House of Cards
Patricia J. Williams has been making too much sense again.
It was delightful, those early days when Republicans were in fractious disarray and the Democratic field bloomed with interesting candidates like a pasture full of daffodils–any of them! All of them! Bluebirds sang. We were rolling in good will. Now, however, John McCain has unified the right with a lizardy, smothering oil of “my friend,” “my friends” and “hey listen, pal.” And Democrats are chewing each other’s legs off. Instead of discussion about substantive positions, a distressingly large proportion of the debate is epitomized by an e-mail I received from a good friend: “In my state, a black man trumps a white woman and that’s that. So what do you suggest?” Here’s what I suggest.
Go see what she suggests. Hat-tip to LJ Blackfolk.
