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Palin Did Well. Well, Good Enough.

This intelligently ignorant conversation about the Vice Presidential debates is brought to you by the Three Ways crew.  With an emphasis on conversation.  Unlike when you watch those folks on TV, you don’t have to yell at the screen to express your views.  Type it out.  We want to hear, well see, what you have to say.  And with that said, onto our regularly scheduled programming…

Good morning.  I hope you joined the rest of the nation and watched the Vice Presidential Debates last night.  Or at least caught the replays on the news.  Before watching them I have to admit, I thought Palin was going to get destroyed by Biden.  In fact, within the first 15 minutes it looked like she was about to burst into tears and run off stage sobbing like an embarrassed little girl that messed up her lines during the school play.  But she didn’t.  So props to her for that.  She wasn’t great though, quite mediocre in actuality.  Which is the problem.  Most pundits, especially those on Fox News, are saying that she did well enough.  That she didn’t mess things up for McCain.  That logic is horrible.  It’s like saying just because a handicapped kid can make jump shots, we should put him in the NBA.  

Yes, she can talk, look into the camera and regurgitate processed information.  A trained parrot can do that.  She also diverted questions, didn’t answer in totality and rambled on and on about nothingness.  She was shooting bullets in the air like an enthused terrorist hoping to hit something.  Let’s not forget that this woman is 2nd in command.  After Dick Cheney’s rule term, we can see that position is quite important.  Especially with a presidential candidate that’s nearing his death bed.  We can’t settle for good enough.  I don’t want a 3rd round draft pick coming off the bench when my starter gets hurt.

Not to mention the verbage.  The colloquialism isn’t befitting of a person vying for such a high office.  Joe Six Pack and the Hockey Moms?  Shout out to the 3rd grade class?  Imagine if Obama or Biden referred to Fred Forty Ounce and the Basketball Moms as well as gave a shout out to the kids back in the Chi or Delaware.  It would be a wrap.  Quickly.  I want my President to be intelligent.  The same goes for my VP.  I like the personal connection, but I don’t need them to be the type I’d have a beer with.  I know the type of people I drink with.  I don’t want them to be running my country.  No offense guys.  

Just saying, let’s call a spade a spade here.  If she wants to compete with the big dogs, she has to have the same requirements. There’s no “good enough” when it comes to the White House.  

Seattle – Stay Classy San Diego – Washington



No, That’s the Other Black Guy

by Seattle Washington

Pssst.  Hey.  Yeah you.  Come here, I have something to tell you.  Y’know when you get me confused for the other Black guy in the office?  It really pisses me off.  I know, I know.  We all look alike.  Trust me, I’ve heard many of Black folk say the same thing about you.  But really, c’mon now there’s a handful of Black guys in an office of hundreds of people.  Sh*t, I’m the only one in this department.  Matter of fact, you probably see more Black people walking past the security desk in the lobby than you do walking in the hallways.  So how can you not keep us straight?

My face may remain stoic when you say “Hey Portland?  How are things?” but in my mind it goes a little something like this.  Mutha fucka, I’m Seattle.  Portland is five inches shorter than me and works in a different department.  I’m Six Foot Sexy.  Do you not see me and my tall ass walking around the hallway?  Just off height alone, how can you get us confused?  Not to mention we have different personalities, different jobs and rock different gear.  We sit on different floors man.  Furthermore there’s only a handful of us at this job, you mean you can’t keep us straight?  That’s some sad sh*t homie.  That’s beyond ignorant; it’s disrespectful.  

You may have noticed a change in how I talk to you too.  I know, I know before I used to tactfully correct you and giddily watch your face become red with embarrassment.  Now, I’ve gotten to a point where I’ll happily correct you and add in a touch of signature Seattle cynicism.  So when you say, “Hey Portland.”  I just respond, “No, that’s the other Black guy.  I’m Seattle.”  And I’m off before your jaw can hit the floor.  Call it tough love.

Y’know I read that when you’re not exposed to different races, the unique facial features, hair texture, and overall appearance that other races have will all seem the same for you.  I understand that you might have grown up in an area where everyone looked like you.  I don’t hold that against you.  But damn, you work with me everyday.  You mean, you still can’t get my homeboy and I straight?  Look around, it doesn’t take a genius to realize this is a very homogenous industry, but I seem remember your names.  And we have hundreds co-workers.  Even if I don’t know your name, I know you’re not the same person as Steve around the corner.

So please, get your sh*t straight.  We’re different.  Yes, different.  Black people do not come off an assembly line.  If you can remember the names of all the Black players on your local football team, their stats, and schools they went to, I think you can remember me and a couple other Black guys in the office.  Think of it as a starting line up and the sixth man.  Or maybe I should just get Washington printed on the back of every shirt I wear.  Seems like that’s the only time you can remember a specific Black person.  Well, that and if I ended up on the 10 o’clock news.

That Black Guy in the Office,

Seattle  Six Foot Sexy  Washington