WTF Haiti
Friday, August 20th, 2010Maybe Haiti really is cursed. I mean, with a history of poverty, political unrest, and then the devastating Earthquake, one might get it in their head that there was some malicious overseer pointing the finger at the aggrieved Caribbean nation. But forget Pat Robertson and all his racist nonsense about devil worship.
(Although just to play along for a moment, if one cosmic entity answered the call and led a people to a bloody and near-impossible victory over centuries of slavery and colonialism, while the other condemns them to poverty, corruption, war, and earthquakes, I’d personally be throwing in my lot with Lucifer.)
But back to reality. If the earthquake, on top of all of Haiti’s other numerous problems wasn’t enough, it was followed by the flood of transracial adoptions with white Americans rushing in with their savior complexes to practically kidnap children, and wrench them not only from their homes, but inevitably their cultures and identities, too.
Then hey, while we’re in the midst of saying “fuck you” to an entire country, let’s have Wyclef Jean – a goddamn musician who probably knows about as much about Haitian politics as a mushroom – run for President.
And isn’t this the same guy who was conducting “free benefit concerts”, only to use his charity foundation’s money to pay himself for doing them? This is the guy who would attempt to run for president in a country with a history of political corruption? Oh, but wait, WAIT – just to make things interesting, let’s put him up against another musician who goes by the Moniker “Sweet Mickey”.
Seriously, what the fuck is going on?
But thankfully, Wyclef’s dumb ass was denied eligibility to run in the 2010 Presidential Elections, for lack of residency. Nevermind that he doesn’t speak either of the country’s two official languages, doesn’t know their politics from a horse’s ass, and was stupid and self-important enough in all of his American celebrity to think that he could be the leader of a country besieged by the entire spectrum of domestic issues.
All I’ve got to say to that is…phew, good lookin’ out, Lucifer.