This whole election season must be a situation comedy to the gods of politics. I’m a black man running for President against a white woman in the Mississippi primary and the race is too close to call.
In Pennsylvania, I’m the hope for the future in a state with no hope and little future, running for President against that same white woman, and the polls say I’m closing the gap. Go figure.
I have about as much in common with people in Pennsylvania as Redd Foxx does with Bono.
Those two states merely underscore what has happened to politics. It used to be that you could predict what was going to happen, and the polls would simply report the obvious. These days, if anyone says they know what tomorrow brings, they’re either crazy or guessing.
To pick up votes in Pennsylvania Michelle told me that I have to learn to polka. Nothing could be stranger looking than a skinny black man trying to polka. People need to ask themselves if they want a President who can bring people together for the common good or a President who can polka.
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