11/16/2008 05:12 am ET | Updated May 25, 2011

The Brains vs. the Trophies

If you're reading this, you're a Brain, and you're one of us.

You're a smart, perceptive, engaging and opinionated person; and you have a head for something other than to model the latest up' do hairstyle.

Brain, you're a productive member of society. If you didn't show up for work, someone would notice. Or, if you work as hard as most of us Brains typically do, an entire department would collapse without you.

You've played the cards you've been dealt in life to the best of your ability. You've had success, and you've had setbacks too, but because you're a Brain, you've learned to brush yourself off and get back in the game.

Brain, you take care of your business with or without a support system, and you wouldn't wither up and die if suddenly you were single -- or, if not so suddenly you were fat/old/bald/divorced/broke, or all of the damned above. You're a survivor and you're wired to overcome the odds.

Brain, when it comes to politics, you listen to the talking heads and gossip-mongerers for sport, not necessarily to learn new facts. However you gather your trusted information, surely you wouldn't be led astray to the point that you would stand in a crowded room and proclaim an obviously Black man to be an Arab.

But I digress.

Brains, we're at war against the Trophies. Or more to the point, we're at war against one I-can-see-Russia-from-my-border-so-I'm-experienced-in-Foreign Affairs Trophy.

Brains, this isn't about politics; it's about salvaging our rightful place in American history as the pivotal force that led the Brains to victory over the boobs.

Think of the children. Democrats, Republicans and Independents alike -- please think of our little girls. Do we really want to be the generation that elects a Trophy as the first female vice president in the history of America?

Do we really want to send the message that strong, sophisticated women of substance will always take second place to the stiletto-wearing beauty queens?

Of course not.

Therefore, this is a call-out to all Brains -- Rachel Maddow, Hillary, Julianne Malveaux, Jeanne Garofalo and you -- please round up the troops.

Please spread the gospel that every time the Trophy opens her mouth, she caulks the 18 million cracks in the ceiling of progress, and that there will be irrevocable consequences if she winks ( and struts her way into the Vice Presidency of the most powerful country in the world.