I Don’t F&@K With You: The Herschel Walker Problem.

“I don’t f- with you
You little stupid a- (woah) I ain’t f- with you
You little, you little dumb a- (woah) I ain’t f- with you” I Don’t F__k With You, by Big Sean

Herschel Walker’s improbable candidacy is the purest example of white people not giving a damn about black people I have ever seen. Mr. Walker is on the cusp of being a United States Senator. This man waxes poetic about the benefits of being a vampire on the campaign trail. He flashes a badge (decorative in nature) at the most inappropriate times as if that is supposed to impress us. A person who flings obvious lies into the ether who is unbothered by his own conduct. Anyone who is paying attention can tell this man is in the throes of CTE from a career spent on the gridiron.

White Georgians have overwhelmingly ignored all of his flaws and deficits as they stride towards political perdition. They have conspired to elect this unfit individual to one of the highest offices in the land. Mr. Walker is not the subject of my scorn. Even though I would never vote for him. I believe when he dies, and if his loved ones allow it, we will see a man’s brain riddled with holes, which is a sign that he suffered from CTE. Right now, we all see a man whose impulse control is severely lacking. His autopsy will prove that Mr. Walker lost control of his mental faculties years earlier due to playing football.