“Racism is palpable in 2014,” his friend wrote.
“Hey, 1964 isn’t that long ago, just fifty years,”
he wrote back. And then he just mumbled:
But apparently, long enough
to take us back to the halcyon days of
Ozzie and Harriet
and Jim Crow.
Dubya’s Supreme Court must be watching ME TV.
We have arrived, those white guys and one black
guy with a big identity problem must believe.
The Roberts’ solution: “The way to stop
discrimination on the basis of race
is to stop discriminating
on the basis of race.”
Here is another super profound thought:
“Come on people, everybody get together
and love one another right now.”
and how about “Make love, not war”?
But, of course. Why not? The Chief Justice
as an old dippy hippy.
And why wouldn’t we all just
and sing Kumbayah?
Well, when we did sing Kumbayah back
in the day, we were all white kids at
church camp singing an African
song without any black kids
Today, they are in sight and those
young, white kids are now scared to
death old, white men, who don’t sing
“Come By Here,” but “Keep Out of Here.”
The way to stop accidents at
is to just stop at intersections,
so let’s just take away
all the stop signs
and voluntarily hit those brakes;
everybody get together and stop
at the corner, right now.
And Rod Serling has just announced
that we have entered
the Twilight Zone.