Tag Archives: Barack Obama
Slowly, steadily, relentlessly, the news of Trayvon Martin’s killing has spread from Sanford, FL, to kitchen tables and sidewalks around the world. In less than a month, “the hoodie” has become the symbol of all that’s wrong with the “Stand Your Ground Act.”
“If I had a son,” said President Barrack Obama this morning, “he’d look like Trayvon.” Transparent code for what I would never have to tell my son: Please don’t wear a hoodie, don’t be outside after dark, keep your eyes down, do nothing that could be suspicious.”
Walking while black. Driving while black. Standing on a corner …
On Tuesday, I’m off to vote for, oh, let’s say Rick Santorum. My housemate will do similarly, although I think he’s leaning toward the old Mittster.
I noticed that former Louisiana governor Buddy Roemer is still on the Illinois ballot, though he officially dropped off the GOP slate and went rogue back in February. Rick Perry’s there, too, but he’s already got a defined-benefit pension gig in Texas. Oh, yeah, and good ol’ Ron Paul. He’s sure no John B. Anderson.
If the Susan G. Komen foundation board can reverse its tone-deaf decision to pull grant funding from Planned Parenthood, then the Obama administration can say “oops, we goofed” and rethink its decision mandating religious organizations include contraception in their employee insurance plans.
I think health insurance plans — public and private — should cover contraception. They didn’t “back in my day.” I am uneasy with this government vs. religion mandate.
Illinois voters ought to be able to tell the nation a couple of things about governance by charisma, ego and brilliance run amok. After all, we danced with Rod Blagojevich for a lot of years before the ex-governor flamed out while selling Barack Obama’s U.S. Senate seat.
None was better than Blago in front of an audience. Witness him at Rockford Register Star Editorial Boards, which I did many times. Having a governor in for an edit board always draws a full house. Even Pat Quinn gets a decent showing. Having Blago meant standing room only.
By the time, Michele Bachmann pledged yesterday to rally round the eventual Republican nominee for president, I’d wearied of hoping she’d come front and center as a viable candidate. She just couldn’t do it.
There are a handful of analyses on the whys of Bachmann’s fall from the elephant, including an empathetic one from Washington Post conservative columnist Jennifer Rubin. Most everyone has turned their attention to the “Santorum surge” — I am hating that word, surge.
But before Bachmann is little more than a footnote, three things did her in: