In The Closet For Hillary

A glaring horrendous revelation from someone very close to me the other day--she's pulling for (gasp) Hillary Clinton!!

That revelation is "glaring and horrendous" not because of anything Clinton has or hasn't done, but because of African-American reaction to it. According to my friend, who is African-American, other Black folks basically bite her head off when she acknowledges she is not supporting Barack Obama.

"You're not supporting Barack??!!" they say, obviously incredulous that any Black person would consider not voting for the Black candidate. That's why I'm not using her name in this blog--she's hiding out. She is in closet for Hillary.

I understand the feeling. I've written before about how important this candidacy has become to Black Americans. But its deeply ironic to think that for Obama to win, White folks have to buy in to the whole post-racial-bring-us-all-together-thing ...something it appears many Black people haven't quite bought into themselves.

On the other hand...Barack is 'only' getting a bit more than 90 percent of African-American support, so there are at the least several hundred thousand Black Americans who agree with my friend--plenty for a really good-sized support group.

Everyone else --lay off!! This is America, after all.

Bowling for Votes

He can hoop. He can dance. (a little, which is a lot for any politician) He can even look good in a swimsuit, which is a lot for anyone over 35. We now know what Barack Obama absolutely cannot do.

Homey can't bowl. Not a lick. While campaigning in Pennsylvania this week, Obama scored a ridiculous 37. To put this in perspective, I suck at bowling. This past weekend I was drafted into it and a 13 year old girl destroyed me. And after two games I averaged about a 76. Twice as good as 'gutter ball' Obama.

Seriously, they had little kids bowling with the bumpers up to prevent gutter balls who scored better the Senator.

This all matters because Obama has got to convince those blue collar good ol' boys (and gals) that a feller from Harvard Law is okay to hang with and therefore vote for. Kill me for saying this, but he can't be seen as any old 'girly-man.' And I gotta tell ya...knocking down a 37 is not a good start.

Speaking of which, we now also know how Obama is keeping that girlish figure out on the campaign trail when most candidates bulk up from all the long hours, bad food and lack of exercise.

Here's an excerpt from the New York Times political blog on Obama in the Chocolate Factory.

Cheryl Burton offers the candidate a thick chocolate cake with white chocolate frosting. He looked at this thing, clearly a little worried; it’s only been 45 minutes since he was asked to inhale three varieties of chocolate.
“Oh man, that’s too decadent for me."

Obama..eat the freakin' cake!! I know you're trying to keep it all under control, but what do you want..a 32 inch waistline, or those chocolate ladies' votes?