Posted by Ted Bronson | Filed under Decision Eh
Barack Obama… you can’t talk about his ears. Or his middle name. Or his wife. Or his radical friends. Or his preacher. Or his Communist former boss. Or his criminal friends. Or even his policy ideas. To do any of the above is apparently tantamount to putting a burning cross in his front yard.
But the one thing Obama himself just keeps on bringing up, himself mind you, is fact of his skin.
Now, Just to be clear, I don’t give a rat’s rear end what color he is. What I care about his skin isn’t that he is a white man, raised in a white family, who happens to be black. His skin color is irrelevant. What is important about his skin is it’s apparent thin-ness.
Do you honestly expect the American public to support a candidate who can’t take a joke about himself. Who responds to legitimate criticism about his policies or ideas with claims of “that’s not the Rev Wright that I knew” or cries “I’m sensitive about my ears”? A candidate who actually has a little girl pout party because McCain pokes holes in his ‘energy policy’ of keeping the tires of America at the right air pressure. (Something that seventy percent of the country does anyway.)
Is this country really going to vote for a candidate who cries like a little bitch when the big kids pick on him? Is he really ready to be playing in this league, or should we break out the T-Ball stand for him?
Does Borat “He Hate Me” Obama really think that politics is fair? Does he really think that he can have a little piss puss and get his way against the likes of Chavez? (Or for that matter, my eighth grade Civics teacher.)
No, Barry, you won’t.
Mr. Elmore Lewis, my five foot five, black in Lower Alabama, and respected to this day, Civics teacher said it best for me all those years ago– “The world is looking for producers, not excusers.”