So the “Vote-for-the-person-you-dislike-the-least” race begins. The Black Man (“He’s so well-spoken and clean!”) and the White Woman (“Is she a lesbian? She always wears pant-suits!”) are neck and neck now that Hillary Clinton has won the New Hampshire Primary.

Although I am one of the most cynical individuals in the world, Barack winning in Iowa scared me because a breath of hope creeped into my lungs about one day saying “President Barack Hussein Obama.” Check out his speech. You can’t tell me this cat didn’t listen to an MLK sound byte before he went on stage.

 

And here is Hillary crying during a talk in New Hampshire. Some would have called it political suicide, I’m not sure what to call it. (I DO know that if McCain had cried they woulda crucified his arse.) 

I want to make it abundantly clear that I think she’s wack and won’t be a good president because she’s a sell-out, slimy career politician and NOT because she’s a woman. When I first saw this I thought she was done for, but it looks like MAYBE people saw some integrity. I am still skeptical enough to wonder if this was planned but if not, then more power to her. When it comes to Clinton, I work very hard to remember to combat my internalized sexism while also remembering that Hillary is NOT courageous, NOT for working-class/poor people, and pretty much “in the pocket” of Washington lobbyists…  

*Im-boutta-say-sumpin’-crazy-warning*

When I take a step back, I can’t believe I’m so into this race. The majority of my brain still believes there is a room of rich white men somewhere (“secret societies” are not a myth blud!) that controls ALL of this, and is playing our asses like marionettes. These men make decisions as to who will win the Primaries, dividing the democrats to make them feel confused as to who they should go with. In the end another fixed election will take place and President McCain will take stage. For ALL our sakes, I PRAY that I am a crazed conspiracy-theorist.

What appeals to me about Obama (despite his plethora of faults) is his ability to be so hopeful. I wish I was able to feel this optimistic about my country and truly believe that “change is on the way.” Martin Luther King comes to mind a briefly ONLY because he had a similar way of loving all people and believing in their “goodness” despite abundant evidence to the contrary. I think it’s incredibly easy to be cynical in the Amerika that exists today. To do the opposite is difficult, and while it may look like naivete to many people, without these “naive” and “optimistic” individuals we’d all be raindrops in a sea of cynicism. My daddy always taught me to work hard (’cause if you Asian and aint good in school, what you gonna do? Be a professional athlete? Be a Movie Star/Singer? Get real golden child. That sh*t aint gonna happen.) so that’s what I’ma do. I’m actually making a decision to attempt to hope that a Black man of mixed race whose first name rhymes with ”Iraq,” middle name is “Hussein,” and last name rhymes with “Osama,” can be my f*ckin’ President. 

And if he doesn’t, in the words of (fictional) MLK on The Boondocks, “I have seeeeen the Promise Land! And I won’t get there with ya…I’m going to Canada.” 

I feel like I just debated MYSELF. *sigh*
ColinMasashiEhara

p.s. I know it’s a week or so away, but here is an early birthday present to you all for Dr. King’s birthday Holiday. Thank you for telling us the TRUTH.

p.p.s. Aaron McGruder is ridiculous/amazing.