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Barack Obama is doing his job, all right! Just what the Republicans are paying him for – to split apart the Democratic coalition and deliver the election right into the hands of those wonderful people who have been doing such a bang up job of conducting the nation’s business for the last eight years.
He started off OK, the new junior senator from Illinois, introducing himself to the national electorate as a fresh face who could act as a bridge across the racial divide. People liked him because he spoke English like a normal American instead of affecting the hick sharecropper dialect favored by his constituents.
He would have been in line for a top job in a Hillary Clinton administration, or he could have stayed in the senate and made his mark there. But he calculated that since the Democrats were a shoe-in November anyway, and since he could corral the African American vote, which is a major component in the Democratic party, why not just elbow Hillary Clinton aside and grab the top spot for himself, despite the fact that aside from a good speech making ability he had nothing to recommend him?
Unfortunately, the streets of New York are full of people who can make speeches, this writer among them. What Obama neglected to consider is that presidential politics is just like any other line of work – you have to work your way up the system.
Nobody understands that better than John McCain, who found himself in a Vietnamese prison camp because of his reckless jet pilotage, and determined that it would be a good first step toward becoming president 30 years hence. That’s why he refused to leave, even though his Vietnamese captors literally begged him to go because his father was commanding admiral of the U.S. Sixth Fleet and they didn’t feel they needed the additional aggravation.
But McCain, entertaining visions of a heroic homecoming and the concomitant electoral victories that would derive from it, stuck to his jail cell like a glue trap and refused to leave. Sure it’s a bogus record. But at least it’s a record! And, given the brain-addled mental state of the electorate, McCain is perfectly situated to stomp Obama, who has nothing to recommend him but a bunch of inspired streetcorner jive talk, like a Giants offensive lineman.
Whatever else you can say about Hillary Clinton, she has been in every political fight of the last 20 years. She is a very snaky individual who has never lost a political battle with Republicans, and she has her future ex-husband, whatsisname, to back her up.
A lot of people are jumping on Bill Clinton for playing too rough on Barack Obama, but this writer feels that he is going too easy. He is actually pussyfooting around the issue for fear of offending black people with the truth – that Obama is a lightweight and a patsy. That he is so mentally challenged that he does not even realize what a chump he is. But to state the plain facts would be political suicide given the fragile emotional state of the black electorate, who could very possibly sit out the election if the true state of affairs were presented to them.
Just look at the New York Knicks basketball team. Coach Isiah Thomas knows that he has assembled a team of talented players, but he is afraid to push them too hard to play as a team because he is afraid that the team will explode in protest if he tries to instill discipline. “Don’t push me!” And he is in such a bind that he can’t even publicly complain. He probably commiserates with team owner James Dolan on a daily basis about the unmanageability of the players, which would go a long way toward explaining why Dolan hasn’t gotten rid of him.
Obama recently let loose a crack about Bill Clinton which speaks volumes about his gnat-brain perspective on race relations. Responding to a remark by Hillary Clinton about how her husband had over the years proven his bona fides with regard to black Americans, Obama cracked, “I’ll have to see how he dances.” There it is, folks, a lifetime of studying, fighting and heartache reduced to a level of how old, fat Bill Clinton can shake his booty to a Jay-Z hip hop recording.
Just before writing this story I was subjected to a whole afternoon of hip-hop videos in the weight room of my gym, and it sure ain’t a night at the opera. Those “singers”, if I may be permitted to flatter them with such an elevated term of the phrase, are to music what the Knicks are to basketball or Barack Obama is to national affairs – a lot of discordant noise!
I know this kid who is trying to break in as a hip-hop performer, named DJ Booty. The kid’s got 5 Cadillacs, 4 telephones, 3 gold chains, 2 thousand bucks and a partridge in a pear tree. I asked him, “Why don’t you play the guitar, or the harmonica like Stevie Wonder used to do?” He said, “I ain’t got ten years to learn to play music. I need the money NOW!”
That’s the story of hip-hop. It’s also the story of the Knicks. It’s also the story of Barack Obama.
To a lot of people in the modern world a person like William Shakespeare might seem like an irrelevant dead white man, who didn’t know spit about what’s going on with the people today, with his dukes and princes making speeches and stabbing each other with swords and daggers. Nevertheless, Shakespeare predicted Barack Obama five hundred years ago when he wrote “Othello”, the story of a black man who, given false counsel, brings tragedy down upon everybody around him, including himself. Barack Obama might be well advised to stay home one night, catch up on his Shakespeare and get back with the team, lest he half-wittedly lead the Democratic Party and, indeed, the whole country into the depraved depths of Shakespearean tragedy.
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