Hillary Clinton

POLL

I love how 44 can barely stop himself from laughing at the Democratic National Convention as he talks about how Dumb Donald (not the esteemed cartoon character from the beloved children’s cartoon, Fat Albert, but the other one) views himself. Dumb Donald thinks of himself as a “Himself,” when he’s really more like an “itself.” But I’m not here for that – now. I have a thought -an idea to connect our communities.

On Nov. 8 might police help the citizens they serve by helping them get to the polls? I understand they have an important job to do, but working with community leaders perhaps they could help coordinate shared rides or something.

In neighborhoods plagued by the trouble that comes with too little opportunity, parents and other caring adults in the community take back their streets daily, in the morning and the afternoon, by emptying out of their homes and lining their blocks to provide a human shield for their most precious treasures – their children.

A revolutionary act of kindness – to take ownership for all children, blood relation, neighbor or stranger. All of our children are the responsibility of all of us.

On Nov. 8, might some officers be available to be a peaceful presence en route to polling places, especially as it gets dark and/or in under-resourced areas?

It would be a good way for the people and the police to introduce one another to each other.

Remember in the Chris Rock movie, Head of State, his character, Gilliam Mays, a candidate for President, keeps his promise on election day to get his original constituents to the polls. Mays does this but driving his campaign bus throughout his community.
I love movies, plays, musicals. I love it when the lights go out and a more ideal version of us is illuminated.
Police Poll Patrol

YOUR

For those of you who have supported 44, I don’t know why you can’t support his choice for Secretary of State and keep on making history like we have for the last 8 years.

I understand that the election of a Black president and his remarkable success as the leader of a country that denies the plight and contributions of his ancestors and fellow Americans, has the status quo shook and that has reverberated into what can only be described as The Nightly Show, has so eloquently put it – Blacklash. But we shall not be moved.

Have you seen the Wiz? The movie, not the play. As the Wiz dictates which colors are in and out, the lyric goes: “I wouldn’t be caught dead in red.” Don’t get caught out there people. This is not a multiple choice test. There is only one answer.

I will have to pray because I know that there are those on the other side who feel just as strongly as I do. But I’m afraid. I’ve done everything to be successful and safe and I don’t feel like either. One of my biggest fears is that George Carlin, Marc Maron, Seth Macfarlane, Anthony Jeselnik and a bunch of other comedians I admire are right and that I’m deluding myself with this God thing. But at a time like this, all I can think of to not go mad is God help us!

GIRL

As a woman who has been told to smile on more than one occasion in the workplace, it is male privilege that allows men leaders to be ALL of themselves ALL of the time.

Women, on the other hand, are constantly adjusting body language, hair, tone of voice, cadence, volume, make-up and clothing to be viewed as competent AND likable, when the world of work is not designed for every boss to be liked.

Hillary is a boss!

You don’t have to be soft, gentle, kind or mousy with her record and her credentials. We need to evolve and let women leaders be all of themselves all the time.

You have turned her into something that you view as not authentic even though you are the reason for her personality contortions with insane, un-achievable views on what a woman leader should be, look like, sound like, do, etc.

It’s exhausting. So you have a job to do, now add gender poli-ticks, now add race, now add sexual orientation and all the other ways we filter and sort one another.

I don’t want to smile.

I don’t want to mute my $200,000 education.

I’m not always comfortable, why do I have to make you comfortable?

I can do more, go farther, go faster, and no, not everyone will be able to keep up with the pace; but I’m always hired to set the pace – because I’m a boss!

We are all grown, everybody out of the sand box! This ain’t high school, it’s the office. Popularity contests have been replaced by degrees, years of experience, quantifiable impact and an org chart.

You don’t have to like me. I’m leaving right after I do what I said I’d do! I won’t be here long. We ain’t got to be besties. We can’t be.

Wanna know the worst part? You already do, it’s men AND women that want me to adjust.

Ladies, I know you heard Beyonce say “let’s get into formation.” I’m trying to do my WEB DuBois bit and lift as I climb, but you want so desperately to leave me hanging, you don’t care what I can do FOR you.

So I’ll be “out here on my own” much like Irene Cara’s Coco sings in the movie, “Fame.” You’d rather be unsuccessful than let me help you. Your exclusion of me means you fail and you’re alright with that. And I’m alright with the automatic deposit of a check more than three times the size of yours.

We are not in formation, are we sister? We are not sisters, are we stranger? More than a century later the answer is no. The question is Sojourner Truth’s “ain’t I a woman?” And these sisters might as well be wearing hoods.

So I contort, dancing as fast as I can to be their vision of the perfect girl boss with all the time in the world to speak softly, careful to be ever so gentle so employees never suspect that I’m actually asking (hardly; telling – never) them to do anything. I’m to do this in (hurting azz) heels, perfectly accessorized, listening to all their angst whether it began yesterday or a decade ago, in full makeup, all while tracking the timely rotation of outfits.

