Thoughts on "The Speech" Tonight

I'm likely blaspheming in the eyes of some of you but isn't this thing being hyper-hyped, over-talked about? Will he be his usual pie in the sky/philospher or will he be the intelligent tiger he needs to be now?
There seems to be this religious call that all African Americans must drop everything they are doing to watch this speech, and I certainly will, and I will do whatever's necessary to get him elected...BUT there's only ONE speech that counts to me: when he takes the oath of office in sight of places we were once dragged in slave coffles , and 150 miles from where we were first put ashore at Jamestown to work and die. Then I will fall to myknees and weep. Anything before that is just cake without the icing...hype in a football stadium...
And let us not forget that, in the words of a commenter on this blog, the "Nuremburg Rally" begins next week--complete with songs, flags and invective and the loving nuture of bloggers, Fox News and Glen Beck. Speeches before January mean nothing till those voices are humbled and shamed.

Forty Million Dollar Slave Auction

Sorry for the absence. Mourning Jerry R.

Bill Rhoden coined the term in his book. Hurray for Derrick Rose and OJ Mayo. Hurray for the kids who jumped to the pros after centuries of black folks literally dying to get any education, college or otherwise. Hurray for the 19 year olds who think they are stellar and man enough to play in the NBA. Hurray for the massas, Jew and Gentile alike, who with greta moral strength said no, we can't have these nigger boys jump straight from high school. And huzzah for them for no taking the NFL or Major League Baseball as guides. Don't listen to sports writers like Vito Forlenza. Hurray for cars, bling and bitches, and new houses for mama & Uncle Pete. Photos shoots with white girl models & sex tapes with white sluts.

Huzzahs for the folk who say, but these young bucks are realizing their dreams, providing for families (and posses, boyz, baby mamas, vampiric white agents...oops sorry for the elitist bourgie cynism)...what choice do they have? Won't they be rich? As compared to whom...the white men who own teams, arenas, cableTV concessions? Who get their JDs, MBAs, CPA ratings, broker/dealer licenses, etc. who preserve the wealth? Oh no. Hoop dreams. A slave coffle in Everett Hall suits and Stacey Adams gators... with dangled shoe contracts from when they 16 years old. Ah yes, like Kunta Kinte in Annapolis...