suit doesn't fit? get a new life or

Time to resign.










Scott McCellan on the day of his resignation.














Karl Rove on his last day at the White House.

Boy! Being a lap dog really makes it difficult to keep off the pounds.

Image: McCellan. Jim Watson, Agence France Presse - Getty Images.

to the picnic!

Wow! We thought we'd take a few days off, recover, and then get back to biz. Seems like Ma Bell had other ideas for us. Today we got a new phone line, from the pole to the house, which seemed to fix the 2 shorts in the wire that had developed over the last 40 or so years of dangling in the trees. So our smart-alecky self is back.

Jeez. We've missed a few things. To wit.

Senator Clinton finally threw in the towel.

Big Brown ain't so big anymore.

Tiger Woods won the US Open with a bad knee AND A BROKEN LEG!

Barack Obama, friend of the people, decides to eschew the populist approach to funding elections that utilizes $3 contributions in favor of $200 ones.

I wish I could say that we've been writing furiously off-line, banking blog posts like squirrels bury acorns, but that's not the case. No, we've been doing other things, and frankly haven't really missed posting that much. We have missed the daily writing and the discipline involved.

So be forewarned. We're crawling out the hole. And we're armed. With the few words that we know.

wild alaskan salmon jerky

Unless you're a grizzly bear (Ursus arctos horribilis) you're going to have a hard time getting your fill of wild Alaskan salmon. Especially if you live in the lower 48. That would also apply if you were one of the few hundred grizzlies who live down south. The Pacific coast salmon runs have been on the decline in the last years. They are getting dangerously low. We can dispute the causes in another post. This year, the season was cut short in much of the northwest part so as to allow (hopefully) the population to better recover. But really, the place to go for pacific salmon, the Chinook salmon, the King salmon, is Alaska. when the salmon are running from the sea back up the rivers to spawn. A process that takes 4-5 years to happen since they spend most of their life at sea.

We are not talking about the pale-pink farmed raised Atlantic salmon. No. Alaskan King salmon meat is fluorescent in comparison that pablum. Farmed-raised salmon is akin to commercially-raised tomatoes - not worth eating. And the difference between the wild and the farmed-raised fish is in the wild diet of shrimp that the salmon gorge on. It also makes a huge difference in taste, texture, and fat content of the meat. By comparison the Atlantic salmon is mealy and bland when compared to the King Salmon. Don't believe me? Try taking one away from the next grizzly bear you see? They'll set you straight.

There are only a few ways to obtain the wild Alaskan King salmon. Take a trip to Alaska and fish it out of the river. Expensive, but fun. Do a Timothy Treadwell and try taking some away from a grizzly. Fun? Maybe, but definitely dangerous. Have someone ship you some fresh salmon from the West Coast. Not as expensive, not as fun. Or, wait for the 2-3 week season during the year when you can actually buy it fresh from a fish monger in the Midwest and start gorging. Still expensive (currently about $25-30 pound) but what else are you going to do?

If you're like me and you like to stock up for the coming apocalypse (John McCain may yet be elected President so it's a definite possiblity) then one thing you can do is preserve some of that wild flavor for the times when you might want to snack in the wilderness (or the bomb shelter). Yes, you could freeze the salmon, but if you want to take it, for example on a backpacking, or river trip, then frozen isn't the best. So why not make jerky out of it?

If you go to Alaska, you'll find all sorts of great purveyors of smoked fish. Salmon, halibut. They know the deal and they know how to do it well. Great succulent stuff, but not really preserved to be kept unrefrigerated. I'm talking real portable food here. The kind that requires no refrigeration (more on that later). So then how do yo do it?

Here's how. It's really pretty simple because it's based on very simple, and very old techniques.

Wild Alaskan Salmon Jerky.

Ingredients.
3-5 pounds of very fresh, firm Alaskan Salmon.
1/2 lb honey.
Tablespoon of toasted sesame oil.
1/2 cup of grape seed oil.
3 sprigs of fresh rosemary.
Kosher salt.
Food dryer.

You can do this with the skin on, or off. I like to remove the skin (and the bloodline), it's a little more work, but generally when I'm out in the woods I don't want to have to dispose of salmon skin (just in case there's bears in the woods!)

