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Big F'n Deal!

Much is being made about various statements the Rev. Jeremiah Wright of Chicago's Trinity United Church of Christ has made in past sermons. The noisemakers are squawking because of the Reverend's relationship with Barack Obama. You know, the usual attacks using guilt by association. Obviously, if some one Obama knows makes "controversial" statements, he may as well have done it as well.

I listened to Wright's messages as broadcast on the news and, truthfully, didn't find anything he said untrue. Just because white America chooses to bury it's collective head up it's ass, does not make those statements any less true.

A sermon on the Sunday after the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, Wright preached that the United States brought the attacks itself.

"We bombed Hiroshima, we bombed Nagasaki, and we nuked far more than the thousands in New York and the Pentagon, and we never batted an eye," Wright said. "We have supported state terrorism against the Palestinians and black South Africans, and now we are indignant because the stuff we have done overseas is now brought right back to our own front yards. America's chickens are coming home to roost."

Nothing untrue here. He seems to even be going lightly on the past crimes of the US government. Imperialist activity throughout Latin America and South America, Cuba, the Philippines are just a few overlooked historical periods with crimes committed in "freedom's" name. This isn't even getting into the crimes committed against the indigenous peoples of North America. Any oppressed people is going to strike back in any way it can for real and perceived injustices. Attacks on civilians is unacceptable no matter who is responsible. America, the chickens are coming home to roost. Not only are we being fought against on the battlefield but greed is collapsing the economy once again. There are a lot of chickens in this flock.

In another sermon Wright said this about the treatment of Blacks in the US:

"The government gives them the drugs, builds bigger prisons, passes a three-strike law and then wants us to sing 'God Bless America.' No, no, no, God damn America, that's in the Bible for killing innocent people. God damn America for treating our citizens as less than human. God damn America for as long as she acts like she is God and she is supreme."

Again, the US has it's head up it's ass. Flag wavers run in circles over things like this. How dare this person denounce the wonderful USA? How long have America's former slaves been waiting for that promised ten acres and a mule? It took a hundred years after the Civil War just to gain the semblance of equal rights!

Recently speaking about Obama, Wright stated this: 

"Barack knows what it means to be a black man to be living in a country and a culture that is controlled by rich white people. Hillary can never know that. Hillary ain't never been called a nigger."

What is untrue here? Well, Ok, even if Hillary has never been called a nigger, I'm sure she's been called many other things. smile_wink 

The US needs to face the reality of what it has done historically. Citizens need to be reminded of the poverty conditions factory workers live in to provide Wal-Mart with lot's of unnecessary junk that will only end up in a landfill. The US will need to face the fact that the age of frivolously wasting energy resources. Many are losing their homes because of banking and Wall Street greed. The foundation of the USA is rotting and all people can worry about is some church minister preaching from his own perspective and not the prescribed white version.

I don't give a good goddamn about Obama's religion. The way people worry over Christianity in politics has become maddening and completely un-American. Stop asking presidential candidates about their religious beliefs and, more directly, if they are Christian.

Not only should we be saying "goddamn America" but also be telling it to go fuck itself and the rich white owned horse it rode in on.

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