I MUST BE FRENCH…
I’ve be thinking about the Reverend Wright/Barack Obama problem. At first, I thought it would just blow over. After all, McCain grabbed the endorsement of that apocalypse preaching loon John Hagee and no one seemed to mind. But when it came to Wright, the media, exercised such restraint, such forethought, and such insight, I was forced to recall the words attributed to Edmund Burke, who said “…there were three Estates in Parliament, but in the Reporters Gallery yonder, there sat a fourth Estate more important far than they all,” and because Burke was right and the media is “important,” I had to look again.
And there it was, the pithy thoroughness that made me reconsider this sordid affair.
Of course, the media is right: you are who you know – you aren’t who you are.
My father-in-law is a Fox News prime demographic, and I can’t disown him, so I have to be a 75 year old conservative white man.
Then again, my brother is an old school screaming liberal, and I can’t disown him, so I must be something of a commie.
A good friend of mine is a 6’10” Harvard educated lawyer who played college basketball, and I can’t disown him, so I must be well connected, and I can finally go to my left in the paint.
My brother-law-is a materials scientist and a vegetarian, and I can’t disown him, so check out the big brain on me, and take the meat off my Big Mac please.
My dear friend is a 5′2″ woman, who was one of the best teachers I ever had and can dance like an angel, and i can’t disown her, so must be a small woman who can actually keep the beat.
I have cousins who live just outside of Paris and are among the nicest people I know, and I can’t disown them, so I must be French…and nice…that’s possible, isn’t it?
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