Mau Mau

Grandpa Hussein Onyango Obama and the Mau Mau.

Actual real Kenyan Mau-Mau. Can we talk?  Here's how it is with me.  When I saw John Wayne being attacked by Japs in say, Sands of Iwo Jima, or by Injuns in say, She Wore a Yellow Ribbon, I rooted for Wayne and the U.S.  When I watched the Brits being attacked by hordes of African savages in say, Zulu, I cheered as the Red Coats mowed them down. Of course, I understand that today's Zulu mofos would prolly be throwing Milk Duds at the screen, but  so what?  I'm telling you this, using contentious language, because Chrissie has a post about President Obama returning a bust of Winston Churchill that graced the Oval Office, and it  pisses me off.  It further emphasizes the rift between Western culture and the third world.  The rift between Americans and the filthy left. “ The bronze by Sir Jacob Epstein, worth hundreds of thousands of pounds if it were ever sold on the open market, enjoyed pride of place in the Oval Office during President Bush's tenure. But when British officials offered to let Mr Obama to hang onto the bust for a further four years, the White House said: "Thanks, but no thanks. ” The British Army kicked Mau-Mau ass during their Kenyan uprising. Among the asses kicked, evidently, was Grampa Hussein Onyango Obama's. Winston was British. 'Nuff said.