Politics, for a minute

I remember when I was a little kid when Jesse Jackson tried to win the democratic nomination for President. What I remember was talk about whoever the first black man was to win such a bid would probably meet the same fate as Martin Luther King Jr. or John F. Kennedy. I remember those conversations well, had in the inner city of New York. We, and when I say “we” I mean the multicultural group of people that we were, also had conversations about what cojones it would take for a black man to even want to embark on such a journey. One of the poignant issues in those discussion was whether or not this man’s wife would actually allow it.

And I am remembering these conversations last night as I listened to Obama speak in Minnesota as the presumptive nominee for President. I had a myriad of thoughts at lightning fast speed, about how this man also has cojones giving this speech in the house where republicans would officially nominate THEIR presumptive nominee …

And then the talk about his running mate. Hillary? Seriously?!?!?

I think I’ve proven my point that this man has some big brass cojones – and so I don’t see this man having a problem choosing someone else (Evan Bayh, Bill Richardson or even John Edwards) especially considering that Hillary’s been somewhat of a bitch to him trying to oust him from the running, playing the “girl card” and brining up racial issues and calling him out for all sorts of shit that McCain is likely to use against him. Hillary? My advice, President Obama is to keep it moving.

And granted, I’m biased … it’s either been a Bush or a Clinton in the White House since 1980 (Bush Sr. was V.P. from 1980-1988, then President till ’92, then Clinton through 2000 and then Bush Jr was President for the longest two terms I’ve ever lived) and I just can’t justify ping-ponging this ball back into the Clinton household. After all, this is a democracy, not some autocracy or dictatorship or whatever that we just hand from one family to another.

Go on wit’ yo’ bad self Obama … and my advice is to find your veep somewhere else. I mentioned three parenthetically that I’m good with. Just stay away from those old people – they’ll render your “CHANGE WE CAN BELIEVE IN” slogan a bit useless. Under 55 only, please. (And for the record, H doesn’t fall into this category)