A Few Words for Jesse "Messy" Jackson

As one of the lead practitioners of the hustle shuffle, Reverend Jesse Louis Jackson always had a passion for the art of the steal. He hid in plain sight a relationship outside of marriage and the arrival of his love child. His penchant for pushing the mystical notions cost him the nomination to be president––twice.

That precipitated because the American people want a black leader who isn’t all about Jesus or Mohammad. They wanted someone in the middle who could placate to multiple bases like President Barack Hussein Obama. If Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. had run for office, maybe he would’ve won, probably not. And the same goes for the Honorable Louis Farrakhan if he had cast his hat for the race.

No, America is mystified but not to the point of selecting someone who will lead the nation into secular issues that demand secular solutions. But Messy Jesse didn’t care. He ran and lost both in 1984 and 1988 because he couldn’t reconcile this glaring truth. Who had the complexion for protection at the moment? Mr. Obama.

The same man who wanted to cut off Obama’s nuts also can be seen in archival footage boo-hooing over the idea of a first officially mixed with black and white president. This resulted from his sheisty behavior and for his blatant disregard for anyone who challenged his authority as a man with the goodies.

All he had to do was talk straight and tell people to keep their head up and remind themselves that they’re somebody. Instead, he targeted Jewish Americans and designated New York City as “Hymietown.” Highly offensive, and thoroughly toxic, this particular lob at Jews may have also hampered his dreams to be the leader of the free world.

Although he stepped outside of the line, he still advocated for the Rainbow/PUSH coalition. His trickster, huckster persona ingratiated in those without the good sense to see he was a ringleader to the sideshow. By showing himself to be a charlatan and a vicious participant in too many occasions of hypocrisy, he showed himself to be one of America’s foremost peddlers of immorality. He pimped out the fact he walked the Earth as a “man of God” so much that it began to resonate with people who found faith restored.

In his eighty-four years on this planet, he delivered on no promises and continued to bring his brand of random insults and tired bromides to the masses. Instead of living a life of honesty and uprightness he chose to have affairs and threatened to bring down the Democratic Party with his actions.

An outspoken hater of rap and hip hop, he ironically, embodied the notion of fatherlessness in the life of his love child. This is a running trope that is most associated with the genre he attacked and found to be abhorrent.

Messy Jesse had an old baby by the time the media ran that he had had an outside nefarious relationship. It is something that must be remembered for the fact he displayed too many contradictions in his way of going about life.

It is apparent that he had to be brought down low from his perch, as the holy scriptures indicate. When the record is called, he will be named as the beneficiary of the free market system while deriding it at the same time.

His ultimate hustler mentality brought him closer to Jesus and lined his pockets, dually. Rather than admitting that God wanted him to be rich like other televangelists and messengers of untruth, he wanted to hold onto to the post on which his savior perished while still claiming the dollar bills that kept rolling into his enterprises.

With his constant yammering and undo praise to the unknown and unknowable, he found himself to be in a jam. And he didn’t care. Rarely if ever did he acknowledge his stark, shocking actions in the political sphere. An activist, he brought to bear the idea that you can be a scandalous zero without even trying.

By abusing the system of capitalism, he brought out the nastiness of reaping funds founded in the mystical realm. He took it upon himself to bring the idea of shucking and jiving on the world stage into prominence. Because he was so charged with faith, he didn’t see the signs pointing to his total collapse.

Once he had arrived at the notion that he could get money from shopping around the PUSH/Rainbow enterprise to degrade businesses and he flashed that smirk of his and watched as his pockets lined with dollars. Touted as a way for blacks to become self-aware, the organization may have been “nonprofit” but he raked in the cash, nonetheless.

His memory will be fraught with contradictions and meandering considerations and outright lies. While he might have been a leader in his class, he faltered as a pursuer of justice and getting what you deserve. This is the hallmark of capitalism. It permits the lowest guttersnipe to rise above his station honestly and create a better world for himself and his values. Messy could never fully understand this conception.

For him to be thought of as some great man is a slap in the face to the nation’s excellent businessmen and women. The truth is that there is a force that exists that Jackson couldn’t quite comprehend. That was the fact that individual rights are above all other rights which are included in property rights. Never could he have presented this in his life. He could have, maybe, but he just refused to recognize the basis for making his case in the scheme of things.

As he is committed to the rock of ages, it should be known that he attempted and failed to be a beacon of light amidst a wasteland. He tried to be a man of rectitude but stumbled in almost every act.

His inability to build bridges let alone work on roads caused him to falter and become a complete mess.