No idea what this means, but I’ll take it:
White people are faced with either a negro or a total nutter who happens to have a pale face. Personally I’d prefer the negro. National Socialists are not mindless haters. Here, I see a white man, who is almost dead, who declares he wants to fight endless wars around the globe to make the world safe for Judeo-capitalist exploitation, who supports the invasion of America by illegals–basically a continuation of the last eight years of Emperor Bush. Then, we have a black man, who loves his own kind, belongs to a Black-Nationalist religion, is married to a black women–when usually negroes who have ‘made it’ immediately land a white spouse as a kind of prize–that’s the kind of negro that I can respect. Any time that a prominent person embraces their racial heritage in a positive manner, it’s good for all racially minded folks. Besides, America cares nothing for the interests of the white American worker, while having a love affair with just about every non-white on planet Earth. It’d be poetic justice to have a non-white as titular chief over this decaying modern Sodom and Gomorrah.
Which offsets the McCain KKK endorsement nicely. (That’s the KKK endorsing McCain, and not the other way around. We’re still capable of these sorts of distinctions.) A proof, perhaps, of the European flavor of modern American liberalism? Or the yahoo factor – the Klan, with its fancy dress and its Wizards and Dragons and so forth seeming to have more in common with LARPing than even fringe politics. Say what you will about the tenets of National Socialism, dude, at least it’s an ethos.
We are on the verge of, quite likely, choosing today as our next President a highly-qualified black man, instead of a crazy white man representing a disliked political party’s failed agenda. Perhaps as few as 45% of participating adults, here in the early November of AD 2008, will vote for the crazy man promising failure. There are certainly all kinds of fascinating reasons why people do what they do, and it is one of life’s mercies that I don’t have to listen to them. It would be wrong to impute all the votes for McCain to racism, or to impute the votes for Obama to its absence, or to get too excited about the Triumph of Progress because perhaps as many as eleven out of twenty adults in the country, for reasons possibly perfectly bizarre, are willing to avail themselves of an alternative to shitting the national bed. All progress is marginal, I suppose. It seems that all this excitement over the possibility of choosing a clearly superior black candidate says as much about how far we have to go than how far we’ve come.