The endless Zoom calls are giving me a headache. Bad one after the interview with Charlamagne tha God… still trying to figure out – which one of my team put me on that show??? That black guy may have been articulate but he was not on my team, folks.
Everyone seems upset over my comment, “Well I tell you what, if you have a problem figuring out whether you’re for me or Trump, then you ain’t black.”
What’s the problem? Black people aren’t supposed to question, or think. They are mindlessly supposed to get in line and vote Democratic! I don’t see any problem saying that!
Or maybe they are upset because I went over my seven minute mark or said I needed to get off so my wife could use the home computer for her interview, which seemed more important.
Whatever it is that set them off, I’ve been listening last night and today to everything… all I hear is blah blah blah blah at this point. Oh, I’m picking up a few things here and there. Mostly they talk as if I’m not a part of the decision process anyway — so I am used to waiting until they tell me what to do.
One of the discussions is around my VP pick. Something about picking someone who has a name I can pronounce. Most important consideration at this point – easy name for Joe to say – and Kamala definitely out.
Oh, and big big big big event today with Mayor Pete. I am not, under any circumstance to try to say his last name. And I should try and say a little as possible. And not go off script.
I need to get on a call with the girl running my campaign and ask her for a slightly bigger role in the campaign. Jen, I think is her name. The one described as being 1/2 my age with twice my IQ. That’s a joke.
Come on, man.