no, ralph nader did not call president elect obama an uncle tom -- though him using that term was enough to send everyone at fox news off the deep end in an indignant self-righteous huff. i suppose that's the way some behave whenever anything racial is mentioned, which makes their behavior even more suspect to me. sometimes all it takes is a little context and some real live perspective to understand what's going on.
what he basically said was that obama can either be a president of the people or he can be a corporate tool. and you know what? he's right.
this video is of mr. nader defending his initial remarks beautifully, in spite of the interviewer's attempts to bully him.
sure, i enjoyed watching the results roll in from the comfort of a deluxe hotel suite with family and friend and brand new baby nephew all the way on the other side of the country. and yes, i had fun. but truth be told, my heart was in harlem -- the capital of black america if we ever had one. i could help but wonder what was happening on 125th street. these videos gave me a small slight glimpse into the way everyone came together and celebrated with real abandon.
some small part of me is sad that i wasn't there in the middle of it all with my girl renee -- shell-shocked that yes we can and yes we did and staggering down the street in a happy daze, arms akimbo as we stop and take it all in every so often, screaming our heads off when we see black folk we know, running into ralph in the middle of the fray, or james, or kenny, or God knows who all, hugging perfect strangers, dancing with the kenyans, getting high as hell off of euphoria alone, greeting the senegalese mamas in french, tossing one back and then some with a random mexican or dominican or puerto rican or nuyorican, letting some african perch us up high on a phone booth or a box of some sort or maybe even his shoulders so we could have a kodak moment and relish it all later. feeling the unity, the oneness. feeling the love. and thinking over and over and over, just like tiny tim -- God bless us, everyone.
the last time that happened, the last time i felt anything that was anywhere near that feeling of togetherness and love that spanned the african diaspora and the whole world, really was at james brown's wake. that was nothing short of incredible. what a bright shining black moment that was. how elegant, how lovely. our differences melted away that night. the black pride was so strong, it was very nearly tangible. at least, mine was. always has been, actually. that's a bigger part of what makes me such an uppity negress. but i digress...
election night was our finest blackest moment. and i missed it. then again, so did renee. she's in puerto rico visiting a friend.
maybe they'll blow it out on 125 when he's inaugurated...
happy halloween! wanna see something really scary? it's senator mccain, turning himself into a walking, talking contradiction over the years about some fairly major issues. like those weapons of mass destruction. and the war in iraq. and the conditions there.
oy.
talk about edutainment -- this is an interesting fact check that barely scratches the surface about the things senator mccain said and done. he flip flops so much about such basic things that it makes him look really old and jaundiced and out of it, in this vague, spacey somebody-tell-me-what's-going-on kind of way.
ew.
there's going to be a lot of voter fraud on november 4th. by any means necessary, vote -- and if your state allows it, vote early.
obama camp worried about surprise, complacency - not mccain -- ...and they're right. a high percentage of people in this country don't vote. with record turnouts for early voters, voting booths have already proven themselves to be problematic. if people are standing in line for as long as 2 or 3 hours and the machines are breaking down already, what's going to happen on november 4th?
why do you think they won't release john mccain's health records? is it because he smoked 2 packs of cigarettes a day for 25 years? is it because he takes a handful of pills -- 6 different medications -- every day to hold himself together? is it because he has had every kind of skin cancer that you can possibly get? is it because in spite of the fact that he's had this skin cancer removed 4 times, he's got malignant melanoma now -- and there's no cure for it?
we all have the right to keep our medical records private but when you step into the public arena, you surrender that right because your good health is a strong indicator of your competency, and we need to know that you're healthy enough to actually do the job.
degenerative arthritis. vertigo. high blood pressure. high cholesterol. recent cataract surgery. allergies. who knows what else he's got that they aren't letting us in on! there's so much wrong with him that it's almost as though he's disintegrating right before our eyes from the inside out. who in their right mind would vote for that?
he's worse than dick cheney -- and everybody knows our current vice president is one sausage and egg bisquit away from a heart attack.
believe me -- in this day and age of personal trainers and physical fitness for all, there are plenty of spry, vibrant, healthy 72 year olds out there. unfortunately, john mccain isn't one of them. simply put, he is not a well man. isn't it obvious that he doesn't want anyone to know this?
