Inner-City Black Lesbian for President!!!

Hell, why not? She couldn't possibly do any worse than our current exalted leader. She would have to be a self-made woman, if she were to have risen from the socio-economic train wreck that is the inner urban landscape, and as such, would have both the perspective to see what rich white America has been sweeping under the rug, as well as the guts to do something about it.
I admit I was raised to be prejudiced—not because of my parents, both well-educated and respectable members of their community, but because until I was in high school, I can't remember anyone who wasn't white and lower-to-middle-class like me. That instills a primitive xenophobia that is hard to shake off. However, as I get older and hopefully wiser, I realize that it is less about color and more about those who have screwing those who don't.
We have got to break the stranglehold that Old, White Money has got this country into. We are letting our brothers, fathers and sons die in wars halfway around the globe so that a few rich white men can make even more money. Bush, Cheney and others of their cadre own parts of the contracts for the military hardware being purchased by the Federal government to supply the war in Iraq. They're selling the tools to fight a war they're running!
An inner-city, black lesbian may not be the answer—maybe there's a young white country boy or girl out there who has the genius we need, but after seeing this country get run into the ground by a little boy playing with daddy's government like it's his own private sandboks (psst! That's spelled with an 'x,' Mr. President...), I'm willing to bet what's left of the farm on a new point of view, because there isn't going to be much left of it when Shrub gets through with it.