It's Kurt[Townhall] Old Grandpa Badfinger is the go-to source for many things: how to raise an awesome achiever kid like his snortunate son Hoover, how to not awkwardly molest women in Senate corridors, and how to not be manifestly senile. But, as my unicorn Chet recently observed, his greatest contribution may be as the mentor to black America. Recently, in an interview with someone called "Charlemagne tha God," the sinewy old weirdo opined that "If you have a problem figuring out whether you're for me or Trump, then you ain't black." The guy who is now assuming the mantle of arbiter of defining "What is black?" is the same guy who spends most mornings looking around his basement for his lost slipper.
Now, Democrats have a long history of telling black people how to think, but even for the Party of Bull Connor this was an Edmund Pettus Bridge too far. Mr. tha God himself was taken aback by the crusty candidate's bizarre riff, dismissing this ham-handed ploy to make the election about Trump instead of about how the Democrats have shafted the black community. Now, putting aside the notion of whether any election should be about any particular "community," even under that dubious premise Biden fails just like he has failed at everything else. What has the Democratic Party done for any minority community lately besides demand utter fealty and deliver nothing?