For the past five days, Hillary has left the Natural free to roam the upstate fields and low country swamps of South Carolina. Bill has been gleefully going door-to-door in the black community in a quest for whom he may deceive and devour. Never one to go anywhere unaccompanied or empty handed, I envision Bill smartly tailored with a bucket of chicken in one hand and bucket of chitlins in the other. I shudder to think of the dumbstruck reactions of unsuspecting blackfolk upon discovering their pastor and the 42nd President of the United States on the front porch.
Investing myself emotionally in this campaign is truly a nightmare and the aforementioned image has kept me up for many a night. Ron Lester, a black political consultant who has handled the campaigns of several members of the Congressional Black Caucus, has produced a poll for Ebony/Jet Magazine, which shows Obama leading Hillary by a 37% to 27% margin. His margin of error is 2.9%. Worst case we’re looking at 34% to 30% with 22% undecided. I trust him because he told me to call him out of the blue one day and he encouraged me to keep writing.
In addition, his poll shows 26% of African Americans undecided. That’s a big number given the fact that the last day of respondents was polled the day after Hillary ripped Barack’s head off and shat down his throat. HOW IN THE HELL CAN ONE BE UNDECIDED AFTER SEEING THAT.
Damn. I don’t want to sound negative, but I just don’t feel good about South Carolina. The election is tomorrow, other polls show Obama firmly ahead by larger margins, but none was taken by a brotha well versed in deciphering blackfolks opinions.
After being introduced to phenomenal Michelle Obama, a homegirl with Georgetown, SC roots, they’d better not turn back around because Bill Clinton fell up in their crib brandishing some damn fried chicken and chitlins to make up for the Clintons stealthy triangulations and groundless attacks which made this campaign about race.