The Implosion of George Allen

For those of you living under a rock, Virginia Senator George Allen made quite the social gaffe back in August, referring to a dark skinned attendee of a whatever as a, "Macaca." He also graciously welcomed him to America. Funny...the dark skinned man was already a citizen, having been born here.

Much lulz has ensued. Much ass coverage has been attempted, resulting in further lulz as the Allen campaign keeps digging itself in deeper. I do not know what sort of shovel he is using, but I should certainly like to borrow it the next time snow falls on Raleigh.

It appears that the main defense employed by the Allen campaign is the platform of, "ignorance." Apparently, stupidity is absolution for making any sort of remotely racist remark. Allen's handlers insist that it was a slip, a mistake and that he had no idea what "macaca" means. This...from a man (Allen) who had a noose in his office of his law practice years ago ("it was a gift to fit with the western decor.")

Aside from jumping on the Allen-slamming bandwagon, where am I going with this?

Years ago, I dated a charming, young lad in Pittsburgh (*gags*). I should have known to expect trouble when the mother 's (of said lad) first comment about me (after meeting me for the first time) was, "She's Jewish, isn't she?" Alas, I was young and stupid and did not see such a remark as a sign to run like hell.

One lovely evening, the charming lad and I were hanging out in the living room of his parents' house when he called me (apparently in jest) a, "kike." Yikes! Naturally, I tore into him in a most self-righteously smug fashion, chastising him for using such a dreadfully racist term. His mother, always one to defend (Oedipus, anyone) her precious offspring, flies into the living room on broomstick and says, "My son doesn't know what that word really means. I did not raise him to know those words." My retort was along the lines of, "Ok...so you raised an ignorant man who passes as a bigot? Or you raised him ill suited to be among people of different cultures and/or faiths?" The mother and I never really got along well.

A few years into our relationship, the charming lad and I bought a vehicle together. The broom riding, bitch of a mother, turns to us and says, "Did you Jew them down in price?" My only reaction to that display of diplomacy was a grin reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. It took a few years, but I finally wheedled the truth out of that ghastly creature. She doesn't care for t3h Joos.

No. She didn't raise a bigot. She didn't teach her son words like kike. She was a good Lutheran lady who loves everyone.

Even scarier...she molds the minds of the youth of Pittsburgh as a sixth grade teacher. I wonder what argot she teaches them.

The moral of the story (aside from my sheer contempt for that horrible woman) is that you need to take responsibility for your words and your actions. If you phuck up, if you slip and say something absolutely abominable in public...do not employ ignorance as your defense. Admit that you may be a skosh bigoted, learn from your phucking mistakes and wash the hate and sense of superiority from your mind and soul.

Oh...and feed your sons pork chops and have them tell the world about it when your Jewish heritage has been uncovered (Sen Allen).

Article from the Washginton Post is here...for you under rock dwellers.