And, by the way, did I mention that some of my best nephews are black?
I shouldn’t comment on this, because the facts speak for themselves. But I’ll say a word anyway.
I don’t know Congressman Meadows. And I surely cannot read his mind. I don’t know whether he likes his steak rare or well done, or whether he prefers apple pie to caramel cake. I don’t know how racist he is. But this I know and know full well. He has no compunction about exploiting the profound, ingrained racism of his constituency. Just roll the tape.