Wash the salmon thoroughly. Then drain.
Heat the honey, oils and fresh rosemary together. Cool to room temp.
Place the salmon into a glass or stainless dish.
Cover the salmon completely with COOLED honey and oil mixture. The fish should be completely submerged. Cover the dish and refrigerate overnight for 12-24 hours.

When you remove the salmon from the refrigerator you should notice a distinct change in the texture of the fish. The curing process has begun and curing is just another way of cooking. The flesh will have darkened and firmed.

Now drain the fish on a rack. Cut into pieces 1 inch by 3 inches. The pieces can vary but the more uniform, the more uniform the drying. You can make difference size pieces if you want. If you cut them too small, they will become brittle, rather than retain some moisture. You don't have to, or want to, pull all the moisture out. At 18 percent or below moisture content, it will be preserved.

Sprinkle kosher salt in a clean dish and then place the salmon pieces on them. Roll them to coat each side. Here you can alter the amount of salt depending upon how you'll use the final product. Salt is very important to the curing and keeping of the meat, but too much and it's, well salty. The less salt you use, the more apt for spoilage. If this is going in the fridge and never in the field, then you can cut way back on the salt and once you dry it, it'll be fine. You could also eschew the drying and go for smoking, which is generally what you find in the better shops in Alaska. Very delicately smoked fish that is very moist and tender. This product we are making, fish jerky, is something although together different than the smoked salmon you can buy in the dairy case at the local market. That requires constant refrigeration. And the difference between the two lies in the amount of water in each product.

The drying time varies considerably depending upon the dryer but typically it's going to take 12-18 hours. The fish shouldn't be so brittle as to crumble when done. It should have the texture of jerky, somewhat plastic. As it cools, it may become more brittle. The tendency is to overdue it; it's an expensive mistake. Any excess salt on the exterior can be brushed off when the drying is complete.

Now wrap the pieces in parchment or saran wrap then place these in an freezer bag and store in an airtight container in the fridge. Once the pieces are dried you want to keep any moisture from seeping back in. Moisture at this points brings in off flavors and promotes spoilage. When done this way they'll keep for 6 months. You can take out some pieces and carry you with them on hikes or trips and not have to refrigerate them. And not have to worry about spoilage either.

You got 3 diffent methods that you used to preserve this fish. A honey cure. A salt cure. And a drying cure. When your pals are snaking on little jimmies and you pull out some homemade dried salmon jerky, you'll be able to trade for anything you want on the trail, so bring some extra along.

In the future we'll explore a sublime entree that can be made from these salted, cured pieces of Wild Alaskan salmon.

time for a new stump speech

Dude. Finally. The Democrats get something done. 18 months of campaigning for the nomination and now there's another 6 months to go. When will we learn to shorten the process?

Now we have to listen to John McGruff the Crime Dog for the next 6 months try to tell us why we should fear the world. All we can say, is that if McGruff gets elected, he might want to fear his press secretary.

The difference in this campaign can be the images that shape our view of the candidates. It's hard to imagine the Republicans fostering any sort of visionary approach to image making. It's hard to imagine the Republican making progress. But that's what America wants. Progress.

I just listened to Hillary Clinton's so-called concession speech and all I can say is, "Groannnnn!"

Image: Obama poster by Shepard Fairey

warrior ant press joins the colony

Warrior Ant Press is taking an early summer hiatus. Actually, for those who may visit frequently, we've already been on one for a few days. Hey, it's summer. There's ample things to do beside hang out in front of the computer screen all day and night. We could join the colony of ants that finds its way somehow into the house every spring and have a picnic. And no amount of boric acid can deter these incessant pests. They just detour around it.

What else is newsworthy? Oh yeah. Our long shot didn't pay off. The media credentials are going elsewhere, perhaps the DNCC is a little leery of unleashing the power of warrior ants into a floor fight? Who knows. We've promised ourselves not to get all Clinton-bitter. We tried, which was the point. One thing it did do was force us to write every day, and there's much to be said for that. Now, time for a short break, recharge the batteries and find other things in life as, if not more interesting, than politics to yammer about. We'll still yammer about politics. How can you not?

fog of white house wars

Best Headline about former White House ball-boy Scott McCellan's pulpy memoir regarding his complicity in Bush Administration malfeasance comes from the blog Wonkette: “Bush Propagandist Complains Of Bush Propaganda.”

