Cluck, Cluck, Cluck...

By Russ Vaughn

A few weeks ago when Geraldine Ferraro was dumped from the Clinton campaign for speaking the simple, recognized truth by anyone except completely brain-dead Liberals, that Obama would not be where he is today were he white, I said to myself, "The Liberals' chickens are coming home to roost."

For far too long conservatives and Republicans have been roundly trounced by the mainstream media for even the most innocent observation that race might just be a factor in some Black Democrat's political ascension or even his/her demise. For Republicans to merely hint that race might be significant in any political situation has been viewed as the same thing as that individual going on the evening news and trumpeting to America and the world the dreaded, N Word.

Last night on Fox News, I watched Geraldine herself tap dance all around the irony. She has been and is continuing to be savaged by the left-wing element of her party in very much the same way that these same barnyard fowl pecked to death the Republicans, while in the past, she sat outside the fence and watched with delight, cheering them on. Geraldine may have the courage to speak truth to Obama's success, but she sure doesn't have the courage to recognize and admit that her summary political defeathering came at the hands of a fanatic flock she'd been throwing feed to for years.

To my absolute delight, in the very next segment of Hannity and Colmes, Ann Coulter and talk show host, John Carlson, made precisely my point, that liberal Democrats are now being consumed by the mindless, feather-brained, politically correct savagery that they have fostered all these long years.

Obama and Reverend Wright should be giving some thought to this business of chickens coming home to roost. They ought to have some eager young staffers out there doing a chicken count, because I'd guess there's a whole flockin' bunch of ‘em, all of ‘em, on wobbly wings, circling that big Chicago Trinity United Church of Christ henhouse, wanting to come home, and once again, in the warmth of the video camera lighting focused on the podium, bask in the hyperbolic warmth of the Reverend's hot, white, America-damning breath. Were I Barack or the Rev, I think I'd be praying that the U.S. government had indeed introduced AAIDS, (Avian Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome) into the Republic's poultry population. That might take care of a few of ‘em.

But then again there is hope; maybe Obama's offer to employ Al Gore should take on new urgency with the revelation that Big Al can hypnotize chickens (scroll down).

Hey, Barack, forget about offering him the new cabinet post as head of the new Department of Global Hysteria; give him an immediate campaign role as Head De-Rooster, keeping those chickens from coming home to roost, OK?

I'm picturing something on the order of the blustering old Foghorn Leghorn from the Henry the Chicken Hawk cartoons,

That image just seems to fit Big Al, don't you think?

Cluck, cluck.