I ought to go and see my hero, President William Jefferson Clinton who is speaking this afternoon at the Stock Pavilion, stumping for his wife. I think he has a girlfriend in town. She lives with her husband over in Nakoma. I could be wrong. Would it matter? One of the things I’ve inferred about the Clinton family is that they make their own way in the world and their values are unconventional. The down-side of this, if it is true, is that they have learned to pander to the lowest common denominator. They pander to the people, that 30% of Americans who were ready to impeach President Clinton for his personal behavior, the ones they will never reach anyway, the ones so twisted in their own values that they’d rather watch a young woman die slowly in a vegetative coma than unhook her life support, rather see their daughter die in childbirth than harm the fetus that is killing her, rather watch their grandmother die of a spinal ailment than sponsor the stem cell research that could save her. They, these 30 percenters, are hopeless, miserable, lost, abandoned by all but the televangelists who suck their money from them like vampire bats flying out of secret caves with entrances in every American living room, sucking blood from the cattle who call themselves christians. The Clintons have no hope of winning the Hucklebee crowd over to their side, the bunch who provided the base that got Bush elected — and re-elected. But they read from an old script, a script written in the 1950’s that says it’s about moms and pies and telling sweet lies, smoking that pot but never inhaling.
I could spend the afternoon cooking up valentines for my sweetie and reading the good stuff at Ray’s, or I could go into town and let them blow smoke up my ass. Like this…
Okay… anybody who watched that needs a mental palate cleanser, an amuse bouche. Here’s a reality bite from Rethabile Mesilo…
Rethabile passed this observation on:
This reporter thought he had an easy target. Young, black man that he’d badger because he was an Obama supporter. But look how this young man defends himself and turns the table.
This reporter is the kind of which we must be very wary. They sound hip, kool and together, but carry some deep seated prejudices even though they will call themselves liberals. These are the kinds of liberals who will have to look deep into themselves in this election.
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