You ever have a friend who keeps hurtin’ you? No, I don’t mean physically, I mean emotionally. And just when you’re almost over bein’ their friend or the whole incident, they pop back up and have this way about ‘em that yanks you back into their nasty little grip. You ever have one of those? Well, honey, I do. And we been dancin’ this dance for so long, I can almost feel him inchin’ ’round the corner ‘fore the sun even catch his face!
Well, he close y’all. Damn close.
But I’m gonna fix it all this time, ’cause instead of just keepin’ quiet and takin’ him back, I’m gonna throw this joka for a serious loop.
How?
Just wait. Just wait.
See, he has a “T” that he don’t ever want revealed? Oh, he like to play, play like he could handle it, but chile honey, he wants to be a star, (You know, the leading man type?) and this little secret will make his trip to the top very difficult, or pretty much cancel it.
Oh, I can hear some of ya justa accusin’ me of bein’ the meanest ole thang in the world, but drastic times call for drastic measures. (You’d have to see it to believe the mess this man has caused in my life over the years when I go soft and bring him back into my inner circle to truly understand!!) So, lay off, and just know that if he does show his face, you’ll be privy to some serious drama, ok? Trust. It’ll blow your mind.
All that bein’ said. (And let’s hope it’s a deterrent.) Back to the Fairy Tale.
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THE LAND aka OBAMA LAMELY DUCKS: A FAIRY TALE (CHAPTER 3)
Now thing’s were getting pretty rowdy in the land. The people on both sides of the fence were frustrated and fed up. The Discoers had taken to blasting their tunes, while the HM’s drowned them out with a beat so deep that anything not bolted down was subject to movement. It was a mess! After a while, no one could hear anything but a mash of ear shattering noise. Something had to be done!
Mayor Ollie was so distressed. As the day of the Inaugural Ball crept closer, his hands started to twitch and he seemed to be in a constant state of the dropsy sweats. He couldn’t sleep or barely eat he was so worried. And each and every day, the same thought would run through his head:
‘Why hasn’t he called?!’
Meanwhile, way down deep in his little neighborhood near the ocean, at Disco High, Genie waited back stage in the auditorium and listened to the sounds of the audience filing in. He did not pace. He did not twitch. He was calm. He stood with an air of confident power about him.
Maxy touched his shoulder and gave a nod. They lowered the lights and brought up a spot on a podium. Genie adjusted the collar on his crisp blue shirt and walked onto the stage to an excited crowd. They cheered and whooped and stomped.
Genie quieted them down.
“Thank you.”
This made them cheer more. Calmly, with an even hand, he brought them back down to a quiet settle. Maxy, looking on, was amazed. He’d never seen Genie quite like this before.
The air was electric as Genie spoke:
“We have been spat on, beaten, discriminated against, shunned, exiled, betrayed. Ignored and patronized and persecuted by our government, by our own people. We have begged and pleaded and grovelled for the chance to live and be recognized as citizens with full rights in this land, but we have been denied, and I…
have…had…enough.
We have been patient. And kind. But we have been cowards. Made fearful by the conditioning of a people, of a land that does not care for us. That merely tolerates us and demands that we accept it and stay silent. That has somehow managed to convince us that we are doomed and should walk in this world ashamed, and self-hating.
I have been scared. Afraid. And I know you have too. Who could blame you. Standing up for yourself can sometimes get you killed. But so can standing by and letting your rights be taken away.
We can not allow this.
From this day forward, we must no longer be satisfied with the tiny leftovers of greedy and judgmental bigots who use archaic and inaccurate rhetoric as their weapons.
We must no longer wait for the rights that were promised to us long ago by law. Promised by God.
From this day forward, we must take decisive action!
No stopping. No backing down. We must not be swayed from our purpose or accept half of our rights with a bit here and a snatch there. We must band together and play and sing our House Music…out loud! Until the very vibration of our tired voices beats down the doors of the ignorant and rocks the foundation of those who seek to legislate hate!!
Now is the time and this is the way! I am House Music! And I will play and sing and dance and celebrate it without shame, and without fear!! I will live free!”
The audience couldn’t wait. It was on its feet. They cheered and cheered and stomped and clapped.
Genie let them for a moment, feeling joy from their appreciation. Then he raised his gentle hand once more and the auditorium calmed again.
“I have been asked by Mayor Ollie to be a part of the Inauguration Ball. To represent our voice in the ceremony. I was going to decline, but this made me think better of it…”
Genie held up the bloodied shirt of the high school boy who had died. A gasp went over the crowd.
“I understand that this has become a symbol for many of you…because of his death. But I ask you to instead honor his life. Don’t wave this because of the blood that stains it. Celebrate what he wrote on it. What he created.
JESUS LOVES DISCO…AND HOUSE.
As we take our place at the table and demand to be recognized, let’s not become like our oppressors. Using hate and fear to get what we want. Let us instead include a place for all people in the land to live in peace. As we stand our ground, let us not take from others theirs. Let us only take what is rightfully ours and join the whole of the human race.
Remember: JESUS LOVES DISCO…AND HOUSE.
And so does God.”
There was such quiet after he spoke, that Genie stood there frozen, and a bit concerned. Then came a roar of approval that was so loud, it was heard far and wide. Genie thanked them all and finally walked off the stage and into Maxy’s embrace.
‘That was incredible, Genie!’
But Genie just held on to Maxy. He was shaking now from all of the excitement all around him…
…and from what he saw deep in the shadows of the backstage.
‘You okay?’
Genie couldn’t answer, he was too busy watching Mayor Ollie slip out of the back door into the night.
Mayor Ollie shut the door of his limo. He watched the neighborhood flow by as it passed. He’d gotten many angry calls already. He watched the phone ring and ring, until…
…one particular call came through. He quickly picked it up.
“Good evening, President Shrub.”
Mayor Ollie listened for a long time as his car wove down the lane. He wasn’t sweating anymore. He leaned back easy. And even though it was mostly dark in the backseat, every once in a while the ray of a passing streetlight would catch his face and illuminate the slow turning up of an ever-growing, ominous smile.
STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT THRILLING CHAPTER OF:
Obama Lamely Ducks: A Fairy Tale (Chapter Four)
And Remember…
The Revolution Will Be Caramelized.
Peace, y’all.
