Alright, Kossacks, I have a confession to make. You see, I have an ugly skeleton in my closet, and, much as I was hoping to keep it hidden forever, Geraldine Ferraro has seen through my clever charade, and now I am left no choice but to come clean.
The dirty details are below the fold.
Much as it pains and embarrasses me to admit it, here is the truth: I support Senator Barack Obama, and I do so because he is black.
There I said it. The truth has set me free--a weight has been lifted off my chest, and I feel like a new man for having admitted my sin!
Let me say it again: I support Barack Obama solely because of the color of his skin. Is that so bad? I hardly think so. Besides, you're all doing the same, right?
I mean, my support for Obama definitely doesn't have anything to do with his consistent stance against the Iraq War.
It certainly isn't related to the fact that he is running a grass-roots campaign aimed at building Democratic coalitions and engaging voters in all 50 states.
Let's not even contemplate the silly notion that my support for Obama might be related to his pledge--backed up by his groundbreaking ethics reform legislation--to bring transparency and honesty back to the Presidency.
Surely we can toss away the idea that I might want a constitutional scholar and civil rights attorney to clean up the giant turds that George W. Bush seems so hell-bent on dropping all over the Bill of Rights.
And the very thought that it might have something to do with his ability to inspire me to become a better, more active citizen is patently ludicrous.
And, above all, my eagerness to put Barack Obama into the White house has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the fact that I earnestly believe he has consistently exhibited the wisdom, judgment and leadership skills that this country will so desperately need in the years to come.
Nope, I like Barack because he's black, and I have a terminal case of White Liberal Guilt. It's as simple as that.