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He’s probably on the internet right now, Allen East is, his angry fingers bouncing on the keyboard, himself expounding on the inequalities of the system and carrying the burdens of all the generations of American slavery upon his own mistreated shoulders. You’ll catch his hostile prattle on the black-conservative sites, lengthening the conversation-threads with his well-practiced hostility, claiming the misery of his ancestors for himself and his family. Like his hero (and heroine) in the White House, for whom he’ll brook no dissension, Allen East finds solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against the white race–the provenance of all his discomfort. Allen East has a six-figure income if he’s to be believed, and I don’t doubt him; but whether that paycheck comes from the taxpayer or whether it comes from the free market system he so roundly decries, I can’t be sure. His straight-faced equating of high tax rates with a proper spirit of personal charity suggests the former, although his general confusion about how things work makes me think it’s the latter. But never mind that that job keeps him in all the hi-def ESPN he can make time for, and as far away from the crumbling streets of the hood as any mall developer would strive to be; he’s unhappy, he thrives upon his unhappiness, and he’ll be damned if a bunch of Uncle Toms and Oreos are going to ruin it for him. He’ll be go to hell if some self-organized collection of disturbingly-sanguine race-traitors is going to blow his good thang into a flurry of spinning, smoking pieces. Black conservatives—the most threatening combination possible—must be silenced, and it’s his duty as a proud Obamunist to make it so.

The invective he hurls at the “sell outs” will be short on originality, and he’ll offer up no argument that wasn’t first dragged up and down the highway of indignation a thousand times before he found it lying ragged in the muddy ditch of obsolescence, but he’ll be a little more educated than the typical pro-Obama trolls on the typical anti-Obama sites. He’ll use punctuation, he’ll watch his typos, and he’ll communicate clearly. You’ll be able to tell he practiced his arguments in front of a mirror before he took them to his computer, and he’ll also have acquainted himself with a little history, but to paraphrase Ronaldus Magnus, it’s not that he doesn’t know anything; it’s that so much of what he knows is nothing but worn-out, overblown, ill-conceived crap.

I don’t say this as a self-appointed purveyor of the Sacred Wisdom. Anyone can learn the lessons of the past with a little study and discussion, while being mindful that much is open to interpretation. But history is a dangerous thing when one uses it to validate a predetermined conclusion. Allen East expends his energy looking for all the history that’s print to fit. His conclusions have long been leapt to and drawn when he thumbs through a reference book or scours the net for just the right articles. And if you haven’t guessed by now, Allen East is the anti-Allen West.

Unlike Allen East, Colonel West knows his history in its full scope. And if you’ve ever watched that congressional candidate in action, you know he can rattle off names, dates, and places like Sammy “The Bull” Gravano in FBI handcuffs. Allen West’s knowledge of the past, bolstered by his time in combat, is the reason he can recognize an enemy when he sees one, and he knows that the enemy of black America ain’t white America. Not for a long time now. It’s something else entirely, but Allen East is having none of it—and certainly not from some…some house negro!

America is a racist nation, Mr. East will confidently proclaim. Mr. West, however, knows that America is the least racist nation on the planet. Go ahead; try naming one that’s less racist. Canada? The Canadian Indians will have a thing or two to say about that. There are millions of blacks in Europe, but try finding one who’s been elected to any high office, much less prime minister or president. In Asia and Africa, racism is so ingrained in the sundry cultures that it’s given no more thought than is shaking sand from shoes. They all talk a good game, though, when the talk is directed toward the United States. But East knows history—he’ll tell you as much—and he knows that America was THE slave nation. West, on the other hand, knows that black slavery in the Arab world went on long before the first African ever set foot on Barbados, and that it never fully stopped—ever. The enormousness and the enormity of Arab slavery in Africa dwarf anything that transpired in the United States. And while East is comfortable with the notion that only blacks can claim a history of such servitude, West knows that tens of thousands of whites were captured and forced into slavery by the Arabs well into the 19^th century. The Moors raided the British Isles for hundreds of years, traveling as far as Iceland to collect white slaves, whom they tortured and brutalized until they either died or converted. Reparations, anyone? East doesn’t wish to hear it. Nor does he wish to hear that the enslavement of all races by all races has been a part of the human story since the first written word. West knows that unless one has descended from a long line of royalty or nobility, one probably has ancestors who were slaves, although it was the American whites who bent over backwards to right those wrongs.

But the only thing that ultimately matters to Allen East, he’ll say as he shrugs off facts for which he’s failed to ready himself, is that he is one day going to heaven while conservatives, whether black or white or whatever, are destined for eternal torment. He asks what we think God will say to us about conservative greed and lack of compassion. As Allen East sees it, charity comes from a willingness to pay higher taxes so that the wise and progressive rulers of a Democrat administration can distribute that revenue effectively; and we all know that racist white conservatives and their deluded black apostate puppets hate taxes. This reverence for taxes, of course, is what Jesus—the most esteemed of Marxists—has commanded. Mr. East’s grasp of the Gospels is nothing if not obtuse. Jesus instead called upon the individual to be compassionate; nowhere did he suggest that one should let the government be compassionate for him. And as studies have borne out, it is conservatives, not liberals, who answer that call. Conservatives are generous toward those in true need by their very nature. As John Stossel and ABC’s 20/20 learned through their own research, liberals believe that charity is the duty of the government rather than the individual, and Allen East readily agrees, although he refuses to acknowledge that the liberal leaders he champions are notorious for claiming questionable deductions and making use of off-shore tax shelters.

