In Defense of Jessie Jackson

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Say it ain’t so… Clarence. I’m standing up for Jessie Jackson. Me, the guy who ardently believes that Jessie’s picture should be found in Webster under the word “charlatan” or possibly in every Post Office across the country.

My support has nothing to do with Jessie’s particular choice of “n-words,” however reprehensible as they may seem rattling around in the ear of the listener/reader. It has everything to do with the man’s freedom of speech. (For anyone not old enough to know about this particular freedom, it is called the 1st Amendment Right and was bestowed upon us by George, Tom, Ben and the boys over 230 years ago, but subsequently stolen right out from underneath our noses circa 1990.) My support also comes from being fed up with the media vultures and politically-correct-Gestapo cults pouncing on any perceived slip of the tongue by people in the public spotlight.

Jessie’s only mistake, in this particular instance, is in lacking intelligent vocabulary to express a perceived displeasure at Obama. Contrary to the belief of the predominately liberal media, unintelligent remarks are not a crime in this country. (If it were, we would never again be “treated” to what falls out of the mouths of people like Rosie O’Donnell, Michael Moore, or most of Hollywood, as they would all be locked up for life in their local gulag.) There have been countless soldiers who died in order for Jessie, Don Imus, or Michael Richards to make their remarks, regardless if someone likes it or not. The subsequent media circus, commentary, and wringing of hands over Jessie’s remarks inches this country closer to socialism. As I recall my junior high history, one couldn’t say what they wanted in Stalinist Russia either.