Updated: Guess who agrees with us?
President Jimmy Carter declared Rep. Joe Wilson a racist on Tuesday, for calling President Obama a liar during the latter’s health care sales pitch last week. The White House, in a little recognized story, acknowledged that Wilson was either right or at least not incorrect.
Carter will no doubt therefore declare that the White House is racist for agreeing with Wilson. More likely, on Tuesday evening, Carter accidentally dropped his dinner fork and declared the fork a racist. This very morning, while looking out window toward daybreak in Atlanta, declared the thickening clouds racist. Someone who grew up in Georgia and saw the days of pre-Civil Rights should know what racism is. Evidently, it now extends to disagreeing with the President on a key policy issue.
Carter actually said “I think it’s based on racism…There is an inherent feeling among many in this country that an African-American should not be president.” Carter may be one of them, based on his own past demons. But it is clear he meant Rep. Wilson.
We have not talked much about Wilson here at the Big G, because it has been covered so fully elsewhere. Suffice it to say, when the President speaks formally, you shut up and listen. You can disagree with him all you like—you can even loathe a person who is President—but you respect the office. You stand when he enters a room. You applaud before and after he speaks. You call him “Mr. President,” or “Sir.” You do not shout down to him as if you are some heckler on open mike night, and the House will deal with Rep. Wilson in its own way, according to its own internal rules of decorum, as it should.
So what makes Wilson or his comment racist?
The fact is simple: Wilson is right. The White House admitted that President Obama knew no Democratic proposal prevents non-Americans screwing the system. Yet he said it anyway. Disastrous touchstone for the conservative arguments against insurance reform. Obama hoped it would slither past, and it wound up biting him.
Carter was asked at a town hall meeting for his reaction to Wilson’s accusation. Carter had two choices: admit that Wilson was correct (which the Gormogons saw weeks ago), or simply scare off the valid criticism by declaring anything around and about Wilson a racist. Carter took, at considerable cost to his reputation and integrity, the easy way out. The Czar concludes that Carter’s vaunted sanctimony is just more Democratic bullshit, and wound up drawing more unwanted attention to how badly the Democratic party is malfunctioning at the height of power.
Carter should instead be relishing this moment: he is this close to losing the sobriquet of “Worst President in the Last 50 Years.”
Want more bullshit?
BBC News quotes Rep. Henry Johnson (D-GA) as saying “I guess we’ll probably have folks putting on white hoods and white uniforms again and riding through the countryside intimidating people. That’s the logical conclusion if this kind of attitude is not rebuked.”
What is it about Georgia politicians? Do they have no recollection of what racism is? Does Rep. Johnson believe that any of this criticism revolves around racism? Worse, does Johnson not realize in his obvious reference to the Ku Klux Klan that the Klan was (and might still be) the terrorist arm of the Democratic Party? If he does know it, he might be right: the Democratic racial terrorists are coming back. Support our guy, or live in fear.
Except, Rep. Johnson and President Carter, they no longer wear white hoods so much as represent blue states.
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.