Wednesday, June 04, 2008

I think there are similarities between Clinton's refusal to concede last night, and the woman who refuses to acknowledge I gave her a bottle of wine on Sunday. First, both women have some thinking to do. Clinton has to balance what is best for her with what is best for the Democratic Party. My neighbor is just moving into her place, and she probably has yet to find that time to think about any type of return gift. I understand that. Two, technically, neither woman has to do anything. Clinton could decided not to concede, not to help out her party and she can keep exhaust all of her options in an effort to wrestle the apparent nomination away from Obama. And my neighbor could ultimately decide that she does NOT owe me any kind of thank you or acknowledgement, and she could go in and out of her apartment, see me from time to time, and not miss a beat at all. Finally, both Clinton and my neighbor will annoy the shit out of me if they don't do something fairly quickly. I'm tired of this Clinton/Obama race, and I'm tired of coming home everyday wondering whether or not my neighbor is going to give me a card, come by and say thanks or something. I'm sure one of you reading this right now, is saying, Rashad, will you let it go for God's sake. And my response is that I will...eventually.

By the way, I had weird feelings on the train this morning. The fact that a black man could very well be the president, hit me in a way it hadn't really hit me up until now. It was a weird sense of pride I had while on the train, and it made me wonder what those people who still really don't care for black people may be going through. If I thought the Clinton/Obama process was tiring and annoying, I am definitely going to get sick of the Obama/McCain b.s. too. I still think McCain is going to win this election, but hey, I thought Serena would win the French Open too, so go figure.

Up until now, I have refrained from writing a single word about this damn Celtics/Lakers series. Since the last playoff game was played last Friday, up until today, every sports (and some non-sports) media member has talked about it, and I am sick of it. I just want the games to start, so I can write about them. And once the games DO start, please go over to this site, since me and a host of other basketball lovers will be writing and analyzing this joyous time of the year called the NBA Finals.

Too Much - Al Green

6 comments:

Chubbs said...

Just go over and ask "Did you get the bottle of wine we left? Cuz I wanted to make sure no passerbys may have nabbed it by accident." There, just speak up...force a "thank you," or leave it alone--either way, lesson learned: Your neighbor doesn't deserve anymore neighborly good-natured gifts.

So many thoughts are swirling in my head about Obama as well...it's a dream realized, but it's just the beginning, and well...

Sab D said...

Hillary reminds me of the lady in Lean on Me that refuses to give Joe Clark the megaphone

Janelle said...

I agree with Chubbs and Sab D. You could in typical Black Larry David fashion, overreact, kick rocks at her door, and then find out later she travels for work alot and hasn't had a chance to settle in and thank you properly. And then be forced to buy her another bottle of wine for the rocks embedded in her door. HA!

Nina said...

Sab D---clever comparison and completely appropriate. I laughed out loud. :)

one soulful negro. said...

hillary has really brought out an emotion i've never known to exist within me before. she has brought on this exhaustion that i have never experienced and i really hope that when the dust settles she goes away for a good long while and really think about the shit she has stirred-up. her and her husband and all of their tom-fooolery.

with that said, your neighbor is turning out to be exhausting too i see. i say bump it and keep trucking. sometimes thats all it is, a kind gesture without in reciprocated exchange.

SistaSocialite said...

Ugh Hilary Hilary!!


The Lakers are gonna win


Yay Obama... It's going to be REALLY (I can't find a word for it) to have a black president...