H2Omeloncholy: Booker tea Washington

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Booker To Washington: Evolve already.

Privilege. How oft have we witnessed conscientious objection...to Priv?

Other-ed Ethnic Senatorial candidate, Cory A. Booker seems to hold up Priv - like the post-prism it be - and angle it just so to then pluck the discordant color spectrum. We have had a saxophonist Commander-in-Chief. Why not an upright bass player?

Privilege. Newark's Mayor Booker is no stranger to Priv's deconstruction. The Ivy League Rhodes Scholar has exercised a hunger strike whilst living in a tent, taken the SNAP challenge, and chose to live - short of a decade - in a beset public housing project. An ostensibly cozy, suburban rearing was understood - astutely - as inadequate exposure to the daily realities of his constituents. Talk? Walked.

Now, 'swish'? ~~Ditched~~ Dished:

“And people who think I’m gay, some part of me thinks it’s wonderful. Because I want to challenge people on their homophobia. I love seeing on Twitter when someone says I’m gay, and I say, ‘So what does it matter if I am? So be it. I hope you are not voting for me because you are making the presumption that I’m straight.”

Cory Booker in The Washington Post

Caveat, if ye will? Might the LGBTQ movement - in meteoric catapult - find itself deemed POST ere it establishes a Present? Is premature closure dangerous to comprehensive advance or a predictable trajectory as the volatile nature of progress? Is Mr. Booker's refusal to reply indicative of one individual's evolved consciousness or a communal, dreaded POSTopic moment? It cannot be both. If so, one would have to cease n' desist with this blog. POST has no point - except as an 'X' on the map back to Common Sense. Mr. Booker rejects the perks of hetero Priv and instead, takes a commendable risk - with weeks to spare along the campaign trail. Treks - star bound or gubernatorial 'Appalachian', are best navigated with mindfulness. The timing - here - makes this fork in our road constructive as none Other than unadulterated H2Omeloncholy™.

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference."

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost

Star Trek's Klingon, 'Worf' - portrayed by Michael Dorn

Plebeians shall admonish whilst Trekkies to H2Ohipsters admire this inversion of a quagmire. Mr. Booker could be stuck on the 'soft' bank of a provincial marsh. Instead, one removes the ironic, phallic letter, "ELLE" from b-l-o-g and finds oneself upon this bog - too much of a swamp to grow melon. Unsteady, one leans towards Mr. Booker's identification of an opp to critically observe the queery in a cultural reflective pool. One's abiding reverence for legitimate Acts of Resistance is inscribed with a scientific skepticism of political agenda. Could this be reverse/post-psych calculation on the part of a bureaucratic Svengali? An answer in the affirmative need not detract from the appeal of any demonstration of conviction.

Declining to assert hetero Priv comes with too many ills - still - even in POSTville. In this instance, Mr. Booker is not a leader because New Jersey voters decided thus. True leadership - less electable than innate - rises to da test yet cannot be popped by a quiz. Enlightened figures ascend; post-figures transcend. Ascension, then. Although, which - betwixt ascension and evasion - is applicable to the immediate blog post? Alas, homez, H2Omeloncholy™ - our perennial post-ism? Sleep deprived. Just how should peops roll when (w)holistic elevation is our impetus?

Accepting the consequences of silence is a rare display by a public servant who requires civic engagement - as expressed thru citizen approval - for his very employment. Holding his tongue may denote yet anotha level of discipline as one of politics' most assiduous FaceBookers (Pray thy pardon). The pin upon Cory Booker's lapel trumps the requisite patriotism. Decked 'out' in dissOrientalism, he releases his tax returns but not his sexual Orientalization. One finds this stance impressively forward as Mr. Booker marks the question less 'post' than passé. How many invitations to evolution do you, gentlesoulfolk, anticipate crossing your socio calendar this season?

Yo...Répondez, S'il Vous Plaît...

Today's toast, my good peops? To 'Senator' Booker: H2Omelon seed tea. Like a leather-clad, Olympic podium black fist, go on n' raise that pinky - post-manicure - up high.

** Admittedly, one's reoccurring reference to this post's subject as indeed possessing "hetero Priv" - which he will not indulge/evoke - presumes a particular 'status'. Although one failed to escape inference, one follows the lead of said subject by refraining from speculation. **

a clever as compassionate critique

on the implausibility of

POSTness

Til our next 'post', feast upon produce in season...

CV

Monday, September 9, 2013

Booker tea Washington

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