The Lovesong of J. Michael Arpaio

Posted in Poetry, racism at 6:17 pm by angela

Reprinted from DailyKos, by NoVa Boy

The Love Song of J. Michael Arpaio

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a lover etherized, wistful and alone;
Let us go, through certain half-remembered streets,
The stuttering defeats
Of restless nights tequila drowned
And lively restaurantes hot with bodies:
Streets that flow with feverish longing
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming feeling …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the tienda the ladies come and go
Talking of Español.

The pale-jade fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The pale-jade smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Flicked its tongue into the sultry airs of the evening,
Lingered upon the voices that play at night,
Let fall upon its ears the music that falls from windows,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft octubre night,
Peeped through the curtains, where a chica lies asleep.

And indeed there will be a time
For the pale-jade smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing itself upon the window-panes;
There will be a time, there will be a time
To prepare a sneer to meet the smiles that you meet;
There will be a time to love and hate,
And time for dusky faces and dusky hands
Framed, ah – lovely, by the bars of the closed gate;
Time for that and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred arrests,
And for a hundred arrests and protests,
Before the taking of an illegal’s plea.

In the calle the ladies come and go
Talking of Español.

And indeed there will be a time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
A time for rejection and retreat in despair,
To tear with clammy hands my pale, lank hair—
[They will laugh at my back: “little hombre, pequeño!”]
My mourning coat, my collar pulled over my ears, head low,
My belt loose, hands scrabbling, shoulders bent low—
[They will shake their pinkies at me: “pequeño Americano!”]
Do I dare
Taste exotic fruit?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which in a minute will be moot.

For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, the buenas tardes,
I have longed my life for succulent kisses;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
Dark eyes transfix you in a Spanish phrase,
And when I am fixed, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted, dusky and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with dark brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that sprawl long a bed, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?

. . . . .

Shall I say, I have crept at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the fruit that hang from the trees
In the parque, exotic fruit swaying in the warm southern breeze?…

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

. . . . .

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps its siesta!
Smoothed by brown fingers,
Asleep … languid … it lingers,
Stretched on the floor, before the fiesta.
Should I, plying my devices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have loved and hated, loved and predated,
Though I have burned to taste chaotic kisses,
I am no lover—and when my kiss she dismisses;
Then, then the moment of my fondness flickers,
And I flee the open door, and hear the snickers,
And in short, I was deflated.

. . . . .

No! I am not Don Juan, nor was meant to be;
Am an embittered boy, one that will do
To bait, to regress, arrest a wetback or two,
Punish them all; no doubt, an easy tool,
Hypocritical, glad to be of use,
Political, cruel, and corrupt;
Full of high dudgeon, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, truly ridiculous—
Utterly, at all times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow bitter …
I yearn ever for the savor of exotic fruit.

Shall I profile them all? Do I dare to taste a Spanish peach?
I shall wear white, eat white, and listen to the Pastor preach.
I have heard the dusk-maids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them dance, skirts sweeping the floor
Curling the dark hair of dark boys in their fingers
I have watched them touch, laughing, a kiss lingers.

. . . . .

We have lingered in dreams of hot, strong embraces
By dark-girls wreathed with scents sultry and brown
Till shrill voices wake us, and we drown.


What would Sarah say?

Posted in Sarah Palin at 7:37 pm by angela

Well, what did Sarah say?

With all her paid speaking arrangements, Sarah Palin makes the promoters forbid recording her speeches. The Toronto Globe and Mail got hold of a surreptitious recording of her speech at a $200 a plate fundraiser, the one where a reporter’s 30 minute interview got cut down to 15, then to 5 minutes, one prescreened question permitted.

Well, I’m not sure we could say she outdid herself. The transcription was painful to read, and probably even more painful to listen to.

