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Sully · 11-05-2015, 01:23 PM

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Originally Posted by Andoverer

Yeah it's a shame Ben Carson doesn't say more stuff like this that would increase our admiration and would make us want to look up to him....

“I had learned not to care. I blew a few smoke rings, remembering those years. Pot had helped, and booze; maybe a little blow when you could afford it. Not smack, though. …” — Barack Obama

“Junkie. Pothead. That’s where I’d been headed: the final, fatal role of the young would-be black man. Except the highs hadn’t been about that, me trying to prove what a down brother I was. Not by then, anyway. I got high for just the opposite effect, something that could push questions of who I was out of my mind, something that could flatten out the landscape of my heart, blur the edges of my memory. I had discovered that it didn’t make any difference whether you smoked reefer in the white classmate’s sparkling new van, or in the dorm room of some brother you’d met down at the gym, or on the beach with a couple of Hawaiian kids who had dropped out of school and now spent most of their time looking for an excuse to brawl. …You might just be bored, or alone. Everybody was welcome into the club of disaffection.” — Barack Obama

“…I inhaled frequently. That was the point.” — Barack Obama

This is the thing that's going to be most interesting to me over the next year-5 years.

Even though every politician since forever has done it, there has been a wailing from the right during the President Obama years about never taking responsibility, and always pivoting back to "Bush did it..."

My theory is that we will see this just as much or more (since it's simply normal politics) where everything will pivot to Obama (or Hillary) rather than those who have been crying about it, actually taking their own advice.

Brock · 11-05-2015, 02:52 PM

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Originally Posted by Andoverer

Yeah it's a shame Ben Carson doesn't say more stuff like this that would increase our admiration and would make us want to look up to him....

“I had learned not to care. I blew a few smoke rings, remembering those years. Pot had helped, and booze; maybe a little blow when you could afford it. Not smack, though. …” — Barack Obama

“Junkie. Pothead. That’s where I’d been headed: the final, fatal role of the young would-be black man. Except the highs hadn’t been about that, me trying to prove what a down brother I was. Not by then, anyway. I got high for just the opposite effect, something that could push questions of who I was out of my mind, something that could flatten out the landscape of my heart, blur the edges of my memory. I had discovered that it didn’t make any difference whether you smoked reefer in the white classmate’s sparkling new van, or in the dorm room of some brother you’d met down at the gym, or on the beach with a couple of Hawaiian kids who had dropped out of school and now spent most of their time looking for an excuse to brawl. …You might just be bored, or alone. Everybody was welcome into the club of disaffection.” — Barack Obama

“…I inhaled frequently. That was the point.” — Barack Obama

Right up there with admitting to illegal parking