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Sometimes, I hate this world!
by Eric Blair (3/08/98)

I don't have cable or a satellite receiver, and out here in the woods, the television signals are terrible.  It looked like Ralph Nadir, to me.  He was on the NBC  early (3:00 A.M.) news this Monday, March 8th of 1998, saying that the networks don't get it. All they care about is money. (That sounds like Nadir.)  He was bemoaning the reduction of prime time minority based television programming.  (That sounds like Nadir, too.)
    Some of you out there, somewhere, must understand what pure liberal BS this line represents.  Sooner or later, some of you will have to get it.
    Blacks represent 17% of the population in this country.  Based on their decades of demonstrations and litigation demanding affirmative action quotas, they should be demanding 17% representation on television.  They don't for a very simple reason.
    Blacks in the media have a much higher representational percentile than that, already.  Mr. Nadir, if that's who it was, is right about the decline, by the way. The reason for it?  Simple. Some folks have had their fill of ebonic, lesbian and redneck prime time boobs.
    So, what the hell is going on here?
    Well, Ralph Nadir makes his living serving liberal causes, for one thing.  His ego is pumped by national recognition, for another.  The sword must remain unsheathed even though the field is empty.  As the sadistic Kansas Redleg said in The Outlaw Josey Wales, "Doin' good don't have no end."
    Conservatives study the facts, then come to an opinion.  Liberals like Mr. Nadir select the opinion, then choose, redefine or simply ignore the facts to support it.
    Beyond Mr. Nadir's liberal litany and the decline in prime time black programming, what are the facts?  What is the inclusion level of blacks in America?
    How is it that all the millionaire basketball players are white?  Why is it that you never see black pro football players?  Shouldn't we have a racial quota in the popular music field so that at least one or two blacks could sing or play instruments there?  Why aren't there any black movie stars?  Why aren't there any black comedians?  What's wrong with having a black national afternoon television show hostess?  Couldn't we have a black as a senior member of  the legendary CBS 60 minutes staff?  Why couldn't we have a black poet laureate in America?  Or a black Secretary of Commerce?  Why not black mayors of  San Francisco and Washington, D.C.?   Or New York?  Yeah, why not a black mayor in New York?  What about the military?  Why not a black Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff?  Or, at least some black drill instructors! Why not some black drill instructors?
    And why shouldn't a law be passed that forces American universities to pay black professors the same as they do white professors?  Oh, yeah.  That would be a bad law, because black professors would have to take a pay cut since they actually make more money than white professors these days.
    Is any of this getting through?
    Well, you say, that doesn't excuse white rejection of black programming.
    Guess what?  It doesn't have to.
    I'm Irish.  I like Irish programming.  I have a Jewish friend who likes Jewish shows.  The Chinese like Chinese shows, the Italians like Italian shows, the British like British shows, the French like French shows and there are blacks who can't stand what the networks think perfectly reflects their cultural foundations.
    It doesn't seem to bother Mr. Nadir when Calypso Louie F., America's answer to (fill this space with the name of your favorite moslem dictator), demands that a selection of southern American states should be turned over to him for a separate black nation.  Yet when whites simply turn the television knob to another channel when the third prime time black sitcom in a row comes on?
    Shocking racism!
    Australians like programs that talk about Australian life.  New Yorkers get a kick out of New York shows.  Farmers like sitcoms about farm life.
    So god-damned what?
    (Perhaps we could shut up Mr. Nadir if we did a sitcom about a deteriorating socialist who single-handedly rides from town to town, crushing the right-wing redneck white male heterosexual fascist racists, then installing by fiat blacks in all the top business and political positions.)
    Have you ever listened to conservative black radio talk host, Ken Hamblin?  Have you heard him time and again ask the following question?  "Name for me one major American city with black liberal leadership that has prospered both culturally and economically."
    Are you aware that the brilliant man who got rid of racial quotas in California is black?
    Have you ever thrilled to the articulate exposition generated by the incisive mind of Howard University's Walter Williams?
    Should we pass a law that white Americans should be forced to watch and enjoy programming that features loudmouthed, arrogant, educationally challenged, sloppily dressed, self-righteous blacks who butcher the english language?
    Not at all.
    What we need is a law that forces black Americans to watch and enjoy programming that features loudmouthed, arrogant, educationally challenged, sloppily dressed, self-righteous whites who butcher the english language!
    If you agree with me on this, take action.  Send me a contribution for a new fund I'm starting.  Its purpose is to purchase a Corvair for Ralph Nadir. (Unfortunately, he was spreading as much BS when he wrote Unsafe At Any Speed as he is now.  So, the Corvair will work just fine, and Mr. Nadir will be able to safely drive from town to town, creating divisiveness in the name of inclusion.)
    Where the hell are Nat King Cole, Sammy Davis Jr. and Louis Armstrong when we need them?  Why don't Smokin' Joe, George Foreman and Muhammed Ali go find Jesse Jackson and beat the hell out of him?
    Why doesn't Tiger Woods demonstrate that he's gotten over his racial insecurity complex by ordering fried chicken and collard greens for himself and Fuzzy Zoeller at the next Master's dinner?
    Sometimes, I hate this world.

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