Back in the day I had absolutely no idea what the political views of my favorite entertainers were. I mean Farrah hung on my wall because she was my first crush and she was drop dead beautiful. Eddy Murphy was the funniest comedian alive and Wesley Snipes put out the coolest vampire movie I’d ever seen in my life with Blade. I don’t remember either Eddy or Wesley trying to cram down my throat how they were these black victims of some evil white devil.
It started off slowly. First they march out some indian chick during the Oscars. I don’t remember what the hell she was going on about, apparently Marlon Brando gained a shit ton of weight and started taking himself way too God damned seriously. Then they rolled out another indian, this time it was a guy on horseback overlooking some freeway. He started crying because someone threw trash out of a car window. That guy wasn’t even a fucking indian. I think he was Greek or Italian or some shit. What the hell was that all about? And then they went and broke my heart by turning Janeane Garofalo, who I thought was cute as all hell, into this stark raving, hairy arm pitted, wild eyed leftist with bad hygiene! She’d just shit on everything that was American and good.
After a while it just became something we’d come to expect out of Hollywood, six months before an election they’d put on their little Mao uniforms and march out on stage to tell us how the Democrats were the good guys and the Republicans were the bad guys. After the election they’d change back to their entertainer outfits knowing damn well in a month or two we’d all forget and everything would go back to normal in tinsel town. Until the next election that is.
Then came The Great Black Hope, Barack Hussein Obama. Hell! I wanted to vote for him! He reminded me of the first time I saw Brad Pitt in that movie, Legends of the Fall. He rode in on a horse and tipped his water drenched cowboy hat and I thought, THAT IS A STAR! I’m talking on the level of a Paul Newman or a Robert Redford and that was exactly how I felt about Obama the first time I SAW him while giving the keynote address at the 2004 Democrat National Convention. And then he spoke. He was like water in that he took the shape of whatever you poured him in. He was everything to everybody and most of all he was exactly what America needed to convince the world that we were no longer racists, he was black!
By now the democrats had half the country believing republicans weren’t only wrong, they were these evil billionaires who smoked cigars and had yachts parked in their driveways. Slaves would pour them mint juleps while they sat on the porch on hot summer days. The field slaves would tend to their lawns, where they’d later wrestle buck naked, greco roman style for their masters entertainment. Covered in freshly mowed lawn shavings, the green contrasting ever so beautifully against their glistening black sweaty skin … … … What the hell was I talking about? … I’m sorry, I kind of drifted off there for a second.
This Obama Drone Series came about as a response to two thoughts, the first being how Hollywood had become this pseudo-military air base where actors, actresses, those in the music, comedy, fashion industries would fly out into America with the sole mission to DRONE on and on about whatever messages the democrats in D.C. had programmed them with, touching our eyes, ears, hearts and minds, by any creative means necessary. The second reason was Obama, the winner of The Nobel Peace Prize, being labeled “The DRONE King.” He joked about being the man with a kill list. If he had a problem with you he had a DRONE with your name on it. What killed me the most about this was how no one creatively spoke out against it. Rebel art was dead.