America, the beautiful.

It is quintessential americana to have the underdog triumph. Michelle Obama arrived at the opening night of the Democratic National Convention in Denver, CO under a barley hidden glare of skepticism and showed America not just her best self, but the best America can and should be. Her biography is what the American Dream is all about.

The story of her family making ends meet, surviving the pitfalls and challenges of life on the southside of Chicago is a narrative all Americans can identify with. A narrative that lately has not been cast in Blackface. The victim narrative is what would be typical here, however the current victimization diatribe was not even touched upon. The narrative that casts Black life as defeated which has been trumpeted by many pales in comparison to the reality that daily Black families across this nation find a way to succeed against the odds, seek no handouts and take no quarter. James Brown said it best..."I don't want nobody to give me nothing...open up the door, I'll get it myself".

The universal theme of a father continuing to perform in his role of provider and leader, despite the onset of illness (in this case Multiple Sclerosis) touched all hearts. This speech, this approach is not what the pundits expected. This was not elitist talk about education and law school and higher purpose, this was a down to earth, grass roots narrative about the GOD given human spirit that continually rises.

Entering the convention hall - introduced by her big brother to the sound of Stevie Wonder's - "I Was Made To Love Her" was a nice touch, warm and authentic and again fully American. Michelle Obama cast her "First Lady" stance squarely in "family values" as a wife and mother, not as the VP by default (this should go a long way to quell paranoid fears of a black Militancy occupying the Oval Office - ie The infamous New Yorker magazine cover art). This was Michelle the beautiful, the wife, the executive, the mother, the new definition of women's right that says I can be all three and not diminish or substitute. This was Michelle the peacemaker, extending an olive branch the "Clintonites" who for the past month have worn their anger and disappointment on their sleeve. This was Michelle the civil servant who embodied the spirit of the Women's Right and Civil Rights movements as one.

If I were to grade her speech I would give it an "A". She was poised, confident and warm. She did struggle with the teleprompter at times but this only added to the conversational nature of her delivery. In just over 20 minutes Michelle Obama affirmed her role as The First Lady and her patriotism when she said.. "All of us driven by the simple belief that the world as it is just won't do, that we have an obligation to fight for the world as it should be and that is the thread that connects our hearts....that is why I love this country". Michelle, Barack and all of us are America, the beautiful.

Arrogance, Entitlement & Women's Rights...Hillary Style

The long and winding road in Senator Hillary Clinton's quest for the Oval Office in 2008 seemed to have come to a conclusion when she finally conceded defeat to Senator Barack Obama, the current presumptive Democratic Presidential nominee. In her speech of June 7th, 2008 Ms. Clinton spoke of a hard fought campaign, she told of her respect for Obama and the need for unity within the Democratic Party. "The way to continue our fight now, to accomplish the goals for which we stand is to take our energy, our passion, our strength and do all we can to help elect Barack Obama as the next President of The United States of America." Hillary Clinton was proud in defeat, but she also appeared gracious and satisfied. I guess my Native American brothers were right when they observed, white man speak with forked tongue.

Taking a page out of Brett Favre's "retirement" playbook, we now hear Hillary declaring to her bitter and displaced "18 million" loyalist (really, you spoke to all 18 million....?)...hell naw, it ain't over! I guess Ms. Clinton is gonna assure that her fat ladies get to sang...'cause America's Got Talent, not to mention cojones!!

What arrogance! How does one lose all the necessary delegates and super delegates needed to secure the party's nomination, finally concede to the nation the loss of the nomination, end all campaign efforts, drop out the public eye for months and reappear demanding their name be placed on the nomination ballot in the upcoming convention? "Catharsis" my carcass! What we are witnessing is nothing more than arrogance, entitlement and latent White supremacy (disguised as women's rights) raising it's ugly head.

Hillary Clinton is appealing to the lowest common denominator in her supporters by implying that, as a member of the privileged class, they can at anytime - demand the rules be changed. She has arrogantly stated that this demand is not for her, but would somehow serve a greater good. Yes, Hillary is doing this for y'all - you poor forgotten "Clintoncrates" who are now, what?...political refugee's - homeless and lost without a Clinton on which to cast a ballot. I guess from Hillary's point of view, her supporters would rather fight than switch...some things will never "change". This, Senator Clinton is not the path toward party unity. Unfortunately the Democratic Party leadership has decided to allow Hillary Clinton's name be placed in nomination during the Democratic National Convention which begins August 25th, 2008 in Denver, CO.

It has been noted that "denial" is not just a river that flows in Africa, it obviously also runs deep in the Clinton camp as well and they are drowning in it. Face it Hill, when you proudly announced your candidacy in 2007 the race was yours to win...you were by all accounts (mostly your own - who can forget this soundbite from December 2007 - "I'm in it for the long run. It's not a very long run. It'll be over by February fifth..." also known as Super Tuesday) the front runner, yet somehow you snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. Yes, the cards were once stacked incredibly in your favor and as tragic as it may be from your vantage point, you lost, and to a...dare I say it...a, a...well you fill in the blank. There in of course, lies the rub.

It conjures up for me images from a Mel Brook's film I adore...Blazing Saddles. It is the scene were the good wholesome townies await the arrival of the presumptive....um, in this case - Sheriff of Rockridge. In my re-write the scene opens with a craggy old Clinton supporter high atop a Church steeple in the middle of town, gazing off into the distance for the first glimpse of the long awaited hero. A throng of well wishers wait anxiously for the news of the Sheriff's arrival with beaming faces, hopeful hearts and a "Laurel and Hardy" handshake (yuk, yuk!). As the distant rider and his steed slowly approach town, our rooftop scout squints hard through his telescope and realizes, in shock and amazement that the rider on the horse, the savior, the presidential nominee for the Democratic Party, is not a Clinton but...to quote Mel Brook's movie script...."The Sheriff is a n.....!" the last word drowned out by the gong of the church bell.

Wake up Hillary, it's over.