Who said who said that? Was it Sen. Clinton who has had heaps of such accusations dumped in her lap like McDonald's hot coffee?
Nope. I'm afraid it's the one who has been missing that zing all along in this race for equal treatment – no matter what your race or gender or who taught you to shoot.
It's none other than Obama who flipped that card on the table with the same practiced ease of throwing back a shot of whiskey in an Indiana bar. No reason to travel all the way to Arizona for a wild-west scene says he.
Yessir. The card he flapped down on the blackjack table had “Boy” printed on it, not clubs or hearts or dare we say it – spades. But can we say “attaboy” for such a swift deal? Or even “boy howdy, what a backhand?”
Nope. After drawing a bloody nose from turning it up at small-town hunters who pal around with God, he had to direct EVERYONE'S attention to somewhere else like, hmmm, fried chicken, hmmm, or Whole Foods arugula, or, that's it – race.
And Representative Geoff Davis of Kentucky opened the “R” door. While at a GOP dinner he said he recently participated in a “highly classified, national security simulation” with Obama that was an eye-opener for Davis.
“I'm going to tell you something: That boy's finger does not need to be on the button,” Davis said. “He could not make a decision in that simulation that related to a nuclear threat to this country.” Boy, oh boy, er, I mean goodness sakes, girl, what a perfect storm of opportunity from a man whose name sounds like Jeff Davis.
He apologized for saying boy. Not about buttons or wobbly fingers.
But does that mean we have to say “girlcott” instead of “boycott” now or “It's not a girl,” instead of “It's a boy?”
How about some nice “Girlardee” ravioli tonight? For a girlstrous time?
Do we have to remember to say “down girl” even if it's a b.y dog? Are we forever stuck with b.y as with perfectly good curse words like d..n or s..t? Maybe we could use symbols like &$% as in the comics.
“&$%s and girls you will now open your books,” said the teacher. And, “&$%s will be &$%s,” said the mother to the fuming sister. And, #%@&*$, get outta here, &$%s, it's the cops!
Yep. It's confusing and amusing. From on high we got a manifesto that's a no-boyfesto. No more calling that particular human being by his right name for the sake of political correctness about race.
You're out of luck, &$%s.
Get ready for Girls R Us, Man.
