Lefties and other decent folk are wetting their pants at the prospect of that beacon of excellence Barack Obama and his telegenic family visiting our shores next month.

Since coming onto the public radar, Obama has achieved pop-star status as the great hope for our shared dreams of equality.
But is this really what he represents?
Check out his impressive bio, courtesy of Wikipedia:
Obama is a graduate of Columbia University and Harvard Law School, where he was the president of the Harvard Law Review. He was a community organizer in Chicago before earning his law degree. He worked as a civil rights attorney in Chicago and taught constitutional law at the University of Chicago Law School from 1992 to 2004.
His attractive wife, with her gym-toned arms and classic taste in clothes, is also an overachiever. Wiki her and you get:
Michelle was inspired to follow her brother to Princeton University…At Princeton, she challenged the teaching methodology for French because she felt that it should be more conversational. As part of her requirements for graduation, she wrote a thesis entitled, “Princeton Educated Blacks and the Black Community”…Robinson [ Obama’s maiden name] majored in sociology and minored in African American studies and graduated cum laude with a Bachelor of Arts in 1985. She earned her Juris Doctor (J.D.) degree from Harvard Law School in 1988.’
Even their kids are good-looking and, one suspects, superior students with bright futures.
But does any of this really add up to equality between blacks and whites?
Remember Obama’s white predecessor? He got away with being as dumb as dog shit, making a virtue of getting poor marks at the university his powerful daddy got him into, running a couple of companies into the ground, and still achieving the highest office in the ‘free’ world.
In light of all this, the question becomes: when will white people grasp that minorities will only achieve equality when they can get away with our levels of mediocrity and still succeed?
Take music to cite just one example. The Backstreet Boys ain’t no Jackson 5. And where are the black Matchbox 20s and Eskimo Joes? Think about it. Ok, you’re right, Lionel Ritchie is pretty lame but I challenge you to name a black equivalent of Billy Ray Cyrus.
Personally, I blame Oprah. She encourages ‘her people’ by banging on about being the best person you can be. Why can’t she just rest on her billion dollar laurels? Where are the black Kerri-Anne Kennerley’s?
If you are one of those good people that champion racial equality and you’re a whitey, why not really do your bit for the cause and employ a really average black person with a really average CV. And once they’re in your employ, why not give them a raise just for not being a total stuff-up.
As for you minorities, in preparation for this utopian future where you’ll be given an equality opportunity to be as unimpressive as the rest of us, I want you to toss out those inspirational books Oprah suggested and stop those mantras about striving for excellence.
Now look in the mirror and repeat after me: ‘Every day I’m getting more and more mediocre.’
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