By Gloria DULAN-Wilson
Habari Gani NIA = PURPOSE = DAY 5 OF KWANZAA
AND 1 DAY TO GO IN 2021!!
THANK GOD!!
We are all coming up with statements and reviews of how this past year impacts us - nearly pushing us to the brink of disaster. And, truth be told, we're not totally out of the woods:
WE HAVE TO MAKE SURE OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS ELECT JON OSSOFF AND REV. RAPHAEL WARNOCK to THE UNITED STATES SENATE ON JANUARY 5, 2021
(which, by the way, is my grandson, HANDSOME AKILI JABARI's Birthday). SO WE HAVE TO MAKE HISTORY - TWICE!
THAT SAID, WE'VE ALL GOT SOME CHOICE THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THE CURRENT, SOON TO BE EX - INCUMBENT OF THE WHITE HOUSE - and when I find something really good, I will promptly publish it.
This was forwarded to me by my Lincoln Unity Classmate, Vaughn Thomas -
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STAY BLESSED &
ECLECTICALLY BLACK
HAPPY NEW YEAR
A political fond farewell from British-Indian novelist Hari Kunzru...
"Mike Pence you repressed joyless would-be witchfinder, every time you spoke you always looked like you were straining to expel an enormous bolus of your own hypocrisy from your clenched sphincter.
“Betsy DeVos you blandly foolish soulless entitled child-stealing witch, rotting like a corpse inside your Chanel suit.
“Kayleigh McEnenay, you evacuated husk of a mean-girl cheerleader, the cavity where your heart once was pumped full of spite and moronic lies.
“Bill Barr you vast pompous pus-filled bladder of casuistry, you are an enemy of justice, bloated with resentment and cruelty, wobbling like a jelly at the feet of the oligarchs.
“Jared Kushner you vacuous dainty preening overpromoted nub of mediocrity, squeezed like an entitled smear of toothpaste into a silk suit bought with tear-stained dollars wrung out of the suffering tenants of your slum apartments.
“Ivanka Trump you monstrous slug of vanity, you infantile ninny so marinaded in self-regard that in your pea brain you believe we ought to love you for your crimes.
“Mike Pompeo, you bubble, you booby, you flatulent zero, that roiling in your ample guts that you mistake for world shaking significance is just the acid reflux of irrelevancy.
“Don Junior, you scabrous single-nostriled unloved elephant-murdering human wreckage, vibrating with bitterness and impotent rage at all the opportunities you’ve squandered.
“Interlude: all you staffers and interns, so eager to crunch your way in your shiny new work shoes over the bodies of the poor and powerless, I smite you and cast you out one by one.
“Eric Trump, you pallid clammy suppurating nocturnal semi-human grub, your absence of charisma is your only notable trait and the act of flushing you from memory will so be smooth and painless that in a month people will find it hard to picture your moon face.
“Rudy Giuliani, you capering cartoonish skull-faced bag of graft and corruption, too stupid even to ask who’s pulling your strings just so long as you can cake your crusty face in tv make-up and clack your jaw at a camera.
“And of course Stephen Miller, you weeping pustule upon the social body, you dreg, you homunculus, you noxious slime felched from the gaping cavity of Jim Crow, one day may you find yourself walking barefoot across hot sand, desperate for water, crying for your missing child.
“With that I'll rest a while, and go to find a street corner to dance on."
NOW THAT YOU KNOW
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?
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| Gloria DULAN-Wilson |