I don’t know if I should Buenos Aires or Bonjour, or… this is such a melting pot. This is so beautiful. I love this diversity. Yeah. There were a whole bunch of guys named Tony in the photo line, I know that. And in the introduction too, in the instructions to you all, I got a kick out of the instruction “No heckling.” I am so used to the heckling, it’s okay! We’re used to it. They just hit you into the boards and maybe get called for a penalty or whatever, but we can handle that too.

It’s so good to be here tonight. And uh, we’ll kind of shift gears tonight, we’ll leave a lot of room for the Q&A because that, having a conversation with so many of you, is something that I look forward to. And not being so political tonight. I will talk a lot about energy, because I want to talk about some of the things that both our countries, America and Canada, can do to ramp up production so that we can ramp up our economy, get it roaring back to life and a lot of that has to do with energy production, which I know that you all in Hamilton and this part of Canada can really respect and relate to, because the better our economies do, the better we do in terms of having opportunity to help children and to help those who are less fortunate, the better the rest of us do. We’ll talk a little bit about energy.

I’m wanting to, though, kind of shift away from the political. I’m just getting off the trough from doing a lot of Tea Parties across the US, man those are a blast. [applause] They’re rowdy and they’re wild and it’s just another melting pot, there’s just diversity there and all walks of life and all forms of partisanship and non partisanship just wanting good things to happen in this part of the world. It’s been a blast. The shift from the political, so now that I have that shift from the political but still have that desire to talk about the economy and talk about energy and resources and national security and all those things. I was telling Todd, okay, this is like [inaudible] on the vice presidential campaign trail, where you never really knew what you were getting into when you get into that line before you were interviewed. Obviously, sometimes I never knew what I was getting into in an interview. Obviously…

I am convinced she has a language impairment.

Full transcript


Obama not “black”?

Posted in Blogging, racism, Wingnuts at 12:57 pm by angela

Yes, of course I put it in quotes. President Obama ticked “black” on the Census form under “Race”, and the “he’s dissing his mom and lying that he’s not half-white” folks are suddenly back in gear.

Amazingly enough, just such a blog post on OpenSalon, the “every blogger” wing of the news and opinion site, ended up getting promoted as though it was some kind of expression of original thought.

Earlier this week it was reported that the president had checked off “Black” on his 2010 census form question about race…

Though I do wonder why the president chooses to ignore his white half…the question Obama’s race selection raises for me has more to do with telling the truth…

Obama could have checked off both “Black” and “White” had he cared to be honest about it….

…The man had a white mother: get over it!

But when the president…makes a decision…to tell a half truth on an official US document he sets a bad example…

Clearly none of the commenters were aware of the history of the meme, but you would think that before Salon.com decided to actively promote a racist wingnut screed they would check into something like that.

Even if they were so desperate for teh google, you’d think they’d show a wee bit of discretion so as not to appear as pushing a racist point of view.

My comment:

The “issue” that everyone seems to be missing is that this “Obama is not black” meme has been circulating since long before the election.

It is all part and parcel of the “post-racialist society” myth that says that discrimination is a thing of the past and has been so for decades; that Obama is an “empty suit” who got where he is strictly because of affirmative action, and earned none of it; that the only people who voted for him were racist blacks and whites who were practicing “reverse racism” to prove they were, um, n****r-l****s.

It by necessity claims the lie that most blacks in America are 100% African in origin, and that you can tell by looking at someone exactly what percentage of each race their blood contains.

The question has been asked at least 36,000 times in the Politics&Government category of Yahoo Answers. Google on “Obama black” and you will find 90,000,000 pages to peruse, many of them hatefully racist.

There is nothing original in this post. It is just an attempt to legitimize something that is inherently illegitimate and bring it to those of us who have not frequented sites like red state, free republic, storm front, etc, where post-racialism occupies a place with birtherism, southernism, and other such philosophies.

You should be ashamed of yourself, Mary Ann.


Vacation in a Libertarian Paradise

Posted in humor at 8:42 am by angela

How did I miss this? I’ve been using Somalia as the “regulation-free” example since long before it was trendy.