A bitch received an e-mail from a certain Joanna requesting my thoughts on Dr. Condi Rice.
This bitch lived in Texas when Condi burst onto the scene following Scooter’s 2000 Presidential election uh…ummm…well…decisionesque Supreme Court election deciding moment FROM HELL!
And let me tell you, that moment from hell was beyond painful when experienced surrounded by Texans for Bush. Lawd, y’all have no fucking idea!
Anyhoo, many of those same Texans seemed to think that this bitch should be thrilled because Condi was in the Scooter bullpen...
“She’s black! Just like you!”
Yes, she’s black…but she’s not just like this bitch.
A bitch explained that my ass didn’t embrace a person simply because they are black….there’s a little thing called substance that a bitch looks for in all people. And nothing pisses me off more than assumed acceptance based on race.
“But how can you not love Condi? She’s so…well spoken and educated!”
Lawd, give me strength! And so a bitch often replied…“So was Stalin” or something along those lines.
This bitch, being the recipient of many a ‘you speak so well’ comment, rolled my eyes and pondered the act that, in one area, Condi and my ass were in the same boat.
Beyond a bitch’s obvious problems with Condi’s policy positions, eagerness to infuse religion into American politics and general approach to all things, this bitch finds Condi disappointing.
To see a woman who demonstrated so much drive in her early years take a backseat to a person of lesser intelligence is disturbing. It’s her right to do so, but it’s still disappointing. And this is not simply because she is black…it is this same common decision that bother’s a bitch about all of the women behind scooter.
Walk with me a second. My ass isn’t talking about what they believe or advocate, but rather about the fact that they are advocating for an idiot better than the idiot could do for his own ignorant self.
Shit, a bitch hates Ann Coulter with a passion not just because she’s an idiot preaching stale neo-con rhetoric but because she’s willfully sacrificed her acknowledged intellectual chops on behalf of a political movement that would have preferred her barefoot and pregnant to racking up A’s at Cornell. Her thoughts make me gag…her lack of any feminist drive coupled with her inability to see the inconsistency of her rhetoric when contrasted to her life experience is what actually produces the vomit.
But we speak of Condi and my thoughts on her.
This bitch acknowledges Condi’s resume and wishes she didn’t hold herself as if she is holding in a monster shit. But fuck it…who the fuck knows Condi anyway?
All we see is Condi’s vision of what The Man would prefer her to be. Ever grateful and loyal, she’s a throwback to a generation that defined themselves by the acceptance of the powerful…success by being handed the keys to the club...and respect by getting a seat at the table through dedicated assimilation. And judged on that scale Condi is batting a thousand.
A bitch’s opinion is that Condi is a black woman with a certain resume, a certain wardrobe and a certain public poise…who this black woman judges to be wrong in her beliefs, application of those beliefs and continued pandering to The Man.
And when she speaks on his behalf?
Well, she just speaks so well...