to do. An effort we gave up years ago, has we theorized it would lessen our load. Amen