Democratic Draft Day
by Bucktowndusty
I couldn't help but to think of the NBA drafts when I learned Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama had a secret meeting at Senator Diane Feinstein's Washington D.C. compound.
Professional athletes have their lawyers/agents wheeling and dealing on their behalf, trying to get the best arrangement possible. The athletes sometimes don't care which team picks them up as long as they get the best deal. Same holds true for the owners; sometimes they don't care if the athlete has baggage. As long as they benefit the team, all is forgotten.
So, here's Hillary and Barack. They're both topnotch political athletes, but unlike professional team ownership and athletics, the owner in this political arena deal is a black man, and the athlete sought after is a short white lady that can't jump. And, there's no political lawyers/agents needed for this deal, since both Barack and Hillary are sharks with law degrees. All they needed was a tank to swing around in, which Feinstein provided.
Barack knows Hillary has baggage – he told the public so for 10 months trying to get the Democratic nomination over her. Now, though, that he's gotten the #1 pick, he's willing to play nice with Hillary and meet with her. Hillary doesn't care which team she endorses, as long as the price is right.
Just as college athletes hide their booster kickbacks from public scrutiny, Hillary surely thought of a way to hide the boatload of cash Barack certainly gave her (I wonder how much Feinstein got for hosting this midnight bowl game, too).
Alas, this is the way of political drafts.
I just wish – to put icing on the cake of this similarity I pondered – that Hillary, during her concession/endorse Obama speech, would have put on an Obama hat like the NBA draftees do.
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I Could'a Had a V8
by A. Hamilton
Growing up in a slum section of Washington D.C. in the late 1940s put white cells in our blood systems on red alert twenty four hours a day.
We had bust-ass immune systems that defeated mumps, measles, chicken pocks, whooping cough, boils and cooties. The last of which forced us to wear ladies' stockings tight over our heads that also served as a tell-tale, invisible sign flashing off and on, "The plague."
As kids, the illnesses we feared most were the ones that put you in an "Iron Lung," or VDs that would rot your privates off, as witnessed in the medical museums of D.C..
Over the years our Nation conquered these ills with medicines and teachings of awareness, but lately there seems to be a resurgence of these Petri dish hell raisers.
I'm not saying that there is any connection, but this week there has been an out break of salmonella in our states bordering Mexico. It seems tomatoes, probably millions, probably illegal, have poisoned hundreds of Americans.
Go figure!
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