By Jack White
I found Buckwheat staring into his laptop in the oak-paneled library of the Home for Retired Racial Stereotypes. He had a woeful look on his face.
"Why so sad?" I inquired.
The famous Our Gang character emitted a mournful squeak.
"Here I is, Brudder White, feelin' blue cuz dis here Prezeedent'ul campaign startin' to 'mind me of a line from dat ole Chubby Checker song, De Limbo Rock: how low kin you go?"
"I'm not sure I follow you," I interjected.
Palin and McCain Dun Got 'Em, Boss....
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