Michael Steele in trouble?

Dan Riehl defends Steele in two posts, here and here.  He point to two successes for the GOP, in NJ and VA, but overlooks that the RNC had to be goaded into getting involved in both campaigns by the activist base getting out ahead of it.

He ignores the national party's attempts to shove RINO candidates down the voter's throats in state after state.  They have apparently learned nothing from the Scozzafava debacle.

And he raises the spectre of the GOP's dismissal of an incompetent, ethically marginal black  man being used to tar the GOP with the old racism brush... as if that didn't happen regardless, frequently with Steele's own help, owing to his self-evident ignorance of the racial history of the party he's supposed to be heading.

 As one of Dan's anonymous commenters puts it:

"I don't think Steele is "good" at his job, all of his appearances are somewhat random, he doesn't stick to any message. However, having a black guy as the face of the RNC is VERY positive, not becuase it will woe blacks to vote for Republican candidates, it won't, but because it begins to dispel the now well entrenched narrative that the GOP is full of racists." 

In other words, keep the token even if he's no good at the job. A genuinely racist sentiment fit for a Democrat. Steele needs to go, and Cornyn and Sessions need to step down from the Senate and Congressional campaign committees since they have demonstrated an absolute inability to listen to what the party wants in a candidate.

Working on my raaaaacist cred!

I seem to be having a hard time working up the mandatory raaaaacist! street cred any good eeeeeevil conservative needs to be taken seriously these days.

Okay, granted, I didn't help myself by routinely getting pounded as the "class nigger-lover" back in school, or when I got Negro black Afro-American black African-American enlisted men (of color? Is that still the approved usage?) civilian jobs when I was a race relations and economic opportunities officer in the Guard, but haven't I poked enough fun at Barack Obama? Haven't I heaped enough contumely on his puerile policies and prissy faux-leadership? Haven't I derided the character, company, morals, intelligence, narcissism and complete spiritual and intellectual vacuity of America's Last Black President sufficienttly to be declared a raaaaacist? For God's sake, haven't I even laughed at his wife enough?

To paraphrase the old Hollywood motto:

Who do I have to fuck with to be called a racist around here?!

Okay, fine. I'm gonna give this one last stab and then I'm going back to just writing whatever I feel like.

You want to understand Barack Obama? Go read "Porgy" by Dubose and Dorothy Heyward, and check out the character of the charlatan Lawyer Brown, who exploits the hapless denizens of Catfish Row with his bogus legal advice.

You want to understand Barack Obama? Go read "The Emperor Jones" by Eugene O'Neill, in which a corrupt thug dictator destroys himself battling his nameless little fears and inner demons while ignoring the true destruction closing in on him.

You want to understand Barack Obama? Go read Henrik Ibsen's "Peer Gynt"... especially the onion-peeling scene.

You want to understand Barack Obama? Go read Ibsen's "The League of Youth", and see if you recognize the character of the lawyer Stensgård, "unhampered by character, conviction or social position."

And while you're at it, if you want to understand Rahm Emanuel, go ahead and read Christopher Marlowe's "The Jew of Malta."

There won't be a quiz. But there might be recognition.

So. Am I a raaaaacist yet?