Hell this got to do with revenue?! How come you ain’t fired these under-performing energy zapping, time wasters. How are we supposed to be successful if I can’t tell them the truth about why they are unsuccessful? Who is this fragile? Who has the privilege to be afforded this fragility?

It’s like playing the game of Taboo at work, where it is neither a game nor fun. Wrong word, wrong emphasis, wrong look and “you get eliminated” (In case you haven’t noticed, I have Mrs. Carter’s “Lemonade” on a constant loop. It is a panacea right now, curing much of what ails me.)

Be a boss.

Make yourself comfortable.

Be gentle with you.

Make that money.

Pay your bills.

Save your money.

Develop yourself.

Keep an eye out for what’s next.

You are always in formation with those who love you.

Work is a part of your life, not your whole life.

If it’s too much or too little, you can choose something else for you. Why? Because you are the boss of you!

 

 

FOUR

Three Dog Night might be mistaken. The loneliest number may not be one, it might be four. With no disrespect to the Green or Libertarian parties this is not a 4 candidate race. I don’t care what you see, what you hear, or who’s on your ballot.

Hillary, a woman with decades of experience as First Lady, Senator and Secretary of State who went to Wellesley and Yale is running against a reality TV star with a staccato 5th grade vocabulary who mocks the disabled and can’t stay away from a period joke when he’s mic’ed up. He also makes up nicknames to belittle those who oppose him the way a schoolyard bully does.

And it’s just the two of them. Don’t split the vote. We already know the end of that story.

She’s an insider. Insider only becomes an issue as more of us (anybody not a rich, white, male land-owner) get “in.”

She’s experienced and he is not even a novice, not even an amateur.

He’s an experiment.

One that will blow up in all of our faces.

I implore you to vote for Hillary Clinton.

You have one choice.

We have one choice.

Some of us will go back to being 3/5 of a person, being greeted by barking dogs and showered by fire hoses.

Some of us will be beaten back into closets.

New families will be broken.

For all of us still seeking a more perfect freedom, “fight like Hill” for someone who actually knows something about working toward a more perfect union.

 

VOTE

Today, I begin with a simple question? What the fuck?

Really, democrats, do you need a Black mama to threaten to smack the blue offa you, if you don’t act right?

Ask yourself two questions and get back to me.

  1. What has Secretary Clinton done to you?
  2. What has Donald Trump done for you?

The burn you will feel if Hillary is not president will come from global warming.

I really don’t know why people don’t like Hillary Clinton. She has spent her life in public service.

I also don’t care why people don’t like Hillary Clinton. Don’t like her. Hate her. But you gon’ have to vote her.

This is the part in the action movie where the warring factions come together to take down a bigger enemy. ‘Come with me if you wanna live.’ That’s Hillary talking to you.

It’s the moment in Assault of Precinct 13 with Laurence Fishburne and Ethan Hawke agree to put ‘their shit on pause.’

If Hill and Bern have put their shit on pause, all you uncredited, faceless extras need to get over it.

Getting over something is actually linked to privilege. Some of us have to get over it while others of us can take our own sweet time or never get over it.

Let’s take Bernie. I never saw how the old, white guy, was the progressive candidate.

And wouldn’t you know, when a woman secured the nomination and made history, that old, white man, sure did seem like a regular old white guy, overlooking HERstory. He never had to get over it, because he didn’t accept it until months later. What brown or LGBTQ person could keep running a race er’body knows they lost? That’s privilege, regular, old non-progressive privilege.

For many of us, for generations, elections have been about choosing the lesser of two evils. I was excited when I voted for my first president, Bill Clinton, and I thought I would break when he came on TV to apologize.

Of course, that’s part of the reason, some of you don’t like her. However, where was the outrage when we turned into England (the place we ran from) for a minute with the Bush monarchy of King/Father and Prince/Son.

Look, I get why you mad at Bill (though not why you are still holding on to that anger), but I’d rather have a Rhodes Scholar former president as a first gentleman than half-nude model, wifey #3. Despite Bill’s personal flaws, the Clintons have done a lot for many. Bill is a Rhodes Scholar, right? If Fox ain’t gotta fact check, I don’t have to either!

I will admit, I’ve been a little slow to understand the bern-ing love, but on Wednesday well past my bedtime, I suddenly stop singing Stevie Wonder’s “Signed, Sealed, Delivered” and began waling “I can’t live if living is without you,” over and over again.

So I get it now, Cooley High and Boys II Men got it right, “it’s so (friggin’) hard to say goodbye to yesterday.” I do think Bernie has been great moving to nominate our girl and not falling for the email bait. I feel it now. I feel the Bern. Let’s use that fire lighted underneath us to move our girl back down south!