Uncle Buck On Current Events

In extreme stress and emotional distress, I had to talk to someone who has endured the madness that is the economic, social, moral and education lacking state of depression we all currently live in.  I needed some insight, some understanding so I took a train to Delaware to visit Uncle Buck. 

I know that most of you when first introduced to Uncle Buck found him to be abrasive, hard, intolerant and maybe a little to ‘liberal’ with his use of ‘ethnic nicknames and slurs’ that make up a great deal of his vocabulary.  Uncle Buck is a Veteran of the U.S. Marine Corps, Montford Point Marines. 

He has endured things most humans would still be in therapy over and seen the worst of man’s inhumanity to man.  But he is rabidly American in every way.

Cousin Jake (Uncle Buck’s oldest Son) sent Uncle Buck a real nice quantity of quality pipe tobacco cured and smoked on Uncle Buck’s farm in South Carolina.  

I sat with Uncle Buck after Millie (cousin, one of Uncle Buck’s daughters) cooked a an old style southern meal that made a man just want to sit down and gaze at the sky.  And that’s what we started out doing when Uncle Buck asked me “what’s on your mind boy?”

“I’m going back to College, trying to learn another trade, having to start a business from scratch because I can’t get a job, nobody wants to hire me for anything Uncle Buck.”  “No shit, your old, a nigro, and you know too much, even worse, you want real money if you actually get a real job, don’t’cha?”  “Of course I do Uncle Buck, I have to pay bills and taxes just like everybody else.”

 

“You will always have the burden but cracker will never give you a job because he can get a punk butt boy or a foreigner, a dothead or a sand nigger from Pakistan on one of then B1 Visas to work for damn near slave wages.  Why pay you real money when all the crooked assed businessmen wants to do is make money without paying the cost RJ?  Boy, find something you love to do and arrange your life accordingly, things will get much worse before they get any better.”

“Talking about immigrants Uncle Buck, what do you think about Obama’s decision to let the children of illegal immigrants stay in the country without threat of deportation?  Also letting those who have expired green cards who served in the military, they are also given the right to stay without being deported.  What is your opinion on that Uncle Buck?”

Uncle Buck sat in his tattered grey overalls and worn out old fedora looking over the horizon.  Uncle Buck gave me a cold stare then took a long draw from his favorite old pipe, letting the smoke cascade from his nostrils like a factory chimney.  Then he sipped his snifter full of Jack and gave me his answer.

Uncle Buck said “Boy, this immigration problem has been fucked with since before Jimmy Carter tried to fix it in the late 70’s by granting what crackers call ‘amnesty’.  America has been luring illegal immigrants here since 1848 with Chinese labor to help build the railroads because poor ass Irish and niggers wanted real money.  Same thing now, Carter failed, Reagan passed the Immigration Reform and Control Act of 1986, that failed, then Bush backed the “Sensenbrenner Bill” back in 2005, it failed.

All this bullshit over Obama letting the so called illegal’s, already ‘de-facto Americans’ stay here is purely political.  Obama is one of Machiavelli’s finest students, right up there with tricky Dick Nixon.  This isn’t about oppressed peoples struggling to become Americans, this is about poor assed desperate people recruited as slave labor to work ‘Plantation America’ The 'illegal's you need to worry about is those with money and education who take the good jobs.” 

“What do you think about Jerry Sandusky and the Penn State Sex scandal Uncle Buck?”  “I’m sure they’ll find him guilty, if for no other reason than pure embarrassment.  You see boy, power makes people think they can do anything.  ‘Joe Pa’ and his coaches built that program which is a cash cow in Pennsylvania.  When people make you a demi-god, the demi-god treats them like his property.

The question should never be ‘do ya think an old white man abused and assfucked a bunch of little boys but how many old white men are assfucking little boy’s right now? 

You see, perversion doesn’t happen in back alleys and cat houses but in board rooms and office buildings.  People who get tired of buying and selling property will soon only be able to get off on buying and selling people.  That’s how this country started, a grab for power born of profit opportunities.  See how history comes round again boy?”  “I see your point Uncle Buck.”

“But Uncle Buck, people seem to use hate as the reason to keep and maintain power.  Always the warning to beware one group of people or another to divide people so to more easily conquer them or effect a political solution, what bothers me is when hate tries to legitimize itself by crossing economic, ethnic or religious barriers, as it seems, to hate in the name of Jesus.”

I took a sip of my Jack after a good smoke of a bowl of Uncle Buck’s special reserve and looked at Uncle Buck as he spit into his spittoon which rang like the fight bell at Caesar’s Palace.  “What’s your point boy, get to it RJ!” 

“Former KKK Grand Dragon David Duke endorsed Charles Barron (a former Black Panther) for Congress in Brooklyn's 8th Congressional District because he hates Jews and spurts this anti-semetic, anti-zionist nonsense and supports the Klan’s hate of Judaism and Israel.  How do you see this Uncle Buck”

“First thang, get this straight RJ, aint no such thing as a former member of the KKK, you are or your not a member, and those who say they aren’t after attending a cross burning or two are either dead or have been elected to Congress, which makes them liars anyway.” 

The statement by Duke is a play for any kind of legitimacy or acceptance they can get through the press as an ‘upright social organization’.  Make no mistake boy, given the opportunity the Klan will go on nigger lynching expeditions in half a heartbeat and kill Jews just as well…once a hater always a hater.”

We finished up our whiskey and I headed back to New York.  My lament is that when times get bad the nature of people changes regardless of religion or community.  

I hope Uncle Buck lives to see things get better.

I hope I live to see things get better.

RJ