Here's Al Sharpton. He gets prime time, while Dennis was stuck at 7:30p
Two parts, he says.
He's going to answer President Bush's questions to the National Urban League.
"The only choice we have to preserve our freedom at this point in history is to elect John Kerry the President of the United States."
He says he took part in debates with Kerry and Edwards, and he watched them, and he is "convinced that they mean what they say and say what they mean." (That's not what he said during the debates.)
He sounded better with his old hairdo.
"We were told that we were going to Iraq because they had weapons of mass destruction."
Oh, if he tells us to go outside because there is danger. We get outside and say, "Reverend Al, where's the danger." He says, "Oh, no danger. We just needed some fresh air." If that happens, says Al, "I have misled you."
"If George Bush had been President in '64, Clarence Thomas would have never got to law school."
"The promise of America," he says… and he lists several socialist schemes. And government won't regulate our bedrooms; it'll put food on our table.
He wants a uniform immigration policy.
He evidently wants us to stop giving Latinos "English tests before we send them to fight in Iraq."
DC Statehood. We're getting Iraqis the voting franchise, but the people in DC are not allowed to vote.
He's complaining because, he says, the freed slaves never got the 40 acres and a mule promised them by Abraham Lincoln.
He's crediting the Democrats with the civil rights act, the voting rights act, and the right to organize. "We got [these things] under a Democrat!" That is enough to warrant support the Democrats forever, he argues.
Now, he shrieks about how sacred, bathed in precious blood, his vote is. It can't be sold, etc.
"With all respect, Mr. President. Read my lips, our vote is not for sale!"
He wants black kids to see him and know they don't have to deal drugs, etc.: "They can run for President of the United States."
He lives in New York.
And he remembers hearing Ray Charles sing America the Beautiful. He was blind, Al reminds, and he was not singing about what he'd seen. "He was singing about he believed."
He's an exciting speaker, but he said exactly nothing relevant or meaningful.