Luckybastard's black?

Well, you learn something new every day. I suppose that it would be pertinent to point out the purpose of this political blog in an alliterative fashion. What ol' Lucky and myself are going to attempt to do is humanize what everyone who lives or works in a demographically diverse enviroment experiences everyday. Lucky and I are both avid blog readers, and we will in time be posting some of our favorite reads on the right hand side. However, one thing that I believe we both have noticed is that there is a real lack of intellectual and ethnic diversity in the mainstream lefty blogosphere. For instance, me being Scotch-Irish, I am clearly under-represented. In the future, I hope that you will be able to come to this site and get a diverse array of opinions from people whose life experiences have been very different. I think the one thing that many people will find surprising is not the fact that Lucky and myself agree on issues, but instead the differences in the way we look at the issues that bring both of us to the same conclusions.

Moral Mudslides

So i'm here at the good ole APWU thinking about the 2 biggest stories of the last 5 days- Geraldine Ferraro's comments and Elliot Spitzer. The common denominator that i see in both these stories is that you have parties- Clinton's campaign and Spitzer- who have decided to pitch their tent on Mt. Moral High Ground. Unfortunately, like many others who have staked their claim there, they failed to see the warning sign:

This area is prone to heavy rains and occasional mudslides

When your campaign throws the proverbial kitchen sink at an opponent and then becomes righteously indignant when called a monster by a surrogate- you've pitched your tent on Mt MHG. When a close surrogate of yours less than a week later makes a much more incendiary racial comment about your opponent and you weakly disapprove- this is the heavy rain and mudslide.

When you campaign for governor on your supposed moral authority and black/white worldview- this is pitching your tent on Mt MHG. When you are humiliated and banished by engaging in the same activities you've prosecuted others for by the same methods you used- this is the heavy rain and mudslide.

So this is what privilege feels like?

In this, my maiden blog, I'd like to thank the Lord for my good fortune of having been born a Black man in these here United States of America. The opportunities for the majority of young Black men 2 generations after the height of the Civil Rights era are bountiful. Thank you, Geraldine Ferraro for pointing this out. And all those pesky numbers concerning dropout rates, single parent households, innercity school performance and a myriad of other sobering statistics, we can just ignore because it's definitely easier for a man of color to ascend to the presidency than a white man. So this is what privilege feels like, huh?