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Criticism of Obama is (not) based on Racism

Stephen Colbert said it best:

"Any time a racist criticizes the president someone cries racism"

"What better way to prove you're not a racist than by highlighting a fellow critic's race"

"I wish more African Americans were like the President - raised by white people"

"Before the next time you accuse the president of having a secret plan of taking white people's money and giving it to black people or broadcast chuck and jive imitations of African American leaders, just put on a little blackwashing"

Amen!

[Originally posted on my personal blog at muralikd.blogspot.com, September 25, 2009]

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