George Clinton’s latest rationale for remaining in the Democratic primary race is simply this: What if something were to happen to Barack Obama? In, say, June? Like Bobby Kennedy? Where he dies? What then? Are you listening, bitter white people? Assassination? Like Bobby Kennedy? With a gun? Thereby killing Barack Hussein Obama?
Even she felt compunction over this one. In a way. Enough to apologize to the Kennedy family, but not Obama.
Putting aside her continuing record of gross racial insensitivity (Who thinks it’s a good idea to, as a name-brand figure on the national political stage, invoke the killing of a black politician? Other than Mike Huckabee?), this is certainly a new low in her campaign. She’s gone from all-but-assured nominee to scrappy fighter to race-baiter to starving vulture, circling Obama’s wagon with the thought that if she’s lucky, she might have a fresh carcass to gnaw on.
I think we can now ascertain the real reason George Clinton suddenly took to guns in Pennsylvania. If someone else doesn’t do the job for her soon, she’ll grab a rifle herself and come after the usurper of her throne.
