Herman Cain is Donald Trump in Disguise
You heard right...Herman is Donald [The Donald is the Donald]. Mr Cain, with his braggadochia, multi-millions of dollars, and oh so-so political & business connection, is now known as "The Man who wanted to be President." He literally imploded. Yo, HC; how could you think that your private business was your private business. Don't get wrong -- Andre ain't no Saint, but he's a Nobody. Come to think of it, Herman, you are now a something special who was a nothing but caught people's attention to become a national nobody.
Cain, channeled Bill Clinton; he saw himself as The Donald. But newsflash, Mr Cain: Yo name is Herman -- Not Bill nor Donald. Being the Great White-Black Hope has its perks -- but ya gotta look in the mirror and recognize. Really, Herman...really?
What do Herman & Barack have in common?
Ah Herman, so much promise... a literal Barack 2.50+/- But alas, it was not to be -- Something special who was a nothing but caught people's attention to become a national nobody-somebody. Upon further analysis, President B.O. didn't try to be a Great Black - a Great Mult-racial unitarian. He Did Obama!
Herman, I get the message of conservatism, fiscal prudence, and the other Wharton MBA terms of endearment. You believed in those ideals -- a Black man that made a nice path for himself. Yet as the designated Republican something special who was a nothing but caught people's attention to become a national nobody-somebody -- you missed one important ingredient.
The missing ingredient, in case you really want to know is this. To be something special who was a nothing but caught people's attention to become a national nobody-somebody Republican, Herman had to know that persons unknown, aka the media (financed by unnamed patrons), would dig & dig & dig until a sorted discovery was made. Buried bones, an associate who was a friend...whatever. The moral of the story: to be something special who was a nothing but caught people's attention to become a national nobody-somebody, be ready to be knocked off that catbird seat.
Sadly, I personally didn't like your politics...but I loved your hat, your singing, and your style. Mr Cain, please hum a few bars of 'GEORGIA' on your way out the door heading back to ATL.