2012 is the official year of “The Ballot or the Bullet...” We lost Negroes need to regard this as a 2:30 AM wake-your-ass-up call!

Either Black and Brown folks, Americans-of-Color rise from the damn-near mentally dead, tune-in turn-on speak-out and stand-up, or the Conservative (racist, sexist and elitist) voices and forces of the likes of Ron Paul, Pat Buchanan, Newt Gingrich or Rush Limbaugh will prevail, and a darkness will fall over the land, America will begin a march backward, towards yesteryear, say 1952, to an era of apartheid, the good ol’ days we all knew, accepted and even embraced.

Organized labor will have been defeated and left disorganized, disheartened and disoriented, while strong women will have no choice but to get back in the kitchen. And the happy Gay folks will be shoved back into the cellars and attics of the Heartland.

Damn, the Aristocratic Mormon, Mitt Romney is the lone moderate voice coming out of the this nations 4th Richt - a fat-cat whose a part of a “religion” even Redneck Southern Baptists consider to be a cult... a religion which has had to be enlightened to the fact that Black folks aren’t the marked descendants of the original killer, Cain.

Yes, if you can believe it... Mitt’s the lesser of all these evil bastards.

If anything, everybody in America who isn’t an angry White man should be doing whatever it takes to get President Obama back into the White House, because if we don’t exercise the power of the ballot, a Ron Paul will unleash an overly militarized local police forces loose upon the little people and we all be dodgin’ bullets.

2011 nationwide firearm sales are at an all time high...

Now here, don’t take my Domesday diatribe as the fire n’ brimstone truth, please don’t. No. Instead, dig the words coming out of Ron’s mouth:

Now keep in mind, the folks who’re leaping on the Ron Paul pick-up truck, they’re well aware of these quotes - however the inflammatory nature of them is dismissed because they agree, they concur, and think these things of Black America to be true.

But let’s not halt there; let us move in closer, in a legit desire to create a “preponderance of proof.”

If, via complacency or ignorance, we 2nd class Americans allow these “real Americans” to return to power, I’ll tell you what - in their effort to “right” America, and “right-it” over night, Blacks, Latinos, Native Americans, Asian Americans and the 30% of White folks who empathize and sympathize with the plight of we, the historically pimped n’ exploited - those liberal “tree huggin’, Nigger Luvin’ Commie/Pinko bastards” on the far-Left - it is “us” who’ll become the “targeted” and we’ll be dragged, kickin’ n’ screamin’ back to the “happy days” these aging Archie Bunkers yearn for.

See, there needs to be an acceptance by my generation that what progress we see today was taken, not given.

There’s no doubt this generation of the Grand Ol’ TEA Party is nothing more then the political embodiment of a White Backlash, the over-the-top over-reaction to an America which is today being broadcast in vivid, glorious Techni-Color - as opposed to stark White & White.

Let me leave you with this one from the GOTP front-runner on the day of the Iowa Primary, the young, cool, contemporary candidate, Rick Santorum, who at a campaign stop in Sioux City, Iowa fingered blacks as being recipients of assistance through Welfare programs, informing a snow-white audience he doesn't want to "make Black people's lives better by giving them somebody else's money.”

Consider me Paul Revere... dipped in chocolate, and I’m here to tell you - it’s the ballot or the bullet in 2012...

Now, if I haven’t taken your minds beyond the trees yet, one finale thought from Ron Paul.

“Forced integration...” Ain’t that a bitch!

That “individual liberty” is what his son was denouncing awhile back - the “right” of individuals, institutions and organizations to discriminate and exclude whom they chose, based on race, gender, religion, politics or economic class.

Father like son, son like father - Rednecks of the same feather flock together.

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.