Posted on 01/31/2020 8:43:42 AM PST by GuavaCheesePuff
Back in November, right before Thanksgiving, I traveled to Georgia to talk with Stacey Abrams as part of FiveThirtyEights When Women Run project. The 46-year-old former minority leader of the Georgia House made waves in 2018 during her bid to become the nations first black woman governor. Abrams lost the election by 1.4 percentage points, but rather famously refused to concede defeat (while acknowledging she would not be recognized as the official winner), saying that her opponent, Brian Kemp, the white Republican secretary of state, had waged a concerted voter suppression campaign aimed predominantly against black voters. Since 2018, Abrams has focused her efforts on Fair Fight, a group she formed to promote fair elections, but shes often brought up in the news as a potential presidential running mate. We sat down at a restaurant near her office to talk about that speculation and her own presidential ambitions, which she admitted to openly and what its been like for her to be a single black woman in politics.
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I’m getting a Unicorn that shoots skittles out it’s rear sphincter.
She just might be. By 2040, you will be reduced to a minority in the country you founded.
She just may be.
By 2040 most of us will be dead, and Bernie fans will be in the majority.
Ghettopotamus will still not have paid off her debts by 2040. Deadbeat. Thief.
She’s far more likely to be 400 pounds by 2040 than President.
Air Force 1 will need to be a converted C5 Galaxy and they will need to convert dump trucks to limos.
Maybe at the local Elks club.
Cool. Oh, wait. Won’t we all be dead by then due to glowbull warming?
Too bad for Stacey that well before 2040 the Earth and its human inhabitants will already be irretrievably compromised by climate change.
She’ll be long dead from Diabeetus before then.
LOL. There is a better chance that by 2040, I will be the first human to visit Alpha Centauri aboard my own FTL starship, making the trip in 2 days.
and I’ll be the King of the universe ...
10 years after the End of the World???
By 2040? Coincidently, that’s about when I expect people to recognize my rightful claim to become the King of England. Give me great seats at your inauguration and I’ll give you great seats at my coronation.
At the age of 90 I won’t care much.
President of what? Local weight watchers club?
Fat, ugly and stupid is no way to go through life.
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