Sunday, March 28, 2010

Could You Imagine If He'd Mentioned Watermelon?
From the silly to the ridiculous

Helmet tip to The Mom (who is The Man as far as I'm concerned.)

If this guy would have said "coconuts" instead, should I have been insulted due to my Guamanian heritage? Would my Irish ancestry been demeaned if he said "potatoes"? I think not.

Am I the only one who finds this manufactured outrage to be beyond stupid? Here's the article in it's entirety from the Tulsa World;
Black Caucus lawmakers want Brogdon scolded for 'chicken' remark
OKLAHOMA CITY — Members of the Oklahoma Legislative Black Caucus want Sen. Randy Brogdon, R-Owasso, admonished for a statement he made on the Senate floor Tuesday.

During debate on his measure to let voters decide whether the state should opt out of the newly approved federal health-care system, Brogdon asked how far the federal government would go in making requirements of citizens.

"Are we going to have to purchase fried chicken tomorrow for dinner?" he asked.

When questioned about his choice of words, Brogdon said that he had fried chicken for lunch and that it was on his mind.

"Members of the Oklahoma Legislative Black Caucus were both shocked and disappointed at Sen. Brogdon's comments on the Senate floor that asked whether President Barack Obama would consider forcing Oklahomans to eat fried chicken," said a statement issued Wednesday by Rep. Jabar Shumate of Tulsa, the caucus' chairman, on behalf of its members Sen. Judy Eason McIntyre of Tulsa and Reps. Mike Shelton and Anastasia Pittman, both of Oklahoma City. All four are Democrats.

Fried chicken has been part of a cultural stereotype of black Americans.

"We see from the removing of President Obama's portrait in the House chamber to Sen. Brogdon's comments in the Senate chamber a pattern of disrespectful and inflammatory actions and statements," the statement continued.

The group called on Senate Pro Tem Glenn Coffee to admonish Brogdon

Coffee, R-Oklahoma City, responded, "I believe Sen. Brogdon used a poor choice of words and it was not racially intended." He added that he would not admonish the senator.

Brogdon disagreed with Coffee that he used a poor choice of words. He said his reference to fried chicken had nothing to do with Obama.

He called the complaint "beyond sophomoric."
I would comment, but I gotta go to Kentucky Fried Chicken and pick-up dinner.

But first... proof positive that fried chicken is the magical ingredient to racial harmony.


Blogger aka the Mom said...

Can we show that commercial on Oklahoma? Please?

And I'll take being "the Man", but I think it may be a demotion. :0)

12:22 PM  
Blogger Bill Hoog said...

The commercial doesn't count since it takes place in Australia!


3:15 PM  
Blogger Martin Schap said...

Remember when David Howard said "niggardly" and had to resign? This almost takes me back to 1999.

4:35 AM  
Blogger The Rockin' Traddy said...

The way to soothe the savage beast!

I always hand out fried chicken to both would-be assailants and protestants. It's worked so far for me!

8:23 AM  
Blogger Lola said...

I hate nearly all commercials.

What is up with a Great American, dare I say Southern food being such a source of issue? My grannie ate it nearly every day as a school girl.
Fried chicken was THE treat in our house. Although I would never chose it for lunch since I usually have to change clothes and fix my makeup after eating it!

I think this whole 'chicken' dinner thing harkens back to "A chicken in every Pot" from Roosevelts day. (I grew up hearing about what a wonderful man FDR was and how he looked out for the "working man".)

BTW please more info on Guam! My oldest loves all thing South Pacific.
While were on the subject of dishes: What was your favorite dish your mother cooked up?

12:15 PM  
Blogger Joe of St. Thérèse said...

I think it's funny, and I'm black,..gotta love stupid media though...I'm gonna make some fried chicken now..

1:09 PM  
Blogger JLS said...

My late grandmother won the grand prize for the best poultry in all categories in North Texas about a century ago. She was not black.

Quarter century ago, when in DC I ate Thanksgiving dinner at the home of black people. It was the same fare as what I grew up on at Thanksgiving and Christmas extended family dinners ... and no one in my family is black.

I did on occasion chow down on Popeye's chicken while living in DC, and I have no idea how they did it, but regardless of whether that was a chain chicken place or not ... they cooked it beyond belief.

One day I wandered through a Navy chow hall, which had a big white guy serving the white chicken meat, and next to him was a big black guy serving the dark chicken pieces. They both had barely perceptible smiles on their faces when in turn asking me if I wanted light or dark meat.

Now the bad news: Some years ago I rented a room to an old white guy originally from just outside of Charlotte NC. He showed me his high school year books from the era just before WWII (he served USAAF/ USAF in the Korean War): The front inside leaf had a full page drawing of a black man with a chicken under his arm and running with his hair in the wind so's even the blood hounds wouldn't catch him.

Every once in a while I reminesce on my days in Basic training at San Diego and Camp Pendleton and picture those black guys, including the tallest of them whom I got in an almost fight with, and how most of them were not reservists like I was, and many of them went over to VN and died to protect their families and even their fellow Marines who were white, Mexican, Indian and whatever.

The black guys I remember most were five guys in Boot Camp who grouped up during a 20 minute smoking lamp is lit moment and acapella sang one of the hit songs of the day. They sang it in parts about as well as it coulda been done.

Then there was the black dude on the lower rack in Bootcamp. He was the biggest guy in our company and the guide-on. Sometimes the smallest guy, from a reservation in AZ, would be the guide-on. So, on the day of graduation, when the drill instructors were in the duty hut and we were all on the grinder, these two guys finally decided to call each other's bluff. This call went on and on, and neither of them was able to get in a lick on the other. At some point the whole "fight" broke down into everybody laughing, and these two guys realizing that they simply did not hate each other.

Then decades later while at a big ol' barbecue up at a monastery in DC with a lot of folks both black and white, it was time to go for a burger. So, I wandered over to the grill where an old black man was grillin' the beef. I admit that I thought it to be strange, but after watching his technique for a while, realized that he could do up those hamburgers as well as white guys on Amarillo cattle ranches. I'm just revealing my then hidden cultural programming ... ain't that part of how we learn?

6:14 PM  
Blogger Vir Speluncae Catholicus said...

Sorry it took me so long to respond! To answer your querstion, I'd have to go with Chicken Qelaguin swimming in finnadenie!

A close second is guamanian-style fried rice with fried eggs in the top. Hmmmmmmm.......

9:52 AM  
Blogger Lola said...

Yum! I bet its all low calorie too right?

3:52 PM  

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