Baracky Road
As we approach Barack Obama’s culminating speech at the Dem Nash Conv, I wonder how long it will be before the Evil Underlords of the Republican Party pull out the race card in all its fearmongering glory.
I guess I could be considered a racist, in that I can’t honestly say it makes no difference to me that Obama is African American. It actually does make a difference to me; I’m freakin’ glad he is, and hope that our electing this erudite and sensible man to the Presidency will send a message to the world — a world that our current administration has so dilgently and thoroughly alienated. I hope it will signal that America has regained its ethical compass and is ready to rejoin the world party. And bring snacks.
So, when the race card is ultimately and ignominiously brought forth, the best thing we can do is laugh. Mock it for the outdated and desperate squirm that it is. And what better anthem to help keep that healthy detachment than the one from Designing Women: