Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Hey Hitler, How Does Ohio's Ass Taste?
And like every feel good story involving a black person in America prior to the Civil Rights Act (and sometimes after it), this one ends in stupidity, heartbreak and depression. When Jesse came back to the U.S., all the great high-paying offers he got from American entities while in Berlin apparently didn't actually exist, those people just wanted some feel-good PR on the backs of his dominance in the Olympics. Jesse couldn't even get a fuckin' hotel room in New York City shortly after returning. Someone finally let him stay, provided he and his wife entered and exited exclusively through the servants door. What kind of shit is that? At one point he ran a goddamned dry cleaning business. Get the fuck out of my face! Jesse Owens steam cleaning someone's dirty trousers. I always assumed he came home and spent the rest of his life being fanned with palm leaves and fed grapes by half-naked women. He deserved to be. But instead he was so hard up for cash that he eventually started racing against horses. Yes equines. For shame. "...with Liberty and Justice for All" my white ass. You are good enough to represent your country on a world stage. We'll get in everyone's face when you beat the shit out of them on the field of competition. But don't even think of getting a hotel room in this country, or a lucrative job. And since you won't just go off and die somewhere, you wanna race some fuckin' horses?
I always love when a racist trying to pretend not to be a racist says, "What are they complaining about, they've had their freedom for nearly 150 years". Well, yes, "they" have. But it took another 100 years until they got any RIGHTS. Poor Jesse Fuckin' Owens makes everyone proud to be an American, skull-fucks Hitler for the enjoyment of the entire world, and can't even get a hotel room in NYC....in 1936, which is 71 years after the Civil War. Fuckin' guy did more to fight Hitler than France and Denmark combined.
So here's to Jesse Owens. If I were in charge, you'd have gotten the Jack Nicklaus treatment until the day you died.