As this nation�s first Black President pontificates from the highest podium in all-the-world, issuing, not idle threats - but rather swear-on-my-momma�s grave type promises to not permit Iraq to light their Nuclear candle, while at the same time he�s tellin� the Chinese to �grow up,� one can only ponder if this president is writing checks Uncle Sam�s ass can�t cover.

To fight this new, bigger war...the military draft will have to be brought back; a pure volunteer army can�t do it. And according to virtually all military minds, since Iraq has an Air Force/Army and Navy, GI Joes will have to �put boots� on the sand - .and in this new age, this means women should be drafted.

Are you ready to sacrifice your �baby-girl� to maintain stability in a destabilized and chaotic Middle East? Are you sending your 18-year-old son over to the Arabian desert?

Sacrificing them for who n� what...?

Here, let�s not make this more complicated then it already is; Ain�t No Iranian called me Nigger! And add to that, ain�t no Chinese man or Russian called me Nigger.

Now, on the other Black-hand side, most Black folks can�t count the Rednecks and good ol� boys who�ve attempted to treat them, in some form, fashion or manner like a Nigger: cops, doctors, tow-truck drivers, bankers, neighbors, lawyers, cab drivers, politicians, janitors, you name it.

We can see a popular political movement across the land today, striving to undo what gains we�ve struggled for.

You riddle me this...why would any Black American be itching to go abroad to defend a country which regards him or her as a Cancer? Every day, Black Americans wonder how their country feels about them, which leaves them to ponder how they feel about their country.

Let me help you stop pondering bro�. Most mainstream Americans neither like you nor respect you as another human being.

How could Black folks be gung-ho about helping Wall Street expand their labor pool/marketplace? Because, after all, is that not honestly what American military might is being used for? Isn�t that the fate of the thousands of American soldiers who�ve lost their lives and limbs in Iraq and Afghanistan? They�ve been pimped, utilized and exploited not only in the name of the fuel of yesteryear - Black Gold, Texas Tea - but of one of the fuels of the future, Lithium.

Let it be known it�s no secret this nation�s investor class, that top-10% tier, which is almost exclusively populated by White folks, has abandoned and betrayed working class Americans, be they from the burbs, the city or the farm, by deliberately exporting �bread winner� jobs to the four corners of the globe where they can pay peasants in peanuts and pocket the ridiculous profits.

America, circa 2011, is Ronald �666� Ray-Gun�s Trickle Down Theory in action.

If these are the stone-cold facts, and they are, it would be ridiculous for Black Americans to be willing, wanting to go out and wage war in a misguided effort to defend liberty and democracy. That�s not what they�d be doing, and that�s not the ideology they�d be representing/killing on behalf of. I don�t know about you, but I just don�t see the sense nor the legitimacy in Black folks dying to defend a nation that still regards Black folks, on a whole/as a whole - as �the problem,� the enemy.

I understand our historical yearning to want to prove our manhood and loyalty by defending a nation that went from treating us like half-humans to 4th class citizens - but it�s a new day - one where these so-called �real� Americans, have solidified their image and reputation as an overwhelmingly racist, sexist and elitist slice of the American Pie. The current �White backlash� leaves no question about how most, not all, but most White folks feel about Black folks.

They hate us.

Be you an Ivy League enlightened Constitutional Law professor or a Iraq War veteran, a cop, a doctor, teacher, whatever, if you don�t think like Herman Cain... you�re not one of the few good ones.

The TEA Party saying is, behind closed doors in gated-communities... �the only good nigger is a dead nigger.� Cain�s mind, heart and spirit are dead, he�s sold-out to the forces of evil...for favor, personal profit, for dead presidents. He�s an �useful idiot� for those who want to put Black folks back in our 1947 place.

I voted-for and donated money to the Obama campaign in �08, and I�ll do the same in �12. Nevertheless, I don�t support an Obama effort to police the world, and to do it with this nation�s �undesirables� - Black and Brown young folks, regarded as expendable.

My son is 23, married, 1 beautiful munchkin. There�s no way, this side of Hell, I�m going to sit back and allow him to be placed in harm�s way...and have me do nothing about it. I�ll do whatever it takes to get him out of this country, and I say that with pride and purpose because I realize his death would not change a goddamn thing.

My Great grandfather was a Black Doughboy, sent to France in WWI, my grandfather built war-ships for the Navy in San Fran� during WWII, and my father was a Army MP, stationed in Alabama in 1960 - he fought Rednecks. They all came back home to a country which regarded them as...Niggers.

My generation was spared having to defend a country which seems to despise us - but my son and his generational peers seem destined to have to defend a nation which is addicted to power and control on a global scale. Yet, like my forefathers, my son will come home, if lucky, to a nation which still regards him as a Nigger - a nation where the political representatives are articulating the desires of those on the �Right� to return to a simpler day in America whene society was racially segregated and opportunity was unequally distributed.

No, let the TEA Baggers send their kids, let all the angry White guys who�ve fueled the national spike in gun n� ammo sales (The Niggers are coming, the Niggers are coming!) to go and defend �their country.�

I mean after all, isn�t that what we hear all the time? The real Americans want to take back their country. Well cool, then go risk you n� yours to save �your country,� and expand �your empire.�

BlackCommentator.com Columnist, Desi Cortez, was hatched in the heart of Dixie, circa 1961, at the dawning of the age of Aquarius, the by-product of four dynamic individuals, Raised in South-Central LA, the 213, at age 14 transplanted to the base of the Rockies, Denver. Still a Mile-Hi. Sat at the feet of scholars for many, many moons, emerging with a desire and direction� if not a sheep-skin. Meandered thru life; gone a-lot places, done a-lot of things, raised a man-cub into a good, strong man, produced a beautiful baby-girl with my lover/woman/soul-mate� aired my mind on the airwaves and wrote some stuff along the way. Click here to contact Desi.