Living Outside The Tiny Black Box.

Lloyd Marcus

Last year, Mary and I flew up from Florida to Maryland to attend my grandmother's one hundredth birthday party. During the party, a cousin's twenty-something year old son cornered me. He coveted my advice to market a new car deodorizer he invented.

Folks, I can not tell you how excited I was for him and how eager I was to mentor the young black enthusiastic entrepreneur. I thought, "Praise God, he got it!" No where in our conversation did I detect the slightest symptom of ghetto "why-try-because-whitey-is-going-to-stop-you" rhetoric in this bright black kid.

Miraculously, this black kid was not infected with the eternal-victim mindset spread by casual contact via the NAACP, Congressional Black Caucus and Democratic Party. This black kid's attitude said he realized he was blessed to be born in America, the greatest land of opportunity on the planet. Hopeful and excited, he was going for his dreams. I say, "Hallelujah!"

Meanwhile at the celebration, were relatives who are aware of my involvement in the Tea Party. They gave me a stone-faced polite nod. They consider me an embarrassment to the highly respected Marcus family and name in the black community.

Ironically, these particular relatives are the upper-crust of our family; teachers, doctors and ministers. And yet, they think me an Uncle Tom for loving my country and not carrying a NAACP membership card. They think it unfathomable that I, a black person, campaigned against the first black president. I pray for them. They are slaves who are not liberated from the Democrats' tiny black box plantation.

Also in attendance were remnants of the welfare-wing of our family. A shocking majority of them died young; drugs, prison and AIDS. Government was their daddy; fatherless government project homes void of encouragement, hopes and dreams. Sad. Very, very sad.

Several of the twenty-something kids in our family are doing well. However, they still believe there is something seriously wrong with a black person who does not support Obama solely because he is black. They may be compassionately planning an intervention for their brainwashed "Cousin Lloyd" even as I write this article.

My deepest heart's desire is to see fellow black Americans break free from the tiny black box in which Democrats and leftist do-gooders insist that they live. America is awesome! Forget the victim crap and simply go for your dreams!

The new movie "Runaway Slave" is a great step in the right direction, inspiring black liberation. 

When my young cousin's car deodorizers hit the market, I am buying a ton of them - great stocking stuffers.


Lloyd Marcus, Proud Unhyphenated American

Chairman: CampaignToDefeatObama.com

LloydMarcus.com


Last year, Mary and I flew up from Florida to Maryland to attend my grandmother's one hundredth birthday party. During the party, a cousin's twenty-something year old son cornered me. He coveted my advice to market a new car deodorizer he invented.

Folks, I can not tell you how excited I was for him and how eager I was to mentor the young black enthusiastic entrepreneur. I thought, "Praise God, he got it!" No where in our conversation did I detect the slightest symptom of ghetto "why-try-because-whitey-is-going-to-stop-you" rhetoric in this bright black kid.

Miraculously, this black kid was not infected with the eternal-victim mindset spread by casual contact via the NAACP, Congressional Black Caucus and Democratic Party. This black kid's attitude said he realized he was blessed to be born in America, the greatest land of opportunity on the planet. Hopeful and excited, he was going for his dreams. I say, "Hallelujah!"

Meanwhile at the celebration, were relatives who are aware of my involvement in the Tea Party. They gave me a stone-faced polite nod. They consider me an embarrassment to the highly respected Marcus family and name in the black community.

Ironically, these particular relatives are the upper-crust of our family; teachers, doctors and ministers. And yet, they think me an Uncle Tom for loving my country and not carrying a NAACP membership card. They think it unfathomable that I, a black person, campaigned against the first black president. I pray for them. They are slaves who are not liberated from the Democrats' tiny black box plantation.

Also in attendance were remnants of the welfare-wing of our family. A shocking majority of them died young; drugs, prison and AIDS. Government was their daddy; fatherless government project homes void of encouragement, hopes and dreams. Sad. Very, very sad.

Several of the twenty-something kids in our family are doing well. However, they still believe there is something seriously wrong with a black person who does not support Obama solely because he is black. They may be compassionately planning an intervention for their brainwashed "Cousin Lloyd" even as I write this article.

My deepest heart's desire is to see fellow black Americans break free from the tiny black box in which Democrats and leftist do-gooders insist that they live. America is awesome! Forget the victim crap and simply go for your dreams!

The new movie "Runaway Slave" is a great step in the right direction, inspiring black liberation. 

When my young cousin's car deodorizers hit the market, I am buying a ton of them - great stocking stuffers.


Lloyd Marcus, Proud Unhyphenated American

Chairman: CampaignToDefeatObama.com

LloydMarcus.com