Mr. Articulate One Step Closer to Oval Office

Looks like poor Mrs. Clinton is in trouble for saying white people like her. Oddly, the trouble has not amounted to much. Perhaps that’s because, at this point, what happens to her is about as significant as what happens to Chris Dodd.

Someone needs to make a 3 a.m. call. And they need to say “Go back to sleep.”

I’m surprised that, as the wife of a black man, Mrs. C hasn’t been more popular among black people. It must be that “black man’s Kryptonite” thing. White women take all the successful black men. Clarence Thomas. Worf. Okay, I can’t think of all that many. But couldn’t Hillary have let a sister have the first black President?

Maybe Mrs. C needs to pay a visit to Black People Love Us and find out what she’s doing wrong. Maybe blacks are mad at her because she gave up on that cool African-American accent she was working on a while back. I was totally down with that. I was hoping she’d get herself some dreads and start drinking Pepsi.

Where would Pepsi be today without black people? White people only drink it when they have no choice. You know. You get to the picnic late, and there’s that warm bottle of Pepsi, rolling around in the melting ice at the bottom of the cooler.

Pepsi and menthol cigarettes. That’s what Hillary needs. If she could only learn to scat with a Kool in her hand.

I think the point of Black People Love Us is to help white people understand that no matter how hard we try to become black, we will never quite make it. With one exception. And his luck didn’t rub off on his wife.

Like Bill Cosby used to say, “Rat own, rat own.”

Not sure how that’s relevant to anything.

Busy day today. Marv may manage to blog.