Nobody's Fool: Bernie Mac
Nobody’s Fool—I just watched a rerun of Bernie Mac being interviewed on Charlie Rose from 2002. And the very first thought that entered my head was…Charlie is not used to this. Charlie is not used to so much honesty. Charlie is not used to being in the presence of a truly loving man.
If there is one thing you had to admit about Bernie Mac, it was that he was full of love: for his work, his family, his fans, his friends: but he was much more than that lovable personality and it’s not really being talked about.
And in this election year, with the big O, running for President, it’s no surprise. Obama and Bernie Mac? They don’t want you to compare the two.
I can just see Obama sitting next to Bernie saying, “You know, I love white folks, and I shouldn’t have said what I did about my grandmother, and you know, all those twenty years Reverend White was trashing whites and America, I just thought he was an old guy talking….”
Bernie’s eyes would have rolled and he would have smiled that wicked grin.
At least that’s what I hoped he would have done. Bernie did not suffer fools, black or white. He learned that from his grandma, he said.
You see, most people saw Bernie as the real deal…unlike Obama, who is more like the real con. Do you want concrete or plastic to build your house?
The left has been trying for too many years to tear apart the family unit, and in the black community they have been doing a very good job, and then along comes Bernie Mac, with his big “I’m going to take control of my family and my life” Mac-smack-down.
Let me hear you say, “Hallelujah!”
Most nights Charlie Rose interviews the big global players. They go on his show to promote globalization, their various corporate brands, and the liberal socialist agenda of which Charlie is a big part of.
So Bernie Mac, a comedian from Chicago, looked extremely out of place at Charlie’s round table. Because you see, Charlie Rose lives in a whole other world---a world of Harvard educations, power brokers, politicians, and people who wouldn’t have to work another day in their life due to the money they make off their investments.
It’s not the biggest part of America, but it is becoming the class that rules our lives.
I had been watching the show the week that Bernie died. Charlie was interviewing famous CEO’s of international American car companies, and when Bernie’s interview was played because of his unexpected death, I had to admit---Bernie seemed the much more educated man.
There he was, with his big beautiful eyes…a black man with no prejudice, no “you kept my people in slavery” no-- “you’re a rich white man so therefore you’re against me…”
No, Bernie Mac was Nobody’s Fool.
I’m not sure when I first noticed him: maybe it was on some HBO special. Not since Richard Pryor has a comedian shown his genius with such audacity. In many ways, he was surpassing Pryor, because he wasn’t as drugged up. His material was not only hilarious, but left you philosophically thinking.
One day I saw him do a television promotion supporting local libraries---that did it. I started watching his show. Bernie would be saying the things that all of us think everyday and are told not to.
“Go Bernie…Go! Ain’t that the truth! How did you know I wanted to lock the kid in the closet for five minutes so that I could take a breather? How did you know I dare not admit that to anyone for fear that the government would come in, snatch my child, and tell me I’m abusing him?”
“Go Bernie…tell it like it is.!”
And there he was…calling us out…to the truth of parenting…showing us all how to handle the absurdities of life, with thought, love, and humor.
Bernie told Charlie, “It takes courage to tell the truth about yourself. Express your pain.”
Okay, Bernie…I’m expressing my pain. All those Hollywood liberals who worked with you did not give you enough credit in the papers for the true great artist that you were.
And…“You know America, I got to say it.”
None of the Oceans’ Eleven actors can even hold a candle to Bernie. Nothing Brad Pitt will ever do will compare.
And if only the good die young…I will be old and gray---
… And I will still be having a great ol time watching reruns of Bernie Mac.
Hey, Bernie…pass me that bottle.
If there is one thing you had to admit about Bernie Mac, it was that he was full of love: for his work, his family, his fans, his friends: but he was much more than that lovable personality and it’s not really being talked about.
And in this election year, with the big O, running for President, it’s no surprise. Obama and Bernie Mac? They don’t want you to compare the two.
I can just see Obama sitting next to Bernie saying, “You know, I love white folks, and I shouldn’t have said what I did about my grandmother, and you know, all those twenty years Reverend White was trashing whites and America, I just thought he was an old guy talking….”
Bernie’s eyes would have rolled and he would have smiled that wicked grin.
At least that’s what I hoped he would have done. Bernie did not suffer fools, black or white. He learned that from his grandma, he said.
You see, most people saw Bernie as the real deal…unlike Obama, who is more like the real con. Do you want concrete or plastic to build your house?
The left has been trying for too many years to tear apart the family unit, and in the black community they have been doing a very good job, and then along comes Bernie Mac, with his big “I’m going to take control of my family and my life” Mac-smack-down.
Let me hear you say, “Hallelujah!”
Most nights Charlie Rose interviews the big global players. They go on his show to promote globalization, their various corporate brands, and the liberal socialist agenda of which Charlie is a big part of.
So Bernie Mac, a comedian from Chicago, looked extremely out of place at Charlie’s round table. Because you see, Charlie Rose lives in a whole other world---a world of Harvard educations, power brokers, politicians, and people who wouldn’t have to work another day in their life due to the money they make off their investments.
It’s not the biggest part of America, but it is becoming the class that rules our lives.
I had been watching the show the week that Bernie died. Charlie was interviewing famous CEO’s of international American car companies, and when Bernie’s interview was played because of his unexpected death, I had to admit---Bernie seemed the much more educated man.
There he was, with his big beautiful eyes…a black man with no prejudice, no “you kept my people in slavery” no-- “you’re a rich white man so therefore you’re against me…”
No, Bernie Mac was Nobody’s Fool.
I’m not sure when I first noticed him: maybe it was on some HBO special. Not since Richard Pryor has a comedian shown his genius with such audacity. In many ways, he was surpassing Pryor, because he wasn’t as drugged up. His material was not only hilarious, but left you philosophically thinking.
One day I saw him do a television promotion supporting local libraries---that did it. I started watching his show. Bernie would be saying the things that all of us think everyday and are told not to.
“Go Bernie…Go! Ain’t that the truth! How did you know I wanted to lock the kid in the closet for five minutes so that I could take a breather? How did you know I dare not admit that to anyone for fear that the government would come in, snatch my child, and tell me I’m abusing him?”
“Go Bernie…tell it like it is.!”
And there he was…calling us out…to the truth of parenting…showing us all how to handle the absurdities of life, with thought, love, and humor.
Bernie told Charlie, “It takes courage to tell the truth about yourself. Express your pain.”
Okay, Bernie…I’m expressing my pain. All those Hollywood liberals who worked with you did not give you enough credit in the papers for the true great artist that you were.
And…“You know America, I got to say it.”
None of the Oceans’ Eleven actors can even hold a candle to Bernie. Nothing Brad Pitt will ever do will compare.
And if only the good die young…I will be old and gray---
… And I will still be having a great ol time watching reruns of Bernie Mac.
Hey, Bernie…pass me that bottle.
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