One is left to wonder if there's a terminal illness, a deep hatred of Karl Rove, or just the love of money involved. The former brought Defense Secretary and architect of cost-effective (?) bombing campaigns, Robert McNamara, to come to Jesus and beg the forgiveness of previously napalmed innocent civilians and the American public.

The best apology that the Bush Administration cronies could give to the American public about 7+ years of lying would be to plead nolo contendre to high crimes and misdemeanors.

wonkette slaps the weasel

opening at a theater near you

The summer blockbuster season has descended. What will it be? Reluctant superhero?Romantic comedy? Cops and robbers?

Iron Man, which some have described as a young John McCain with a couple of good arms and a jet pack (sense of humor still intact), didn't quite do the early numbers that had been expected. Who knows, late-summer DVD sales may yet rescue this aging superhero who in reality is lot more like Indiana Jones in a rocking chair. He just can't do the stunts any more so any kind of superhero analogy with McGruff the Crime Dog is always going to be a stretch. McGruff's more like Walter Matthua near the end - all grousing and boyhood hi-jinks but little panache and policy.

Wacky romantic comedies, the ones where the two main characters don't really like each and spend most of the first 3 reels sniping and undermining each other, sometimes play big at the summer drive-ins, but it's unlikely that Clinton-Obama will turn Hepburn-Tracy in the near future.

This just might be the summer of the reluctant anti-hero, the underestimated homeless person who turns out to be Chauncey Gardener, or even the Dark Knight with a quiet posse of determined followers. The big picture where the main character, despite his flaws and hem-haws, ultimately decides to pick up the mantle and run headlong toward 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue with everyone chasing him down the street and throwing junk in his way.

Salt the popcorn and pass the Dots. I'm ready for the show.

marcie miller gross @ review studio

Imagine being tasked with pulling something, something common and everyday, pulling this thing completely apart until there was nothing left. Nothing left at all. Except art. How would you do this? If this sounds daunting, and I believe it to be, then this is largely the task that many of us face every day. We must pull apart our day to make something out it. We want to think that art is different, that it comes from some magical place, deep inside, but really it comes from the painstaking process of pulling things apart until there is nothing left. And then putting them back together. If there's any magic beyond the everyday, it's in the putting back.

Marcie Miller Gross's new work, a part, at Review Studios, offers a glimpse of the difficulty in putting things back together. Coherently. Miller, who has long worked to elevate the everyday object above the pedestrian object, this time takes on the second-hand store sweater. You know the ones. There are racks and racks of them at the your local thrift. Always a gem there if you can find it, the perfect wool sweater, gotten for few dollars when a new one would set you back near a hundred note these days. But how many do you have? Even if you mine the second-hand stores on a weekly basis, the gems are hard to find. Miller takes wool sweaters and then felts them. Not a few, but several hundred. As one who has combed the thrifts stores in search of the thrift store for wool sweaters to felt, I know finding a hundred or so of them isn't easy. Not when color and texture matter, and to Gross, color and texture always matter. Miller said the work evolved as a response to accumulating the materials. This is true of many works, and many art practices, but for her marks an attempt to be more fluid and abstract in her approach to making.

It shows in the work. The earliest piece, ginned from a show several years back, is a small cube of cut and stacked felted pieces. Several hundred small strips come together to make this small cube and it sits atop a stool, much like one might imagine the artist herself has done in the studio, sat on the stool and contemplated, "OK. Now what? Where do we go from here."

Moving forward is never easy for in repetition there is comfort, but repetition can bind us to point of injury if not careful. Gross's first step forward seems somewhat tenuous, a linear abstraction of the cube approximately 20 feet in length, that barring one slight cut, lines an entire wall of the gallery. Patience has always been a strong foundation of Gross's work, it's true in this show, and that structural underpinning continues to be a virtue in the work.

Space has also been one of the foundations of her work and here Miller takes ample exception to this one. The Review gallery space is best thought of as only half a space. The remainder seems unconnected. Gross makes a valiant effort to pull in the steel pillars and make them part of a more serene and contemplative space that Gross's work evokes.

One might best think of these colors, these thousand colors, as a mediation on the whole, rather than on a part of the whole. They attempt to establish a relationship between what they once were and what they are now. And in the process, they lose every part of what they once were, and define something new. This is were the subtly of art lies, in creating that new space, between those spaces that existed before, but which you never noticed. The post war movement mono-ha in Japan also worked on these edges and Miller Gross references them in her artist statement.

