What goes around certainly does come around. The first black president’s wife isn’t black enough to be immune from charges of bigotry.
Isn’t it delicious?
I am, of course, speaking of the recent Democrat race war.
Now, let’s be fair. When Hillary Clinton praised Lyndon Johnson for signing the Civil Rights Act, she wasn’t subordinating Martin Luther King to him, nor do her husband’s initials suddenly stand for Bull Connor because he likened Obama’s policies to a fairytale (what was the big deal? Was he questioning Obama’s sexuality?). There were no racial overtones.
That’s the beauty of it.
The Clintons have long been proud members of the politically-correct thought police, playing the race card, dividing one American against another, seizing upon opportunities to cast opponents as bigots. Their ilk never shy away from playing pin the racial tale on the honky, claiming that traditionalist criticism of black figures, even when legitimate, is racism. It’s a good way to silence opponents who you can’t actually beat in debates.
Hillary also didn’t shrink from playing the sexism card in this campaign, talking about the “all-boys club” after she came under scrutiny in that Democrat debate a while back. It sure was convenient then.
Because of such people, many Americans walk on eggs, knowing that breaking one means the Imus treatment is nigh. Because of such people, many other Americans – mainly black folks – have become paranoid, believing that you’ll know when a white person is being racist because his lips will be moving.
This atmosphere has claimed many victims, such as scientist James Watson, sportscaster Jimmy “the Greek” Snyder, Rush Limbaugh (Jim McNabb comment), and Washington, D.C., official David Howard (used the word “niggardly”). But, just occasionally, this miasma extracts tribute from those who helped spew it. Bill Clinton was the first black president; now he’s as white as a sheet overnight. It’s poetic.