(Being with deep apologies to songmeister Crewe and diverse others as legal requirements may in fact warrant anywhere.)
This is the story of how Lady Marmalade, a.k.a. Hillary Clinton, met her Mocha Choco Latta Mayor down in “old New Orleans.”
On Martin Luther King Day 2006, Hillary escaped from the plantation of the Non Compos Mentis. She subsumed and suffused herself into the radioactive personality of the “Creole Lady Marmalade.” As she told the crowd at her trial for stealing two bottles of Whitewater, “Y’all know what I’m talking about,” which actually said more about her excuses for her criminality than her particular condition back on the plantation.
But as she had lucked out so many times in her life, she lucked out again. The media and masters were consumed with someone else.
Ray Nagin was known to and celebrated by his white liberal masters as Ragin’ Nagin for his fiery attacks on their political foes. No courthouse jester anywhere ever enjoyed such salutations and protection. They made him Mayuh—down in “old New Orleans.” “Gitchie, Goochie, ya, ya, YEE-AH!”
On Martin Luther King Day 2006 Ragin’ Nagin emancipated himself from what good sense he had left from a lifetime of self-abusive stupidity. Raging like a hurricane, he claimed that Hurricanes Katrina and Rita were a sign of God’s anger toward the United States of America. And from that he drew the conclusion that God wants New Orleans to be all black again, to be painted “chocolate.”
Well, that was that. His liberal masters pulled the plug on Nagin. He was no longer their “maverick” ally. Now he had come “unglued,” they said. Again, this took all the heat off Hillary Marmalade. No one wanted to waste time discussing her case. Never mind two bottles of Whitewater, she could now get away with murder.
So Hillary came to make herself into the Creole Lady who came to thank the man she came to call her Mocha Choco Latta. She came struttin’ her stuff, extending one nasty “voulez-vous coucher avec moi” to her Mocha man. As the song relates, she anointed his black satin skin with her unholy oils of bootleg Whitewater which together they turned into magnolia wine. She broke loose the beast inside as he roared: “Creole Lady…more! More!! MORE!!!”
These are the ungodly times that try men’s souls, when a self-Creolized white woman rushes into a black Church seeking sanctuary from her privileged life in the halls of power which she declares equivalent to the diabolical compact of slavery. If that were a white Christian conservative male, he would be lynched then and there in the tabernacle.
The only thing more revolting than Hillary Marmalade’s remark is the fact that there continues to be exactly no pressure on her to apologize. So quite naturally, Hillary boastfully dismissed the very idea of an apology.
And in spite of the long overdue criticism of Ragin’ Nagin, the simple truth is that he has not been arm-wrestled into a resignation. Not that he would be missed. In fact, it is his ineffectiveness in leading reconstruction efforts that led him to resort to such colourful language in reassuring blacks that they were not being silently edged out of resettlement.
More to the point, the liberal media has reassured us all that it is not as if we are dealing with a white Mayor who declared himself in pursuit of a vanilla city.
It fell to Creole Hillary to complete the articulation of this abominable double standard. Her new political playmate, Former Republican Speaker, Newt Gingrich, we were told, also had the “p” word in his past. He had spoken of engineering his party’s 1994 historic takeover of the House of Representatives in terms of leading a “slave rebellion” against the liberal Democrat masters of the plantation.
So any mention of the “p” word is either as unproblematic or as encumbered as any other. They stand or fall together.
But do they? A black man has the duty, not merely the right, to break loose the chains of an odious left-lib ideology that wiped out his Divinely constituted household role, aggressively recruiting his woman and seed for the welfare plantation of Uncle Sam.
White Christian conservatives have become a gift beyond price in this brave endeavour of my people. They go out of their way to shed every last linkage to historic perversions of their ideals embodied in the KKK and the like. They have indeed, as Newt Gingrich’s Contract with America entailed, become fellow insurrectionists on the liberal plantation.
It is white liberals who feel no similar compunction to defer to black resistance. Pseudo-Creole Hillary cannot begin to understand which part of her mother of all paternalisms could possibly be considered objectionable.
That, of course, is exactly the mentality of a slave master.