I’m heading back today from Missouri after playing attorney this weekend.  At dinner last night, we got into a discussion about the Presidential race.  A old friend from law school asked me what I thought Barack Obama’s chances were of becoming President?  I told him, based on the polling data (Barack leads in five of the seven key battleground states) and the fact that John McCain doesn’t work weekends, pretty good.  I also threw in my two caveats.  First, in politics a day is a lifetime and anything can happen and it usually does.  Second, some people who say they will vote for him to a pollster may not do so in the voting booth, mainly because they don’t want to be accused of being racist.

Now my friend is true bedrock conservative from Kansas, and he told me despite how disgusted he as with the GOP at the national level, he didn’t know if he could bring himself to vote for Barack. I told him I understood, but I gave him something to think about.  I told him if America finally gets a Black President, no one can yell about racism anymore.  He looked at me kind of strange.

I told him to take a step back, all the race hustlers and poverty pimps who complain that white cake is called angel foods cake and black cake is called devil foods cake.  They will have no place to go if Barack gets into office.  Since there are more Whites in America that Blacks, they will be the ones to put Barack in the White House, not Blacks.  I mean think about, if someone calls you racist, you respond with, “I’m not prejudiced, I voted for Obama.”  What could be more salient than that.   And for Blacks, they can no longer complain about the man, because a Black President means they are the man!

And finally, I told my friend to picture this,  imagine Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton getting ready to hold a protest rally over some bogus issue, and you show up and tell him, hey there’s a Black President now, so this is you people’s problem.   Jesse and Al would have to go away and they could never complain about racism again.

The thought of Jesse and Al never talking again brought a smile to my friend’s face.  And I think he just might actually vote for the brother from another mother.

I have to go pack, talk to you tomorrow.