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Am I a Prophet or What?

Have you ever been so mad you wanted to spit? That's how I feel right now.

Less than 24 hours after I declared that this election season would be worse than 2008, President Barack Obama produced his long-form birth certificate to shut down Donald Trump and the rest of the Birthers. He said he did to, "satisfy the carnival barkers," and so that our country could focus on issues that really matter.

Honestly, it insults me that this issue has gone on so long. Correct me if I'm wrong, but wouldn't Obama have had to produce his birth certificate to run for any office in the first place? Last time I checked, elected officials have to be thoroughly vetted before they can declare a candidacy. And that includes verifying their places of birth.

Trump has called Barack, "the worst president in history." My question -- what country was he in from 2000 to 2008? Correct me if I'm wrong, but was Barack Obama in the White House when the stock market tanked? Where was Barack when the players in the mortgage crisis scandal were getting in place? And finally, when American citizens were on their roofs during the disgrace that was Hurricane Katrina, who was our Commander-In-Chief then? Certainly not Barack Obama. And yet, we're supposed to believe that he's the worst?

Look, Barack inherited a huge mess from his not-to-be-mentioned predecessor...a bigger one than any other president in modern history. And he's been working tirelessly -- and thanklessly -- to clean up an eight-year mess in less than four years.

And let's be real. At the end of the day, it's not about Obama's birth certificate. The issue that has the Republican Mafia riled up? The fact that there's a Black man in the White House. And honestly, I'd have a whole lot more respect for their movement if they would just admit that each and every one of their attacks is fueled by racism.

Never before in the history of our country has any president had to endure this particular kind of humiliation. It reminds me of a time when Black people had to carry their paperwork everywhere they case a White person wanted to see it.

And this is a post-racial America. Go figure.


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