Much of the focus on the Edwards campaign has been on Johnny Hair-Boy's remarkably insincere attempt to be the rich white guy who feels the pain of poor minorities. However, the real fun over at Camp Caucasian is waiting to see what Mrs. Hair-Boy will say next. This week finds Loopy Liz lamenting the fact that, for marketing purposes, her husband's $400 salon treatments can't transform him into an African-American female. This seems to be the reason why they rely so much on the Web. It would appear that there is a glass ceiling for insanely wealthy white guys when it comes to television advertising.
Quoth Mrs. Hair-Boy, "We can't make John black, we can't make him a woman. Those things get you a lot of press, worth a certain amount of fundraising dollars. Now it's nice to get on the news, but not the be all and end all."
My, my...what a concisely bundled little message of racism and sexism. If that same quote had come from any of the GOP campaigns CNN would have hired sky writers and Sean Penn to get the message out. This is an insidious double standard in America: Democrats can be racists and sexists because they are the ones who say they want to fight racism and sexism. How do they do this? Through a never ending supply of federal programs that purport to help but really do nothing more than encourage the kind of tokenism displayed by Mrs. Hair-Boy's enlightened liberal comments.
The Republican candidates are willing to attack Sens. Clinton and Obama on what they say and do rather than what they are. Where they see legitimate opponents Mrs. Edwards sees a black guy and an uppity broad.
Hate to tell you this Liz, but both of them have well oiled campaigns and actual messages they want to get out. In the long run, the world doesn't care that your husband hates Bill O'Reilly. Our real enemies are in Iran, Iraq and some caves scattered throughout Afghanistan, not at the Newscorp building in Manhattan. The serious candidates address and debate these very real issues.
The increasingly marginal candidates scream about the Curse of Whitey over the whining of a blow dryer.
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