Reading Stuff White People Like is fast becoming a thing white people like, along with quoting "The Simpsons" (see above):
All white people want their children to speak another language. There are no exceptions. They dream about the children drifting in between French and English sentences as they bustle about the kitchen while they read the New York Times and listen to Jazz.
In honor of the shape-shifting, cooly malevolent cyborg from "Terminator 2," I'm rechristening HRC. Better get used to it -- Hillborg just won't die.
Obama must go on the offensive. No more whining about negative campaign tactics. HIllary's going to throw the mud no matter what -- better he exploit the vapidity of her campaign.
Next time she claims 35 years yada yada yada Obama should interrupt and ask what change she was able to engineer as a corporate attorney representing Wal-Mart and Tyson. What foreign policy crisis has she ever responded to? Obama lacks experience, but Hillary is likewise untested.
And what about those tax returns? It's standared procedure for candidates to release them, but Hillborg continues to demur. Nor has she produced the names of the donors to her husband's presidential library. For those who think that's not a big deal, I have two words: Marc Rich.
Why is it so hard for Americans to reject the self-serving, self-righteous, self-involved and self-pitying Clintons? And then having to endure the likes of of Lanny Davis and Paul Begala crowing about Hillbot's victories on "Larry King"... might as well bring back Smashmouth, Enron, "Friends," and every other abomination of the 1990s so we can slog our way through the whole turgid decade once more.
Explain yourself, Ohio. What's next -- a defrosted Marge Schott?
Snoop from "The Wire" visited the Margaret Mitchell House in Atlanta last week. Fortunately, Frogtown correspondent Markie Post (aka Candice Dyer) was there:
It was one of those Old South/New South moments that characterize Atlanta.
"This is not our usual crowd," observed one of the bemused Margaret Mitchell House volunteers, as she surveyed the clusters of ghettofabulous young black men and women, corruscated with bling and fringed with hair extensions. The MM House has a core of genteel, "Old Atlanta" bluehairs who show up for every event in honor of "Peggy," and even when prominent African-American authors read, the audience consists mostly of earnest white liberals like me.
Tonight's crunk crowd had turned out for Felicia "Snoop" Pearson, who was promoting her memoir, "Grace After Midnight." Coincidentally, its opening sentence is very similar to that of James Brown's autobiography. Both were, for all practical purposes, "born dead," but neither ever asked for pity.
Snoop, a crack baby who weighed in at three pounds at birth, served time for murder before landing her role on "The Wire" as a stealthy, brutal, and butch gangbanger. (Pearson's refreshingly unapologetic lesbianism is one of the most indelible -- and intimidating -- arguments for the "they're born that way" thesis that I've ever encountered.) The emcee who introduced her at the Mitchell House pointed out, "Our guest has never read 'Gone With the Wind,' but she has gotten an education tonight on our tour." Knowing snickers all around. Snoop then fielded questions, including, "Yo, you still slingin'?" Not a query that has, so far, confronted Pat Conroy at this venue.
When I approached her for an autograph (to be inscribed next to the Margaret Mitchell imprimatur), I wrote on the Post-It note, "Your biggest redneck cracker fan." This amused Snoop, and she inscribed it as such. I told her it would "help my street cred in Appalachia." Her handler grimaced and said, "Lord, chile, you serious?" Then I told Snoop to keep up the good work. She looked up at me with those beagle-like eyes and said, "Say a prayer for me." And I did.
Dismissing the revolutionary progress she helped provoke, Gloria Steinem resorted to distortion while campaigning for Hillbot over the weekend:
In her speech, Steinem argued that there was a major sexist component to the murmurs from some quarters suggesting Clinton should abandon her presidential quest.
There is, she said, “a great deal of pressure at play for her to act like her gender and give in.” Several shouts of “No!” came from the crowd. Steinem went on: “It’s a way of reinforcing the gender roles, right?
Men are loved if they win and Hillary is loved if she loses…But maybe we shouldn’t be so afraid of an open convention that actually decides something. After all, it was an open convention in New York City that gave us Abraham Lincoln.”
Ah, the victim card. Didn't see that coming. You have to wonder: If progressive voters -- you know, the Democratic base -- remain so oppressively sexist, what hope is there for the great unwashed?
Maybe Steinem sees the election of a female candidate (that is, a female candidate who adopts the mandate womyndated orthodoxy of the Petty Feminist Establishment) as an extension of her legacy, one she seems intent on tarnishing.
“Suppose John McCain had been Joan McCain and Joan McCain had got captured, shot down and been a POW for eight years. [The media would ask], ‘What did you do wrong to get captured? What terrible things did you do while you were there as a captive for eight years?’” Steinem said, to laughter from the audience.
Remember Jessica Lynch, a manufactured "hero" (by her own admission) whose eight days as a POW in Iraq were breathlessly chronicled by the American media?
Certainly Steinem is familiar with names like Boxer, Feinstein and Mikulski, three of 14 female U.S. Senators currently in office. Obama is the only African-American senator in the U.S. Senate; his friend, supporter and fellow sloganeer, Deval Patrick, is the lone black governor. The U.S. has seven women governors.
Further discrediting herself, Steinem went on to dismiss McCain's five-plus years in captivity.
“I mean, hello? This is supposed to be a qualification to be president? I don’t think so.” ...
“I am so grateful that she [Clinton] hasn’t been trained to kill anybody. And she probably didn’t even play war games as a kid.
"Just miles from your doorstep, hundreds of men are given weapons and trained to kill. The government calls it the Army, but a more alarmist name would be... 'The Killbot Factory.' " -- Kent Brockman
Instead of dodging the whispering campaign (started by the Clinton campaign and certain to continue through November), Obama and his supporters should confront the ignorance of the smear merchants. That's why I'm posting this pic.
Dashikis have nothing to do with Islam; they're commonly worn in West Africa -- by Christians, Muslims, tourists from Luxembourg ...
Notice the undercurrent of racism on sites such as the one linked above. If Obama was wearing, say, a Russian Orthodox robe, would anyone raise a peep?
I’m pretty sure the Obama campaign would have heaping gobs of untrue and unfair rumors about Hillary Clinton that they could use for whisper campaigns, if they wanted to play that angle. Thankfully they don’t. And the fact that we don’t see “rogue” Obama staffers circulating Vince Foster conspiracy theory emails, and don’t have Obama surrogates repeatedly admonished by the campaign for bringing up Whitewater or Travelgate, shows a huge difference between the 2 campaigns. One has message discipline and has made it clear to the full organization that certain tactics will not be tolerated. And one has a chief strategist who repeated the cocaine rumor on national TV mere seconds after he said it was inappropriate to reference it. Not hard to figure out who is strict about what’s fair game, and who isn’t.