It is good that see that Gross didn't stop at the edges though, but ventured over them. And these forays carried her, and the viewer, first into a chasm of wool slashes pinned to the wall like insect specimens, then into the more elemental components of the wool itself. If a sweater carries forth a color field within its fibers, then what does the wearer carry forward? The memory of the fabric, the knowledge of the maker, the experiences of the owner? The intersection of them all? These are the questions her work evokes and to pass them by is to pass by a rack full of gems. Try one on for size. That's a fine color on you. And it fits you nicely in the shoulders. There now. Make a turn. Such a nice look for you.

sketching reality

The Phoenix probe, which successfully landed in the Martian artic yesterday on a mission to confirm the presence of water and (the building blocks of life?), looks eerily like a sketch of a UFO done by a British citizen in the early 60's - sans the skis. This continues to fuel speculation that our government has routinely been visiting Mars, and long ago colonized the Red Planet as part of a Top Secret secret mission.

OK. Not Really.

But there are plenty of folks who apparently believe so. You can find them in the same place on the internet where 911-truther's and Ron Paul conspiracy theorists hang out. They post videos on youtube with an interesting mixture of German and English and what purports to be a manned Martian landing that took place in 1962. It looks surprising like it was shot from the passenger window of a Ford Fairlane which for me makes it all the more interesting. It's never clear in these videos why "The Government" would be keep such triumphs from us, why the Martian atmosphere would be blue, and why in the midst of the cold war we are collaborating with our arch enemies. But when viewed as an experimental art film, they are pretty compelling.

Anyway. In the coming months, NASA's martian probe will attempt to make mud pies and snowcones for the space-exploration obsessed.

Regardless. I think everyone would agree that things would be a lot more interesting and our space program would ramp up like never before if one of the first images sent back to the Jet Propulsion Lab from terra igcognito were of an angry creature rising out of the Martian dust. And if the dusty blob then proceeded to pummel our little bitty science station on another planet into smithereens we'd be fixing that broken-down space station in a hurry. And stop complaining about $4 a gallon gasoline.
Image: Sketch from National Archives, Mars artic landscape from NASA/JPL

one angry white man

wow! this dude is angry with Hillary Rodham Clinton

in a perfect world

former hollywood animators apply their skills at nasa

green and gray and black and white

Kansas City is set to finally confront the largest infrastructure project in its history - the repair of its sewers and storm sewers. The repairs are being required so that the City can meet Clean Water Act guidelines, the ones that state, in vastly over-simplified terms, that you can't pollute the rivers, lakes, and waterbodies of the United States. It's a little more complicated than that, but essentially that's what it comes down to. And shitting in the creek would be polluting it. I've been known to say that only pigs and humans shit in their own water, and while not completely true, when your sewers overflow into the local stream, well...that's pretty shitty for the environment.

One of the things the city did several years ago was to put together a Community Panel to deal with a number of issues related to Wet Weather - termed the Wet Weather Solutions panel - and overflows of sewers would be one of those items. The panel has been meeting monthly for almost 5 years. The idea is to develop an integrated plan for dealing with wet-weather related issues and to use this approach to help inform and guide the approach on how to solve the overflow of sewage into streams in older parts of the city. Some sewers in Kansas City are as old as the Civil War.

Now that the infrastructure plan is moving toward something concrete (in more ways than one) the city has been going to neighborhood association and community meetings to discuss the plan. Pretty much anyone who like to hear about the plan, the city will come and talk to them. As a panel member, I've been asked to help with these talks and to date I've helped with a couple. They've turned out to be interesting for a couple of reasons.

One of the most interesting thing about the meetings has been how similar the community responses have been to the plan. People are really interested to learn about this plan, what's it going to do, how much is it going to cost, and how can my voice be heard? These are some of the first questions. Cost is always a consideration, but people are willing to pay what they consider to be a fair share. Since the cost of the plan is projected to run into the billions and the only thing for certain right now is that the cost of water, wastewater, and stormwater is going to go up for Kansas City customers, citizens want to know how the city is going to pay for it. And what it will mean for them. Some citizens will not be able to afford the increases and will need help. They are also very interested in green solutions. No matter what part of the city you are in, the are intrigued by the idea of green solutions and how these might help the city become more livable.

