Do you have an exit strategy for you and your family?
Underground urban bunker? Remote mountain cabin, or, at
the bottom of the Grand Canyon, Phantom Ranch?
On a jet plane, headed out of the Country?
Canada, London, Paris, or perhaps out of the
country but still on American soil in Hawaii
or Puerto Rico?
Come November 5th, America will be 13 months pregnant, ready to blow, and it seems, arguably, so much of White America hates Black and brown people.
Isn’t that where this whole hot mess called the 2024
Presidential election is headed? The fall of
the United States?
Unquestionably The Republican MAGA Party needs an
exorcism, and Satan just called. He wants his
brother Donald back, right?
If he, whose name shall not be spoken ever again, is
reelected Emperor, God bless us, and if he
isn’t elected, God help us. He will unleash
his millions of White evangelists, those who
have no shame, none, none at all, the fruit
cake zealots who’ll begin some twisted,
diabolical revolt.
What will you do, where will you go?
Who will you call for protection from your MAGA neighbors
who happen to be police officers and teachers,
and want to burn down your house and lynch you
and your family from the trees in your front
yard, just like in the good ol’ days they
openly yearn for?
Who ya’ gonna call, the Klan-Busters?
Yep, see we Americans of color find ourselves in a
tight-ass spot, stuck between the
orange-haired devil and the deep blue sea, and
have no question about it, this land, America
isn’t our land.
The Mason/Dixon Line is Canada.
Or is this a case of 40 million plus Black folks not
knowing they are the sons and daughters of
slaves, and that we’ve always been unwanted
and unwelcomed, so many of us could flee and
be free, but we don’t know we’re still slaves?
We believe we are US citizens, homeowners with
a mortgage, nice Mercedes. We’re not niggers,
we’re Americans. Sure, yeah, right, this land
is your land, this land is my land. Negro,
please! Wake up!
Who sees it like that? And, why, oh why, can’t the Blind
see?
Surely not the Make America Great/White cult.
Nonetheless, where are you and your family going to be
when the racist tidal wave strikes, all across
America?
Who’s going to protect you, save you from the MAGA mobs?
A new, freshly baked movie on the horizon, “Civil
War,” is about to awaken millions of Americans so that they
can vote in droves and soundly defeat the
sinister and soulless MAGA forces of
He-Whose-Name-Shall-Not-Be-Uttered, who will
be both emboldened after viewing the movie,
but also enraged it was even made, let alone
released in what is the political season.
News clips in the trailer tell us 19 states have seceded,
the U.S. army has ramped up activity, and
there are mentions of something referred to as
the “Western Forces” of California and Texas,
as well as the “Florida Alliance.” We’re told
the president has said an ongoing uprising
will be dealt with swiftly.
The intense clip is full of harrowing images, but perhaps
none more so than a standoff between one of
the characters and an armed man who can be
heard saying during a standoff, “There’s been
a misunderstanding, we are American.” To which
the character chillingly replies, “Ok, what
kind of American are you?”
Thank God someone has made a movie about the fate of this
nation because it seems the surest way to
reach out and touch a nation of undereducated,
easily distracted, and innately disinterested
Americans and to connect them with the
rank-and-file mainstream via a movie.
Most Americans of any color couldn’t produce an 8th-grade
level essay on the basic “ins & outs” of
World War II if it weren’t for “Saving Private
Ryan,” and couldn’t tell you a damn thing
about the RMS Titanic if not for the movie.
There were generations of Black Americans who couldn’t
explain the importance and significance of
Jackie Robinson until it was made into a flick
about 8 years ago, the Black Panther Party for
Self-Defense, most thought he was a Marvel hero. Not Huey P Newton and Bobby Seale, until the movie “Judas and
the Black Messiah” came out.
This sad reality, that the fate of the USA, the capital of
the “Free World” sits in the laps of slightly
educated, non-intellectually curious dummies
is real.
I can’t risk it, not my family’s lives, to these clowns.
According to the late iconic actor/singer/activist Harry Belafonte, Martin Luther
King had this epiphany days before his bloody
assassination: “I have come to believe that
we are integrating into a burning house. I’m
afraid that America has lost the moral
vision she may have had, and I’m afraid that
even as we integrate, we are walking into a
place that does not understand that this
nation needs to be deeply concerned with the
plight of the poor and disenfranchised.
Until we commit ourselves to ensuring that
the underclass is given justice and
opportunity, we will continue to perpetuate
the anger and violence that tear the soul of
this nation. I fear I am integrating my
people into a burning house.”
The roof is on fire, The Roof Is On Fire, THE ROOF IS ON
FIRE, let the mother burn, let’s go to Tahiti.
