Jesse Jackson, Jr.; Congressman Jailbird.

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(ThyBlackMan.com) Bubba doesn’t care about Reverend Jackson’s “keep hope alive” mantra.  He wants the custom of keeping a bar of soap alive in the prison’s community showers.  Bubba can’t wait for Jesse Jackson, Jr. to lather up,  drop a bar of generic soap and bend over to pick it up in hopes of continuing his shower. 

Sorry,  Jesse Jackson, Jr.,  but if you weren’t an advocate for gay rights when you were in Congress,  after fellow inmate Bubba rams,  like a speed of a 750 miles per hour tractor trailer,  into your gluteus maximus,  you may be converted to do more for the gay cause when you get out of jail in two and a half years.  Don’t sob over this like you did in D. C. federal court Wednesday, August 14, 2013.   500 pounder Pookey is ready to beat you up and take the “gourmet” dinner state officials prepared for you so he can keep his 300,000 daily,  caloric diet going.           JesseJacksonJR

Jesse Jackson, Jr.,  the former congressman from Chicago and son of the famed civil rights preacher,  goes to prison for 2 ½ years for campaign fund fraud.  Federal prosecutors wanted four years or more,  but the judge in this case opted to be lenient.  Who knows why?   Rod Blagojevich got a ridiculous 14-year sentence for his alleged crimes as governor of Illinois and he didn’t steal anything.   Jesse Jr.  played the bipolar disorder sympathy card in hopes of generating public and judicial compassion. 

Perhaps when you report to prison,  Jesse Jr.,  you can try to sell your prison seat to the thugs,  gangbangers,  high school dropouts,  hungry & unemployed brothers or deadbeat dads standing around on the street corners in your congressional district like they’re waiting on a big revelation from heaven to fall.   You never served the needs of these constituents,  whose situation was in dire plea of addressing.  The social issues of the community is what Jesse Jr. should have been fixated on for possible political,  economic and sociological resolution.
 
Fraudulent sidekick Sandy Jackson will serve one year in prison for her part in her husband’s $750,000.00 scheme to purchase a mink stole,  Rolex,  and as the judge said,  use the public trust as their personal piggy bank.  When the character in the movie “Wall Street” said greed is good,  he wasn’t talking about politicians exploring the lifestyles of the rich and famous for their personal gain.  The Jacksons went nuts in acquiring lavish things.
 
Sandy was the alderman of the 7th ward in Chicago.  It is a ward notorious for crime,  high concentrated population of A.I.D.S. cases,  despair,  an absent alderman (Sandy hardly governed the ward.  She was living in Washington, D.C.   Talk about a literal meaning to a laissez-faire approach.) and rife with food deserts.  I used to live (ten heartache years) in the 7th ward before my family urged me to get out.   I found a job,  which afforded me the opportunity to move out.   Thank God!
 
The love of money ruins great promise.  Our fascination with the opulence of material things ofttimes blinds our judgment.   American capitalism presents us with many shiny,  consumer objects to spend our hard-earned cash on.  My younger brother always says the more money you make,  the more money you tend to spend.  Sometimes too some of us want to keep up with the Jones to front to others that we’re living the good life.  And once you start to amass the goodies of life,  it’s hard to overlook the next latest item being promoted with media hype.  You just have to have it even though you don’t need it.
 
Who knows what really fed into the luxurious starvation of Jesse Jr. and Sandy Jackson?   Mental problems?   Greed?   Power entitlement addiction?  Outshining the Jones?   Congressional colleague showoff battles?   “I-Won’t-Get-Caught” syndrome?   They were making a very good living;  a fine example of a married couple of African descent overcoming the obstacles that hold most Blacks in America back from achieving their dreams.  It all ends in a sad,  symbolic visual of handcuffs.   An image young kids who are Black don’t need to see to continue to confirm to them the negatives of defeat in a society too often unjust.
 
Jesse Jackson, Jr.  won’t have to worry about Bubba.  He won’t have to worry about Pookey.  He’ll probably be coddled in some minimal security,  federal prison.  In a conversation with reporters outside the court he mentioned resurrection.  Who knows what will transpire the moment he leaves prison?  Only time will reveal where the next station in life will be for Jesse Jackson, Jr.   Sandy Jackson may or may not be there to provide the unconditional love.  Look at what it has gotten her so far.  Nothing but parental woes and prison suit wearies.  A lawyer said the fall from grace is complete.   “I am somebody nobody thought would do this ” is the final Jackson mantra.
 
Staff Writer; Vaughn Wilson
 
 

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