It is surprising, however, that Allen East believes in God or heaven, or any of those Bible-related concepts so vehemently eschewed by his fellow Obama worshippers. Too surprising, in fact. Perhaps he just assumes that the conservatives he has sentenced to damnation do, and he uses it to his perceived advantage. When I see his sanctimonious renderings in the comment-threads, I have to wonder if he, reclining there in his comfortable castle, honestly believes that the souls of his once-enslaved ancestors are sitting in heaven, cheering him on as he demands compensation for torments he never endured from people who never inflicted them. Did those souls carry Allen East’s hatred and his eagerness for retribution with them as they passed through the pearly gates to have and to hold for all eternity? Or would they be thankful to God, instead, for America’s transformation? I think there is a strong possibility, if they even care at all, that they just wish he’d shut up.

Maybe they see what Colonel West and all the other traitorous brothers and sisters in the black conservative movement see: the incompetent, destructive, and self-serving corruption of Dr. King’s dream by those who would no more end all racism if they had the chance than they would trade their limousines for forty acres and a mule. When the Reverend Jesse Jackson’s Cadillac SUV was stolen and stripped of its wheels while he was giving a speech on saving the planet in Detroit, the real irony of that episode was lost on Allen East: the Reverend Jackson had earned his millions by defending and perpetuating a culture where steeling and stripping vehicles is acceptable and a rite of passage. Reverend Jackson has taught black youth, by example, that they are owed, that they are entitled by American society to take what does not belong to them. When Dr. King was assassinated, the Reverend Jackson was among those crooked race-vultures who were so quick to fill the vacuum of what they called “black leadership,” although in reality, he and they did no such thing. King’s dream of blacks and whites harmoniously sharing the country’s resources, side by side and unconcerned if not unaware of one another’s skin color, is the last thing that Jesse Jackson needs. What Dr. King did was to lead; what the Jesse Jacksons of the world do is to direct—right into perdition.

Somewhere after the advent of the Great Society and the death of Martin Luther King, something changed in the African-American community—for the worse—and it had everything to do with the new “black leadership,” an offensive term that alone should have been cause for concern. The African-American family, and all its stable influences, began to crumble. The liberal government took the burden of black fatherhood upon its own shoulders, and left young black males free to come and go and procreate as they pleased. An African-American illegitimacy rate that had been only a little higher than the 15% national average in the 40s began spiraling out of control towards its current 65%. The NAACP lost what focus it had remaining and became a power-hungry hate group. Victimhood became a thing to aspire to, to profit from, and to disseminate. Government-dependency shed its stigma and education earned it. To attend school regularly, to study, to learn, to improve, became something to be impugned as a white thing; it became punishable behavior—punished by the gangs that flourished after the government took control of the urban black family and Jesse Jackson smirked his way to ascendancy. And within the street culture that rejects education and insists on allegiance from every black teenage male in the neighborhood under penalty of death, the definitions of honor and manhood have metamorphosed into the willingness to cause harm to others, whether by stripping SUVs, murder, or the abandonment of mother and child. And even if a black youngster attends school, the Democrat teachers’ unions have seen to it that what he learns is the same anti-white, anti-free market, anti-American tripe that he would’ve learned from the gangs anyway, although with a save-the-planet twist for good measure. Reading, science, and mathematics sit in the back of the union-fueled bus when multi-culturalist lunatics are behind the wheel. This is what liberalism has wrought; this is what the twins of decimation, Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton, have created; this is what Barak Obama refuses to acknowledge; and this is the system and these are the people that Allen East will defend until his fingertips are bleeding.

But as with all left-wing debaters, Allen East’s arguments fall flat in short order, and he descends into name calling. Conservative black women are Aunt Jemimas, the men are Uncle Toms, and they’re all beholden to the white masters who have them brainwashed. White conservatives are racists and Tea Parties are Nazi rallies. But on the black-conservative social sites, blacks and whites mingle in cyber conversation as if they were happy to share each other’s company—because they are—and nothing terrifies Allen East or Barak Obama more. And the same scenario arises when Colonel Allen West gives a speech to a large crowd. The division—the all-important, power-generating, king-making division—has been taken out of the equation. The conservative African-American Facebook group presents a real-life example of Dr. King’s dream, as do Allen West speeches and Tea Party rallies. Blacks, whites, Hispanics, and all other races have joined forces not only for the cause of individual freedom and restoring American exceptionalism, but for the cause of joining forces. Without that statist-prompted discontent from the black side, and that fear and guilt from the whites, there is no division, and the revenue-enhancing charge of racism becomes worthless. If the whole of America ever becomes like this, the Jesse Jacksons are consigned to obscurity, the Black Panthers have little to do but form a book club, and Barak Obama is knocking on palace doors in the Middle East, seeking that employment of which his real talents are worthy: as a eunuch.

Allen East is uplifted by his rage and his hatred. It means everything to him; it’s the core of his existence. But true honor and manhood are what confront him when he sees the arguments for personal responsibility that come at him from those black traitors he wishes to silence. His debating points make him look foolish—either because he’s too dull to figure all this out, or because he’s been exposed for what he really is: a whining racist malcontent who will never answer the question of what it will take to satisfy him.