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...fact, the very idea that Obama should transform African Americans into the black Waltons is flawed. It rests on the notion that the black community, more than other communities, is characterized by a bunch of hapless layabouts who spend their days ticking off reparations demands and shaking their fist at the white man. The truth is that the dominant conversation in the black community today is not about racism or victimization but about self-improvement. In a 2007 Pew survey of black America, Bill Cosby was rated second among public figures believed to have the best influence on African Americans...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Obama and the Myth of the Black Messiah | 11/13/2008 | See Source »

...don’t answer those humiliating questions,” is not inviting. Making fun of Obama is a serious challenge. He doesn’t mispronounce his words; he shows no excessive interest in interns; he once gave his wife a fist-bump, but it wasn’t a big deal. He spends most of his time being dignified and looking competent, neither of which are immediately hilarious attributes...

Author: By Alexandra A. Petri | Title: No, We Can’t (Laugh)! | 11/11/2008 | See Source »

Terrorist fist...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Pop Chart | 11/5/2008 | See Source »

...neighborhood where nearly every front window sports a yellow ribbon or American-flag decal, and Driehaus barely needs to make his pitch. "Oh, yeah, we're voting for you," says a middle-aged woman. "We saw you at the rally with Obama." At another house, he exchanges a fist pound with a 3-year-old African-American girl named Kennedy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Ohio Republican County That Could Tip the Election | 10/31/2008 | See Source »

...cast aside the spade and plunged his large, raw hands savagely into the freshly turned soil, over and over. Dirt flew from the holes he dug and sullied the pale, delicately veined petals of her petunias.He reached into a pouch that hung from his belt, and his red fist emerged full of seeds. He thrust them into the soil, and she gasped in sudden fury. How dare he! He was planting squash. At her gasp, the new gardener turned and fixed a dark eye upon her. She could feel the heat from its glance and immediately sensed the evil...

Author: By Lesley R. Winters, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: The Stable Boy: Chapter 11 | 10/31/2008 | See Source »

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