He may have cried

The Obama speech on race has precipitated a spiritual crisis in the Crunchy Con. You can read his emotionally unbalanced, guilt-ridden meltdown here.

Usually, I’m told, when the Crunchy Con has one of his fits he rights himself by self-flagellating with organically grown bok choy, but this time it's so bad he will afterwards be wearing an eco-friendly reusable sackcloth until at least Earth Day.

He doesn't deliver payoff lines; he slam-dunks them!

Today America witnessed the saddest event in the Presidential campaign thus far after Hillary Clinton’s exaggerated claims about dodging sniper fire during a 1996 trip to Bosnia were immediately refuted by unfunny stand-up comedian Sinbad. That's right, Sinbad.

At least none of them cried

Remember the Ron Paul newsletter pseudo-controversy, where a few mildly outrageous (but for the most part, true) statements in some of Paul’s old newsletters induced mass pants shitting among libertarians? What a revolting spectacle. You had Radley Balko shitting his pants, Virginia Postrel shitting her panties, Will Wilkinson shitting his panties, and Julio Sanchez shitting in Dave Weigel’s pants.

And yet all of the above love, love, love (love, love) socialist Barry Obama’s disengenous, dishonest speech justifying a 20 year relationship with a crazy, anti-white preacher.

Having a double standard for blacks and largely adhering to liberal racial orthodoxy is what libertarians like to describe as “free thinking”.

What can brown do for you?

The new swarthier Bill Richardson endorses Barry Obama.

The old lighter Bill Richardson shares a light moment with Hillary.


BONUS: The old lighter Bill Richardson assaults an oldie.

There are many shades in the ecru rainbow.

His speechify make white liberal lady cry

Inspired by Barry Hussein Obama’s vaporings, a “cynic” reminds us again that democracy is mistake:

It’s been twenty minutes and I still can’t quite breath and am still choking up. I have read the speeches of Nelson Mandella, Steve Biko, Julius Nyerere, and Patrice Lumumba– all powerful orators– but not one has ever brought me to tears.

Obama earned my vote today– me, the eternal cynic. He may not be the most experienced candidate but the man is engaged in a way that we need our next president to be engaged. So much the better if he helps a white woman like me able to have a conversation about race that will actually be productive, rather than stifled because of my own latent prejudices that I have spent my adult life trying to unlearn and fear of being misinterpreted.

Hussein in the membrane

Why is it a ‘hate crime’ to say Barack Hussein Obama? If he’s so embarrassed by his own middle name he should have changed it to Harold, or Humphrey, or H. Rap Beige before running for President.

This isn’t a partisan issue. If McCain’s middle name were, say, Mussolini, I’d laugh at that too. And so, I’m sure, would all the frothing Obamamaniacs now so outraged to hear the full name of The Chosen One uttered aloud.


There’s nothing funny about this, either.

They caucus when we're tryin' to go home

Wanting to witness the absurdity of democracy first hand I put on an Elect Hillary! t-shirt and an Obama ’08 hat and set out for my local caucus meeting. After enduring half an hour of dreary “debate” I decided to enliven the proceedings by yelling “The revolution will NOT be televised!” in some old ladies face while waving my clenched fist in the air. I then walked across the street to the Democratic Party caucus. It too was boring.