It's always interesting to me to imagine some absurd thing like what if the president was born black instead of white. If I had a large staff of researchers on a payroll, the first thing I'd do is get actuarial tables and make fruitful comparisions. I'd trace each significant factor in GWB's life and imagine how those factors would play out if he had been born black. More than likely, our black GWB would have ended up in Viet Nam--probably would have been injured and sent home with his pant leg pinned up. A not so bright black kid with an obvious langauge impediment most probably wouldn't have gotten into Yale--even with affirmative action. If he drank alot, like our own GWB, I'll bet no black Laura would have married him--let alone put up with him for so many years. One coke bust and a few DUI's and our man would probably have done a little jail time...instead of Yale time. In fact, that homeless guy on the corner, yeah, the one with one leg--with just a little twist of luck, he could have been president! What a country!
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Fantastic Idea!
Let’s find out what would happen if Mrs. Hillary Clinton, the next Democratic candidate for the presidency of the United States was born and African-American woman.
First off, the fabled love story of Bill and Hillary would be non-existent. I am confident that back in the ’60’s, as well as today, Mr. Clinton would have no objection to a torrid love skirmish with a mouthy, humorless Black Panther hindered with an overabundance of “junk in the trunk.” He’d hop on that as quick as you could say, “Monica Lewinsky,” or “Paula Jones,” or “Kathleen Wiley,” or “Juanita Broaddrick,” or “Gennifer Flowers,” or . . . ahh. . . I grow weary. The point I’m making is that Bill Clinton would have no problems bedding down a young and black Hillary Clinton. She would definitely be El Camino material.
The problem arises afterwards, with Hillary and Bill not inhaling their favorite intoxicant. Hillary turning to Bill, her ‘fro jutting from out underneath the olive colored Castro cap she put on just before they made sweet, socialist love, and asks Bill, “Is you gonna marry me, William Jefferson Clinton?”
And Bill, clearing his throat as if in rehearsal for an even more defining moment, looks directly into Hillary’s big brown eyes, and whispers softly, “That all depends on what your definition of the word “is” is, baby doll.”
The most troubling part is that the “first black President” would not take a black woman to be his wife. Politically, it would not be the most prudent move. Of course, Bill would take a political poll--just to make sure.
Bill would end up with another white woman, not as power-driven as Hillary, but one that he could none-the-less be unfaithful to and more importantly: humiliate without cause.
After her affair with Bill, Hillary realized that she needed strong direction and was accepted into the West Point Academy. Afterwards, she served in Vietnam and managed to receive several medals for bravery (not the questionable John Kerry type). As her rank rose, Hillary steadily became increasingly influential to both political parties. But her hawkish nature and her unassailable devotion to Ronald Regan made her the darling of the GOP.
Today she is never far from Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice’s side, fighting against the terrorists that are raised from birth to hate and kill Americans. God Bless America.
Brilliant!
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