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MCKINNEY RETURNS TO EARTH WITH A BANG — AND A SLAP
Our Ambassador to
Outer Space Cynthia McKinney has made a brief landing on earth, and now
there is hell to pay. Usually the Ambassador is with us mortals only
during the State of the Union address, where she parks herself on the
aisle in the House of Representatives in order to plant a wet kiss on
whichever unfortunate president of the United States happens to be
coming to deliver the State of the Union address. Beyond that, she and
her brain are usually orbiting Pluto.
For
reasons unknown, she recently returned to earth long enough to slap a
police officer who didn’t recognize her when she went around the
security checkpoint in one of the congressional office buildings. Most
of the 435 members of Congress wear a pin that identifies them, but not
McKinney. Sources tell me the pin interferes with the antenna she
wears in order to stay in touch with the Martians. They could invade us
at any moment, you know.
McKinney is not only nuttier than a pecan grove in Houston County and a
bigger joke than the entire nation of France, she can make a racial
issue out of a doorknob. The guard stopping her happened to be a white
male, and she was quick to let us know that she is “a female, black
congresswoman” — in case you hadn’t noticed. I think her inference is
that had a white guy walked around the security checkpoint, all the
guards would have just smiled and waved and hoped he didn’t shoot
anybody.
After the incident, the ambassador flew her saucer down to Howard
University to hold a news conference, replete with little kids from
Coffee County holding up signs saying “Is Cynthia a target”? You can’t
start racial paranoia too early, you know. At the news conference she
surrounded herself with the usual suspects, including the National
Organization of Women, the National Association for the Advancement of
Colored People and the Intergalactic Space Aliens Booster Club. Even
Harry “Banana Boat” Belafonte showed up and brought the crowd to its
feet with an impassioned speech. Belafonte told the assembled throng,
“Day-O, Day-O. Daylight come and me wan’ go home.” The kids from Coffee
County held up signs saying, “What is a Day-O”? I am told there wasn’t a
dry eye in the house.
I
saw McKinney pull the same stunt she pulled at the Capitol, up close and
personal. During the run-up to the 1996 Olympics, then-Vice President Al
Gore came to Atlanta to make a speech. Gore was the man responsible for
coordinating the federal government’s involvement in the Games. We
invited a number of VIPs, including members of congress to attend.
ACOG’s CEO Billy Payne and I were at the door to greet our visitors.
Payne either didn’t see or didn’t recognize McKinney, who launched into
a tirade not unlike what must have happened with the Capitol police. I
thought she might have a hissy fit right on the spot. Of all times not
to have a pacifier. But at least she didn’t slap us. Be grateful for all
small favors.
Back
home in the 4th District, her clueless supporters have bought into her
racism charge. That is appropriate. They and the Ambassador royally
deserve each other. She hasn’t done squat in Congress beyond smooching
the president and abusing a police officer who was just doing his job.
Name one single piece of significant — or insignificant — legislation
that she has gotten through Congress since she has been there (not
counting her efforts to have Uranus put in her district). If the voters
of the 4th District want a loudmouth, do-nothing congressperson, they
got one of the best.
I am
relieved that our Ambassador to Outer Space dropped by earth just long
enough to make a horse’s hiney out of herself. Frankly, I had begun to
wonder if she had decided to take up permanent residence on Jupiter. But
don’t look for her to be here too long. Outer space awaits. Let’s just
hope she returns in time to wet kiss the president next January on
national television. That is always a very special Day-O.
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