ELECTRIC PEOPLE
Don’t touch me! I’m hot! You might get shocked. I’m electric… an electric Obamacan.
People with hope are electric. They light up at like lightening bugs at night. They carry a perpetual smile on their faces, with that far-away twinkle in their eyes.
But then I heard Hillary Clinton make a joke about “the skies opening” and all these hopeful idealistic delusions descending from heaven, as if to make fun of Barack Obama's message of Hope.
Is this her ideation of what HOPE is?
When you are born with a silver spoon in your mouth, the only HOPE you have is what next privilege you might get to enjoy. But when you are born with a rusty spoon in your mouth, your only HOPE is your next meal.
Hillary doesn’t understand. But the kid who grew up on the mean streets of Chicago, raised by a grandmother on fixed income, knows HOPE of a different sort. He is the poor boy who had the audacity to hope of becoming President of the United States, the kid who can related to the problems of a dejected hopeless people.
Eddie Griffin
Today is Monday, March 3, 2008, the day before the Texas primaries, and the Obama-Clinton campaigns have less than 24 hours to go to battle in the polls and the pits. The weather in Tarrant County has suddenly turned rainy and somewhat cooler.
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