I just got done reading way too many comments on Huffington Post responding to the Rev. Wright vs. Obama talk-off over the weekend. The above statement is the only one I didn’t find.
I did see every other kind of half-baked, naïve bullshit imaginable. Nothing was even remotely worth repeating or commenting on.
Every gapping asshole in the country has a stupid gig-name and people obviously have way too much time on their hands, which they’d be better off spending at the library reading actual books instead of concentrating for their education on the internet comments of other idiots.
I’m afraid that I may want to run for office someday so I’ll put the kibosh on that right now, because it would be a really bad idea. I read Muhammad Speaks for years, that’s right, you heard me, and I liked it. And not just while that nice man Wallace Muhammad was in charge; I read it regularly when his dad Elijah “Death to the White Devils” Muhammad was the head man too, and even Mr. Farrakhan, although there was less to agree with by then. I paid full price and I actually read it, and I agreed with a lot of what I read, and not just the recipes for bean pies.
A setting forth of all of the things that would prevent me from ever getting elected to anything would take up way too much space.
They, Rev. Wright, and Malcolm, bless his memory, and for that matter Mr. Farrakhan, have said many things that I wholeheartedly agree with. We share a view that the United States is not perfect, and it’s not, haven’t you been paying attention? Baby Huey in a Glass Menagerie is more like it.
You wait and see. We’re going to end up with President McCain because, after all, Hillary “cries at the drop of a hat and lies about being shot at,” and Obama “is insensitive to poor people(!) and cozies up to terrorists.” So we get McCain, unliked by every group he was ever forced upon, from grade school to the Senate, and especially in the Navy; a mediocre ground-attack pilot whose skylarking caused serious problems for his shipmates; and a POW collaborator who got scads of medals for his trouble because his dad was a big shot.
God help me, it’s enough to make you puke blood.