Saturday, January 24, 2009

Thoughts on The First Week

-Congratulations to Obama. But the race was to see who would be the Democratic nominee. What Democrat couldn’t have won after Bush?

That’s just how it goes in this country. Left ditch to right ditch.


Carter.

Reagan.

Bush.

Clinton.

Bush.

Obama.


-There seemed genuine PDA from Bush towards Obama. Not so much with Bush and Cheney. I sense maybe the thrill is gone for those two. Cheney doesn’t have much use for Bush now, so he has taken his hand out of his butt and stopped moving George’s lips. And, Bush didn’t fully pardon Scooter Libby. Say goodnight, Dick.

-Bill Clinton doesn’t know what to do with himself. At least four more years of limelight. He can’t avoid a camera. He can’t avoid upstaging his wife, or his President.
Memo to Bill. You’ve had your eight years. Now go do something good and get out of the way.

-Thanks, Dr. Lowery. After all of the healing that Obama’s campaign has done, you can’t resist taking your shot once you had the national microphone. “When white will embrace what is right.”

Let’s see. Obama’s mom was white. So were the grandparents that raised him. So were most of his teachers and professors. So were the majority of voters that got Obama elected. Lyndon Johnson and a virtually all white Congress passed the Civil Rights Act in 1964. Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation. Tiger Woods is the greatest player of the “whitest” game in history. I have been the legal guardian of an African American kid to help him finish high school. My son died in Iraq for you. Dr. Lowery, the time for hate speech is over. Until you apologize, you can kiss my white ass.

I dream of a day when my six children will be judged not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

-I like Barack Obama. I may not agree with him on everything, but I like him. He smokes. Cigarettes. He plays basketball. He smiles. I think he has a great sense of humor, but hasn’t had the opportunity to show us yet. Too much serious stuff to deal with. (If only Bush had learned this. Or Biden.) He is madly in love with his wife and daughters. He works hard. He can speak English in coherent sentences. He has an appreciation for history and what a responsibility has fallen on his shoulders. I don’t think he is conceited. He likes dogs. You could go to a ballgame with this guy and have a fine time. He likes to hang out with smart people.

Obama, I’m rooting for you. We need you to do good. We need you to be one of the all-time greats. You, sir, have inherited a mess.

Oh, and Rush Limbaugh is a big fat un-American ass for saying what he did. Maybe he and Dr. Lowery could spend some time together. (How about Gitmo now that it will be available?)

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