It's Curtains for The Herminator

Just what we need--another black man with a sex drive! (One would think the whole "Clarence Thomas thing" had taught them all a lesson.) Turns out Herman Cain was a nasty boy back when he was the pizza king--or so say his accusers, although none of them--and the list is growing daily--has divulged the details of the alleged sexual harassment. The way things are going, Obama just might beat the competition after all, since it seems that any man running for his office has a penis and isn't afraid to use it, and every woman with half a chance is a whacked-out witch.

What qualifies as sexual harassment anyway? I can remember when an approving glance from a passing male was considered a compliment, as was commentary by construction workers on lunch break as to what parts of my anatomy were most pleasing.  I had many bosses over the years who did worse, and not just to me but to anything in a skirt. None of them seemed dangerous. I did not find any of it offensive. I did not want to sue any of them. Some of them were also African-American.

People today need to chill out. Obviously Herman Cain should not be elected in 2012, but that's because he doesn't even understand how to compare apples and oranges and not because he told some woman years ago that she was hot. Besides, as he recently explained to the press (see photo above), he has a teenie-weenie-peenie which he never shows to anyone but his wife.