The other interesting thing about these meetings has been seeing firsthand just how racially segregated many areas of our city still remain. In one meeting, everyone homeowner was a member of a minority and in the other, every member was a Caucasian. The Caucasians were vistors in the first meeting and the minorities were working as servers in the second meeting. But everyone has the same interests in mind. How to make the city a more livable place? How can I keep my neighborhood vital and intact? Everyone wants the same things for their city.

There also remains, among many residents, a high level of distrust of the city government to use our tax dollars wisely. And many residents distrust the city to be open and frank about the true costs and true benefits of the project. And the only way they are going to insure that the money is spent wisely is to stay informed and to hold public officials accountable for the outcome. This takes time and energy and many families appear to be stretched to near their limits.

The city is asking for public comments to the plan, but these are being held in meetings just after work. Attendance has not been high, in part because people either aren't aware of the meetings, or because they either won't, or can't, take the time to attend these meetings. Seems like we need an online public forum for comments that would allow more public participation. This could be moderated in a number of different ways, but it would allow more folks to provide comments. And a city that listens to its citizens is a city where folks want to live.

wascally wabbit

Non-stop campaining makes fools of us all. HRC knows that as long as you remain in the race, anything can happen. Let's hope it doesn't because the reaction from all sides will likely be a lot more outrageous than in '68.

when your flag lapel pin just isn't big enough

I know. You've always been a little embarrassed by the size. On the tiny side. And not nearly so obtrusive as to readily stop traffic in the bar. "Hey, would you look at the size of the thing?" That's not something you're hearing of late is it? You got a couple of choices. Hang out at a bar with more liberal tendencies or get yourself a bigger unit.

Try this one on for size. Cut down that elm tree in the front yard. You know, the one that shades the west side of the house from the afternoon sun. And then take a chainsaw to it until you end up with something more suitable to your stature as a patriot. Like an 15 foot tall bald eagle's head. BooRah.

tadpoles on an oak leaf

There isn't a lot to be said for having to drive to the suburbs to put my time in at the day job working for the MAN. Oh, the work is fine enough, but the commute, even against the traffic, even with Democracy Now, da blues, All Things Considered to while away the time, the drive eats up an hour of my day. And that sucks.

There is no transit option because it's a suburb designed solely with the car in mind. It's residents, largely conservative educated whites who drive the other direction for jobs, moved here because they had decent jobs, decent cars, and gas was probably a buck and a quarter. One benefit though of being here is I'm only a short distance away from a area managed for wildlife. I hesitate to call it a wildlife management area, but it has trails, it's mostly wooded, it has a nice stream flowing through it, a lake, and there are no cars and very few people. Very few people. If I see one person on my daily walk, it's rarity.

But lately I've been seeing tadpoles. Thousands, if not millions of tiny tadpoles. The cricket frogs (this is a guess on my part they might be leopard frogs) fertilized a small ditch alongside a roadside. Apparently from a frog's perspective, this isn't a bad spot to leave ample evidence of your ability to procreate. Ephemeral pools don't typically have fish in them, so there aren't many predators. It's been a wet spring so the tadpoles have been having a heck of time swimming around, turning some stretches of pools almost black with sheer numbers. As the days have gotten longer and warmer and the distance between rain events longer I began to wonder what happens to the tadpoles if they don't make it long enough to crawl out on dry land? Well this week I found out. The ephemeral pool which housed the spawn of so many future generations of frogs dried up. And when it did, so did all the tadpoles. They became caviar on the oak leaves which lined the bottom of the ditch. A smear of organic matter, all dried up, with no where to go. Except to become part of the carbon and nitrogen cycles. They'll be broken down into little bits and then washed away in some future rain event. So much for the promise of the masses laid down in a ditch.

border wars

Obama's win in the largely educated state of Oregon coupled with his recent thumpings in the less-than-average-educated Appalachian states indicates that the November election will likely return to those elections of yore. Do you want this race to be about ideas or about emotions? As effective as the Clinton campaign has been of late in pulling at the heart strings of the ignorant, they have nothing on the Republican machine of world domination. The Republican mantra will begin to sound like thrashings from the bully pulpit of a hell-fire-and-brimstone country preacher in short order. Essentially it will come down to "what do you want to do? Think for yourself. Or watch American Idol." If only we could text message our vote for the Presidency.

