I vaguely remember Stacey Dash from her supporting role in the 1990s comedy Clueless. That is to say, I remember her eyes. They're stunning. 

That said, when I heard she endorsed Mitt Romney for President, I thought nothing of it because I don't care a whit what some celebrity has to say about politics. 

The issue in this case arises from the horrifying backlash she received. If people had been critical of her politics, that's one thing. But the racial epithets hurled at her are mortifying. 

I won't bring them up here because they, frankly, disgust me. But you can read about them at The Blaze or Twitchy. 

It's hilarious how people expect a person to be in lock-step with an ideology because of the color of their skin. 

The Washington Post put up a blog today with some great comments:

Both comments suggested Dash wasn’t “really” black because she had the audacity to vote for Romney. Still, another tweeted, “Stacey Dash had a perm since birth. . .I knew I couldn’t trust her.. Lol .”

The implication is that Dash, who has straight hair, “thinks she’s white” and therefore can’t be trusted to be a true black, as evidenced by her Republican nature.

When a black person steps out of the black Democrat box that liberals have assigned them to and most blacks have accepted, personal attacks ensue. “Sell-out,” “Oreo,” or “You think you’re white,” are just a few examples of the name-calling they must endure. I’ve never laid eyes on this “black memo” that warns blacks they must vote Democrat, but like Dash I have received a heap of hate mail mostly from other blacks questioning my authentic blackness because I choose to be a  Republican.

Engaging in this gutter level name-calling aimed at black conservatives makes other blacks look ignorant, particularly of their history.

And now, for no better reason that I think Ms. Dash is flipping gorgeous, is the picture that accompanied her message.