There is a sad, today. A man who sold his soul to the devil had it called on him, today. Herman Cain is dead. Only 74. Taken by the Plague.
Herman represents a lot of things to a lot of people. He is revered and reviled. But, the only thing that matters today is that he was someone’s Father. Someone’s son. Some called him grampa.
It’s impossible, though, to not think about how he was taken. Herman Cain worked for a madman who doesn’t believe in science and thinks that masks that prevent the spread of the plague actually CAUSE THE PLAGUE. Herman was ordered to attend a Klan Trump Rally in the middle of a horrible plague hotspot.
Herman was ordered to NOT wear a mask.
Because of this INSANE trump campaign regulatory demand, Herman was exposed to the novel Coronavirus — COVID-19. Very predictably, the disease took his lungs and forced him on a ventilator to extend his now-doomed existence. And, just as predictably, Herman didn’t get off the ventilator until his last breath was artificially drawn.
Herman Cain was imprisoned and summarily executed by Donald Trump.
Who was Herman to you? Early on, he was a Corporate Golden Child. He took much and gave back little, if anything at all. But, he was rich, and he always respected the hands what fed him.
To a lot of us, his time as the Pizza Man was unnoticed. His bizniz. Good for him, but nothing we cared about. It wasn’t until the RNC recruited him to be the black Republican to primary to take on President Barack Obama in his 2012 reelection campaign that he took his place in our lexicon.
Who is this guy? The Klan’s token black who agreed to parroting their BIGOTED anti segregation; anti-minority; anti common-man’s talking points. We got to know Herman as we learned that he was a vapid butt of a joke and whose entire career was now rendered a fraud because of it.
Maybe, like most Millennials and pretty much ALL GenZ grasshoppas, you had no clue who Herman was outside of the fact that Trump owned him and installed him in his Reich. The Housing and Urban Development Czar who would oversee trump’s campaign to destroy the department of Housing and Urban Development. The one black friend that justifies the plantation owner to crack his whip, because, hey look! Mikey Likes it!!!
Let me know your memories of this guy. Respectfully, please.
Magnana Mouse 
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Written, of course, for Magnana Mouse. I often fail to re-blog to here. But pretty fair to say you’re likely following the mag if you’re following me, here. If not, please follow. There and on Twitter. Thanks. I need to start paying some bills with this instead of paying to put the stuff out. Right?
I actually knew Mr. Cain. Not until 2013, so I didn’t know him when he was on top of his corporate game. To me, he was always dejected. Beaten down. I think he’s definitely happier wherever he is.
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R.I.P. Herman. Sorry it took Corona to release you from the prison you chose. Nice job on this one, Steven, Love the design work. I appreciate how you held back.