And if you think dumb doesn't matter in the debate, then think again. Barack Obama was wearing a flag lapel pin last night during his speech in Iowa. What does that have to do with anything other than pandering to the lowest common demoninator?

flow chart for a standing eight count

It's 19 minutes after the hour, and now it's time for our daily feature The Astrological Hour. A quick reminder these reports are not intended to foster belief in astrology, but merely to support people who cannot take responsibility for their own lives.

The Kentucky Fried Movie (1977) directed by John Landis.


Hillary Rodham Clinton's use of fuzzy math is approaching that of the Bush administration. Today she claimed victory on the laurels of winning the most popular votes in the primaries. The problem lies in the fact that she hasn't. Her new math only works if you count the votes of those her campaign already agreed wouldn't count and where her rival did not compete and wasn't even on the ballot. And she claimed victory based upon winning the most electoral votes. Ummmm. Electoral votes? That's the general election. In the primary, it delegates. Who has 2025 delegates. That's it. Nothing else matters. She got the electoral vote idea from a Karl Rove and Company memo obtained by ABC news that shows her competing well against John McCain in the general election. So it's a hypothetical based on 6 months before the election. Six months ago, HRC thought she'd be the nominee. My how times change. And that Karl Rove guy, he of the ill-fitted suit, always had the best interests of the Democratic party at heart. Rove is now an analyst on Fox News where he shares the mantle of impartiality with Bill O'Reilly. We wish them all the best.

obama set to take the nomination

Sports metaphors are overused everywhere and we try to avoid them. But portends, that's different matter. We love portends. Yesterday, Big Brown cruised to an easy victory in the Preakness. The chestnut colt was relaxed and confident in the winner circle, despite having undergone considerable testing in the backstretch and despite the glare of the press eye around the track, all waiting for disaster to strike. But it did not, unless you were betting on a longshot. The long awaited end to the Democratic primary season is just about to end, the longshot is now the favorite son.

Tuesday, Kentucky and Oregon, hold primaries and fortunately for everyone, there just aren't enough white supremacists left in 'Kaintuck to keep Obama from claiming a majority of elected delegates. He needs just 17 and he's likely to get somewhere around 52 - give or take a couple in either direction by the end of the day.

In the last couple of weeks, Obama has quietly gone ahead of Clinton by approximately 25 super-delegates. In fact, between his elected delegates and his pledged super-delegates, on Tuesday, Obama is most certainly to be over the necessary votes needed to garner the nomination. And then Huckabee the Huckleberry Hound Dog is really going to begin to look even dumber than before.

Also after Tuesday, Obama will have won 33 of 50 contests held to date. The Clinton camp can do the math any convoluted way they want, but you can do just as easily as can they, and it's pretty simple math.


Winning 33 of 50 battles is 66 percent of the contests. SIXTY-SIX PERCENT! That's called a 2/3's majority.
A majority of elected delegates is just that, A MAJORITY.
A majority of super-delegates is just that, A MAJORITY.
The rules (the ones that both candidates agreed to at the beginning of the race) require that one needs to get 2025 delegates to win the nomination. After Tuesday, Obama will have around 2236. Sounds like victory to me. Let's call it that and move forward.

So sad to say if you're a Clinonite, but that leaves you on the wrong side of all three of those equations and it means, IT'S OVER. DONE.

Obama is set to be in Iowa on Tuesday, where he began this historic run by winning the Iowa caucus, to claim victory. With only 2 weeks remaining before the final three contests: Puerto Rico, Montana, and South Dakota, Hillary Rodham Clinton may yet remain till the end but regardless of how historic her campaign has been, no one has yet figured out how to bring back to life a campaign that was euthanized two weeks ago on the track in Churchill Downs.

Warrior Ant Press will make this prediction. If Big Brown wins the Belmont Stakes in two weeks, John McCain doesn't stand a chance come this fall. If Big Brown isn't able to pull off the Triple Crown, expect the November race to come down to the wire.

Photo credit:J.David Ake, AP

bill o'reilly endorses new sting video

Bill O'reilly has a few words with his staffers over the new Sting video.



Here's the remix version. Turns out Bill, like us, is fond of the f-bomb.

mike huckabee and the nra take aim at a black man

Just when you thought Huckleberry Hound Dog couldn't get any dumber. Here he is preaching to the NRA about morality, the constitution, and a black man who's running for President having to avoid getting shot.

I only have one thing to say to Huckleberry. "Down on your knees and Pray MERCY. NOW!" OH. And being Vice-President. Not this time, doufus.