Ragheads (and Hatters) Unite!

It only took a deep South minor league Republican to do it.

Jakie "Not-Really-Webster" Knotts jested about his fear of having a "raghead" in both the White House and the South Carolina Governor's Plantation.  This side-splitter was Jakie's highlight on a June 3rd internet radio show.

It seems that his opponent, Nikki Haley, was born a Sikh and, like TBO, converted to Christianity.  Sikhs are not Muslims, by the way, and their Dastaar brand turban-style hats are no more rags than Jakie's own midnight-white head covering.

As a religious convert and, herself, a name-changer, Nikki should be a soul mate (sorry, Nikki) of Jakie, who converted from Webster to Knotts, as soon as he was old enough to know he was not unusually short, black and a TV star.

Ragheads, anyway, are a large faction of American culture.  If one is old enough, one will remember Catholic women wearing everything from bonnets to doilies to half a spare Kleenex as head coverings before they were allowed to enter a church.  Head rags in places like Pittsburgh and Milwaukee are sometimes called babushkas and there are usually yummy pierogies involved. The Crips and the Bloods Social Clubs popularized certain colors of head-wrappers, called do-rags, to tell each other apart when under stress.

And, Jakie, you probably still ride by night with a bunch of dedicated headcoverers.

So, Jakie, there are lots of ragheads out there, many converted to nonragheadedness, but still feeling (and probably dying) their roots.  You've pissed off a whole lot of voters and some who don't bother with ballots in favor of spraying bullets, swinging baseball bats and knotting ropes.

Worse, Jakie, you've gone up against one Nikki-endorser who should scare you plain sh_tless:  The all-powerful, ubiquitous (that means all over the fraking place, Jakie) The Alice herself, Sarah Palin. Coincidently, she and a dozen really mad Hatters are coming to your neck of the backwoods, accent on neck, just hoping you'll keep on jesting.

Don't think (please), Jakie, don't talk (double please), just hide the hell under the sheets tonight.

Oh.  Like that would be any different.