Observations from a white girl to a black dog

Being that I'm a dog, I can't vote. So I don't really dip into politics that much. And I usually reserve these musings on the blog for lighter topics--love, food, fashion, parties. Gossip about my no sex having mother.

But. I have to give props to Bee's lawyer friend, Beth, who brought it with this fine wisdom on Rev. Al Sharpton. Sharpton, the champion for racial justice. Sharpton, who has been hesitant to support either Democratic candidate. Sharpton, who has done his fair share of defending, as well as offending, minorities and specific religious groups.

'I mean, he inserts himself into EVERYTHING!", she said. Including injustice at Baskin Robbins. "A black man didn't get his double scoop. There's Al Sharpton! 'Yo! He didn't get his double scoop!'"

This here black dog finds that hilarious.

Even funnier is the fact that this week Beth saw Rev. Sharpton in the flesh waiting for his SUV to escort him to another scene of injustice. Beth, a huge Barack Obama supporter, was surprised that Sharp was on the fence, and figured she had the power to encourage him to make a decision. So she stuck her chest up high, and walked with confidence up to Sharp.

"Mr. Sharpton, I must tell you, I hope you're going to throw your support behind Barack."

To which Mr. Sharpton answered back. "Well, young lady, the question is not whether I will support Barack, but when Barack is going to support Al Sharpton."

Off in his SUV he rode. Beth squinted her eyes in distaste, but walked away proudly knowing that she probably gave Sharp something to think about during his ride. You go girl.