The increasingly unhinged Clinton-or-death absolutist Larry Johnson "reports":
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I could wind up with egg on my face, but sorry, Larry -- I don't believe it. You don't telegraph something like this and then hold it for months -- you either get it out there or you hide it and then spring it.
And you know what? This white guy doesn't care. Even with Sly and the Family Stone's equivalence lyrics now going through my head (Don't call me nigger, whitey / Don't call me whitey, nigger), I've never felt deeply abused or diminished by the word "whitey." It isn't an equivalent; it just doesn't represent the power of societal dominance.
And hell, we pale folk nickname some of our own Whitey.
Larry, let it go. To her credit, Clinton herself has been pulling her punches and giving Obama backup in response to Bush and McCain's appeasement-baiting. You're trying to be more Catholic than the Pope.
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