Herman, Herman, Herman…

Herman!  Who on earth did you think you were going to fool?!  Just because you played the White Man’s game – and earned yourself some White-styled dollars – didn’t mean that you were going to play it all-the-way into the White House!  Herman!!  You ain’t no Slick Willie – who had 13 great years with Jennifer Flowers – and still ended up in the White House (and let’s face it – Jennifer is a hellovalot better looking than your regular squeeze)!  You certainly aren’t a JFK who allegedly schtumpfed (repeatedly) – the hottest woman of his Time.  Hell!  You gotta be an American-born White Man to get away with “fucking with abandon”; that, or a porn mainstay.  Not even Arnold got away with schtumpfing the cleaning lady: and he had 16 Gropees pointing their fingers at him long before that!  I’m not even sure if rock musicians can get away with it anymore: if Justin Bieber is getting fingered – what is going to prevent a-son-of-slaves from being taken down?

And that is the Black Man’s confusion in the White Man’s domain.  White oil magnates can have multiple affairs and murder their wives and get off scott free – but a Black Man will surely be lynched for such indiscretions.

For many years White slave owners not only raped their Black Female slaves, but also engaged in breeding experiments and the severing of Black Families.  The breeding experiments were attempts to create bigger, stronger slaves (which have been realized today in football and basketball, in particular), and the severing of families kept Black Families from becoming strong, self-sustaining units — while simultaneously kept them constantly disarrayed to better serve the slave owners’ interests.

Whether we’re talking about You, Herman – or Tiger, or Kobe – we’re talking about successful Black Men trying to play an old, White-Man’s game.  Sure, sure – back in Africa, You enjoyed multiple wives – who would tend the garden and bring You Your beer.  You might occasionally hunt, or, if you had a-couple-of-enterprising young wives – these ladies might even do your hunting for you.  You had it all.  You were little kings.  But you also didn’t have to contend with Judeo-Christian values…and…and…lawyers!

Like I said many times before – I don’t know why people get married anymore?  As a species – we are serial monogamists.  With all-of-the-media influences surrounding us – how does anyone sustain interest in one sex partner for more than…for more than…well, for more than a-couple-of-years?

You obviously have an old school wife, Herman – but she may be savvy to the likes of Tiger’s ex, and soon-to-be, Kobe’s ex – and she may take half of what you have made.  I think she should – just to shake your reality tree and get you to realize that it’s getting harder-and-harder to bullshit your way out of a lie.

You might ease your financial pain (if Your wife decides to take You for half – which they invariably get when you have money [and, even if you don’t]) – by saying: “At least I didn’t give up as much as McCartney had to too wife #2!”  But wife #2 did stay mum to Paul’s heroin usage, and, did give him yet another progeny.  And besides, Sir Paul has a lot more money than You were allowed to make in the White Man’s world.

Yep.  If you wanted to make it all-the-way-to-the-White House, Herman – your tough nuts probably needed to stay in your trousers and/or, you needed a wife like Lady Macbeth, er, Hitlery, er, Hilary…