InkogNegro 2.0

So says Congressman Alcee Hastings

At the beginning of our great country’s history my ancestors were counted as only 2/3 of a person.  Until passage of the 15th Amendment in 1870, they weren’t allowed to vote. During that same time and until 1920, women could not vote.  White men who did not own property could not vote at one point in our history as well.

Um…Sir…it was actually only 3/5 of a person.  As a person whose ancestors were the same as Rep. Hastings, let me be the first to say that while it may serve Mr. Hastings’ purposes to equate slavery and non-personhood to what is happening to Florida, I am inclined to find it rather hyperbolic and wishes he would shut the fuck up.

Respectfully.

It is a LONG ass way from 2/3 3/5 of a person to being caught up in some intra-party squabble that diminishes the weight of a citizens vote in a party primary to determine the party nominee.  A punishment passed along as a result of breaking party rules.

Of course, breaking rules is something you know something about, isn’t it?

Paying the price for breaking rules?

Not so much, huh, Mr. Impeached judge turned congressman?

Props to Jerry O’Connell (Carpoolers was funny, but cursed by being attached to that Cavemen Debacle) and a Hat Tip to TBL

Jim Webb on Countdown with Keith Olbermann

Jim Webb in a more elaborate interview with Terry Gross on Fresh Air (and If you dont know about Terry or Fresh Air….-500 points for you)

Every time I hear Jim Webb, who is currently on a book tour (timing!), I get a better and better sense of how well He and Obama would match up.

The more people ask him about what HAS to be an  forthcoming offer of the VP slot from the Obama campaign, the better he gets at not saying no.

My only question is:

Does Jim Webb KNOW he is auditioning for the VP slot?

Let us be absolutely clear on one critical point.

The Prohibitive favorite for the Democratic nomination (who just happens to be married to the party standard bearer) is about to lose to a heretofore unknown Black Man whose name rhymes with Osama.

All the sexism (and there has been a healthy amount) in the WORLD did not bring this about.

There are OTHER factors that created this phenomenon.  Those of you (damn near ALL YALL) who are ignoring those factors do so at your peril.

Would you rather be part of an oppressed group that can be patronized and dismissed using coded language and revisionist history?

OR

Would you rather be part of an oppressed group that is still subject to a ubiquitous double standard and glass ceiling and suffer never ending slights to the press, compounding your own mistakes and squandering an unprecedented advantage in this campaign?

OR would you rather be part of BOTH?

How could I move the crowd
First of all, ain’t no mistakes allowed
Here’s the instruction, put it together
It simple ain’t it but quite clever
Some of you been trying to write rhymes for years
But weak ideas irritate my ears
Is this the best that you can make?
Cuz if not and you got more, I’ll wait – (W. Griffin, Jr., 1987)

Men Lie, Women Lie, Numbers Don’t.  – (S. Carter, 2004)

When I see the crowds, I realize just what enrages the Clinton Diehards so much.  You cannot see a movement like that and not be inclined to jump on the bandwagon.

Unless the movement in question is running you over.

Watch it and pass it on.

If he isn’t careful, he is going to blow a gasket RIGHT on the air…

Even still…Keith drops the raw uncut ish on the Commander in Chief.

“Mr. President,” he was asked, “you haven’t been golfing in recent years. Is that related to Iraq?
“Yes,” began perhaps the most startling reply of this nightmarish blight on our lives as Americans — on our history.
“It really is. I don’t want some mom whose son may have recently died to see the Commander-in-Chief playing golf. I feel I owe it to the families to be as — to be in solidarity as best as I can with them. And I think playing golf during a war just sends the wrong signal.”
Golf, Sir?
Golf sends the wrong signal to the grieving families of our men and women butchered in Iraq?
Do you think these families, Mr. Bush – their lives blighted forever — care about you playing golf?
Do you think, Sir, they care about you?
You, Mr. Bush, let their sons and daughters be killed.
Sir, to show your solidarity with them – you gave up golf?
Sir, to show your solidarity with them – you didn’t give up your pursuit of this insurance-scam, profiteering, morally and financially bankrupting war.
Sir, to show your solidarity with them – you didn’t even give up talking about Iraq – a subject about which you have incessantly proved without pause or backwards glance, that you may literally be the least informed person in the world?
Sir, to show your solidarity with them, you didn’t give up… your
4,000 dead Americans and your response… was to stop playing golf!
Golf.
Not “gulf” – golf.

Shout out to Dottie Peoples…even though this is one of my 5 LEAST favorite gospel songs of all time, I spent a day with Ms. Peoples and she is the real deal.

If you could draw a script up for the ideal time to announce a John Edwards endorsement, 6:30 pm the day after West Virginia would be exactly the moment.

As irrelevant as West Virginia was in the grand scheme of things, it was truly a blessing for the babbling media hordes to have a different bone to chew on.

I disagree with those who felt that Edwards was late.  While it would have been nice to have him going into Pennsylvania, I certainly can see him wanting to lay low through Ohio and Pennsylvania so as not to be seen as piling on Senator Clinton.

I think the math has become so academic that it is time for EVERYONE to go ahead and ante up.

*Casts a glance at Mr. Gore, who IS flirting dangerously close to CP Time*

Meanwhile, Senator Clinton is jacking up threes and calling time-outs faster than Joe Gibbs and Chris Webber ever could.

(sidebar: have you noticed that EVEN in West Virginia, there is ALWAYS at least ONE Brotha behind Hillary?)

*Please say the Barry.

No, I don’t think the Obama Campaign is all that sicced* about M-Beezy getting his shine on…or even discussing Rev. Wright, but you can never get enough of Bill O’Reilly getting one upped by a recovering crack-addict.