In a no surprise 13-6 vote, the nomination of Judge Sonia Sotomayor (aka the Wise Latina) to the Supremes was approved by the Senate Judiciary Committee.

The only Republican Senator who voted “Yea for Y.La” was former Jag-Officer Lindsey Graham, who voted  for her because “elections have consequences.”

Republicans Jeff Sessions and a bunch of no-shows voted “no” by proxy. The old white guys against her lacked the cojones to show up for the vote.

The nomination now moves to the full Senate where we can expect full-court posturing by more old white GOPers who will call her a reverse racist and say she is temperamentally unsuited to sit on a court with charmers like Anton Scalia.

I was watching Y.La’s confirmation hearing on PBS last week, when the Wise Latina’s testimony was about race, which was interrupted by some talking head mentioning that President Obama was raised by his white grandmother. That got me thinking. (Thinking is always a dangerous thing.  That’s why when I don’t want to think I watch FoxNews.)

Being raised by a white grandma, it’s like P. Bam is white inside. Wait a moment! White inside? There’s a word for that.  A nasty word. A word us white boys shouldn’t say.  And the word for black outside and white inside is Oreo.

When a brutha calls another brutha an Oreo, it is an insult one step more denigrating than calling him an Uncle Tom, which is the nice way of saying what Malcom called a “house nigger.”  Malcom described as house nigger as one who when asked how old Masta was doing would say, “We is feeling peekid today” because the slave’s identity was only an extension of the masta’s.

What is strange is that it is difficult for me to even write those terms without feeling like a racist, which I’m not because I hate everybody equally.  You don’t need to be a certain race or color or perversion for me to dislike you.  Just being you is usually enuff.

Anyway, I think P.Bam is an Oreo.  I mean that in a good way, or at least an observational, non-judgemental, please-don’t-shoot-me way.  I even think he is so white inside he’s a Double-Stuff Oreo.

In the olden days, which is like last year, I thought Clarence Thomas was the world’s biggest Oreo. I did not mean that in a good way.  Justice Thomas was appointed to be the Republican’s Supreme “House Nigger” and he is now Anton Scalia’s black-robbed, punk-ass, intellectual bitch.  And I think Clarence Of Pubic Hair Fame gives the word Oreo a bad name.

So I want to change the meaning of Oreo. Because I like Oreos.  I want it okay for a brutha to be white inside as long it isn’t suck-up ersatz white. I want it to be okay for paddy-ass mofos like me to be chocolate inside, too. I want it to be okay for a wise Latina to dress British and think Yiddish.

We should all acknowledge that what’s inside is what matters.  And P.Bam being an Oreo shouldn’t matter to either blacks or whites.

It doesn’t matter to me.  I like Obama even knowing he’s an Oreo.  And I can still dislike you on appearances alone, rather than worrying about what’s inside.

I think of this as a win-win scenario.