At a benefit fundraiser Saturday night, I ran into an older woman with a sneer in her voice.
"I have a rule in elections," she said. "I don’t vote for anyone whose name I can’t pronounce."
"Oh," I asked, "McCain is that hard to pronounce?"
"I’m not talking about McCain," she sneered again. "I’m talking about the one with the un-American name."
The un-American name. Wow. In a nation founded by immigrants, I had to wonder: What’s an un-American name?
That leaves Obama, the one with the African surname, the one the woman said had the "un-American name."
She’s just another honkie in the woodpile, spewing her racist venom: Don’t want no colored folks in the White House unless they’re mopping the floors and washing the dishes.
God. Such people make me want to vomit all over their lilly-while view of the world.