The Taste of Asshole

6 May

Last night I purchased the Kindle version of Barack Obama’s Dreams From My Father:  A Story of Race and Inheritance,” figuring that it was safer not to have a paper copy around begging to be defaced, dismembered, pissed on or burned.  Also, the Kindle version is electronically searchable.  It’s much easier to go directly to every instance of the word “white” than it is to just read the thing in its entirety and take notes.  This isn’t going to be an extensive review, yet – just an overall survey of what this book is about.

And what this book about is young Barry hating him some Whitey.

It doesn’t matter if you read the book front to back or just skip around like I have, at first.  No matter what section I skip to, I just cannot get the taste of asshole out of my mouth.  It’s amazing what a lack of introspection this shitbag has.  There are many passages in which he not only obviously lies to puff himself up into some type of tough black guy, but comes off just looking foolish, as in this bit where Our Zero is 21 years old and living in NYC on that “unnamed, shifting border between East Harlem and the rest of Manhattan,” where he “enjoyed exchanging Spanish pleasantries with [his] mostly Puerto Rican neighbors”, only to have his tranquility of his idyllic multiracial paradise threatened by the depredations of the White Interloper:

When the weather was good, my roommate and I might sit out on the fire escape to smoke cigarettes and study the dusk washing blue over the city, or watch white people from the better neighborhoods nearby walk their dogs down our block to let the animals shit on our curbs–“Scoop the poop, you bastards!” my roommate would shout with impressive rage, and we’d laugh at the faces of both master and beast, grim and unapologetic as they hunkered down to do the deed.

No you didn’t, motherfucker.  No you didn’t.

In  what universe do white people purposely walk their dogs into black and Puerto Rican shithole neighborhoods to deliberately provoke the residents by having their dogs shit in front of dangerous Nubian warriors like Barry?  And then meekly submit to the humiliation of being forced to meekly pick up dog shit by a…  Negro?!

So on one hand, The Man is purposely provocative – “Fuck you, porch-monkey!  I literally shit on you!”  And then in the next sentence, he’s been laid low by the Scary Black Man.  These kinds of adolescent revenge fantasies are rampant throughout the book.  There is no doubt in my mind that this is one scared, powerless-feeling motherfucker who lashes out with his Bill Ayers’ pen behind the backs of those he thinks have slighted him on account of his race.  And he thinks EVERYONE is slighting him because of his race.

 

More on this, later.  I’m off to see the Avengers movie.

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9 Responses to “The Taste of Asshole”

  1. gmmay70 May 7, 2012 at 8:11 am #

    He “studied the dusk”? I’ve never read anything by Ayers, but apparently you can add “gag inducing tripe” to “black guy fantasies”.

  2. retread03 May 7, 2012 at 9:46 am #

    So Barky played bad-ass from the safety of a fire escape? Figures.

    I fear for your Kindle before this exercise is over. Might have been cheaper to buy the dead tree version.

  3. nashrambler1 May 7, 2012 at 11:51 am #

    It took reading one paragraph to conclude Obama didn’t write it.

    Like most mixed-race kids, Obama needed to choose a race to identify with. I think many people influenced him to choose the not-white one. Much of the book seems like a search to find racial persecution in his life to justify his victim status, but he seems to find it only in others’ experiences or in made-up events like the LIFE magazine cover.

    What seems most Obama-esque are the number of times someone asks for his opinion and before he can go on the record there is a knock on the door or the telephone rings.

  4. Larsen E. Whipsnade May 7, 2012 at 2:11 pm #

    The “dusk washing blue over the city” crap was Ayers trying to make Barry sound Hemingwayesque. Instead, it reads like a high school creative writing assignment churned out by some emotional wallflower. You should have stolen a hardcopy from the public library, at least then you’d have something to prop up the corner of the couch.

  5. empireofjeff May 7, 2012 at 5:53 pm #

    “Much of the book seems like a search to find racial persecution in his life to justify his victim status, but he seems to find it only in others’ experiences or in made-up events like the LIFE magazine cover.”

    And even when the other blacks in the book are telling him to chill the fuck out, he gets enraged that they don’t “get” it or have knuckled under to Teh White Man’s lash.

  6. TXMarko May 11, 2012 at 9:43 am #

    It is easy to study the dusk when you are stoned out of your gourd.

    Just sayin’…..

  7. John the Libertarian May 11, 2012 at 11:25 pm #

    This is some funny-ass shit, Jeff. Thanks to AoSHQ for the tip.

  8. Krebs v Carnot May 17, 2012 at 8:40 am #

    Spanish pleasantries?

    “Boy howdy, you folks sure throw a mean Cinquo de Quattro party!”

    Those kind of Spanish pleasantries from our first bilingual Preznint?

  9. Real Asshole November 9, 2013 at 10:50 am #

    benteaasnes@hotmail.com

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