What's eating you, Randall?

So now black hurricane victims in New Orleans are resorting to cannibalism.  So he says.  Or so he says "it is reported."  And this is in the Huffington Post and all.

I'm not a gamblin' man, but--if I were, you know--I'd lay a twenty on this turning out to being a fabrication, an urban legend, totally false.  But when it comes to hate-filled moonbattery, the "truth" matters not if you think you have a good chance to score politically.

It is reported that black hurricane victims in New Orleans have begun eating corpses to survive. Four days after the storm, thousands of blacks in New Orleans are dying like dogs. No-one has come to help them.

(UPDATE on 6 September:  sure enough, Mr. Robinson has retracted this claim (reported by Michelle Malkin--hat tip to Rand Simberg for the link).  But he "stand[s] behind" the remainder of his moonbattery "without reservation.")

There are a lot of people dying in New Orleans, of all races, "like dogs" I suppose, in case you didn't know that.  And whether or not rescue workers have managed to arrive in any particular part of town has nothing to do with the race of people to be found there.  In case you didn't know that.  In case you think everything is, you know, contingent on whether you're African American.

Oh--and in case you didn't know, America has come to an end.  No, really.  He means it.

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

I didn't notice my country being missing when I ran out to Wal-Mart earlier this evening, but maybe I just wasn't paying attention.  I can be that way.

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

In case you didn't know, all those trucks, helicopters and people, civilian and military, that are pouring into New Orleans are actually doing nothing.  All those donations coming in by the millions of dollars from folks far and wide amount to nothing, too.  I mean, just in case you didn't know.

And this marks the end of our country and of democracy.

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. For Christians, Jews and Muslims at home and abroad. For rich and poor. For African-American soldiers fighting in Iraq. For African-Americans inside the halls of officialdom.

I guess I ought to make a note in my Day-Timer or something.  This is pretty darn important, it looks like.  I mean, what with the end of America and all.

And this guy really isn't normally this way, all filled with hate and bile and poison leaching from his brain to his fingers to his keyboard and finally contaminating the entire internet.  We know this 'cause he said so:

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.

I mean, hey, he was completely calm, rational, and un-jaundiced before America ended, people.  That's how big this is:  it turned him from a reasonable guy to a hate-filled spewer of venom, just like that.  I guess the end of your country can do that to a guy.

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.

All he can do is write about how he feels.  He actually can't write about what he thinks, or what the facts are, or what can be confirmed with a reasonable degree of certainty.  He said so, right there.  Poor guy--I'm not good enough to be internationally respected and stuff, but I can write about stuff other than just how I feel.  Maybe that's my problem.

See, folks?  This is the lowest moment in American history.  It certainly would be, what with democracy being hollow and America and everything just ending because it was really hard to get to some of the people in New Orleans--in fact, we really, actually might have been able to get to them more quickly than we did, I can't refute that--but because a lot of them were African-American, our whole dang country was destroyed by Katrina, not just the area around New Orleans--and now our doom is secure.  The America for which we strove (which I actually thought didn't quite exist yet) is over.  Kaput.  On its back with legs quivering in the air.  Tag the toe.

In case you didn't  know.

(Hat tip to National Review Online.)

Comments

[owlish]

Yeah, I read that, and thought the guy was completely FOS. How crazy can you get?

[Obi-Wan]

How crazy can you get?

I hope we never have to find out--although certain folks will always push the envelope in that direction.

[Steel]

Beautifully written man. Perf. And quite simply the best post on that article I have seen.

[Obi-Wan]

Thanks, man.