Well, the power’s been out for like 30 minutes and as we all know that means the city of New Orleans is on the verge of cannibalism and wanton rape.  I know I speak for Randall Robinson when I say that my hands are shaking as I write this.

People are eating other, even little babies, on the field of the Superdome.

It is reported that black hurricane victims Super Bowl attendees in New Orleans have begun eating corpses to survive. 15 minutes after the the big screen tv went out, thousands of blacks in New Orleans the Superdome are dying like dogs. No-one has come to help them.

I am a sixty-four year old African-American.

New Orleans marks the end of the America I strove for.

I am hopeless. I am sad. I am angry against my country for doing nothing when it mattered.

This is what we have come to. This defining watershed moment in America’s racial history. For all the world to witness. For those who’ve been caused to listen for a lifetime to America’s ceaseless hollow bleats about democracy…….
…..My hand shakes with anger as I write. I, the formerly un-jaundiced human rights advocate, have finally come to see my country for what it really is. A monstrous fraud.

But what can I do but write about how I feel. How millions, black like me, must feel at this, the lowest moment in my country’s story.

Me too.  I’ve never seen anything like this.  Ray Lewis just took a bite out a baby and spiked it’s remains in the end zone.  It’s madness I say.  Madness.

Fresh out of baby.

BABYEATING UPDATE:  Aaaaaaand.  The power’s back on.  Boy, are a lot of people embarrassed.  Other than the part about cannibalism, the entire rest of this post is completely accurate*.

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