Michael Steele failed the Washington DC bar exam and is therefore forbidden from practicing law in our nation’s capitol. Those who can’t, become head of the GOP.
Steele is black, the party’s white. The only reason they put him out front was to make it easier keeping an eye on him. But money is still missing. As party leader Steele is burning through cash faster than he can raise it. Or as Republicans might say, "Typical negro."
Steele is wasting cash on lavish parties, trips to Hawaii, enormous entourages and S and M clubs. Yes, that’s right, S and M clubs. It’s hard calling yourself the Party of Lincoln when the only thing that gets you hard are slaves.
Steele became head of the GOP promising to convince more blacks to vote Republican. That’s difficult considering the Republican party’s primary objective for the past twenty years has been making it next to impossible for blacks to vote at all.
Republicans love money just about as much as they hate blacks. But to be a black republican, Steele must love money a whole lot more than he loves himself. Then again I’m pretty sure that holds true for all types of Republicans. Because there’s a lot of self-loathing on that side of the aisle. The only thing shocking about the bondage club is it didn’t operate out of a bus station men’s room.
Michael Steele heads the GOP because he’s black. Period. Leave it to the party of closeted gay men to perfect the art of window dressing. Michelle Bachmann’s tarted up face tempers tea party ugliness while the old confederacy’s vice-like grip on Republican leadership is made palatable by Steele’s complexion.
But they don’t fool anybody. Because you can put lipstick on a pit-bull, but Sarah Palin’s still a pig.