Because Trump, naturally.
Cain was a self-made man with an extraordinary backstory — one that made him a towering example of hard work paying off.
He was born Dec. 13, 1945, in Memphis, Tennessee, and grew up poor in Atlanta, Georgia, where his father worked three jobs — as a janitor, barber, and chauffeur — while his mother toiled as a domestic worker.
A stellar student who worked hard, Cain graduated from Morehouse College with a mathematics degree in 1967. A year later, he married Gloria Etchison, whom he met when he was a sophomore at Morehouse and she was a freshman at Morris Brown College.
Cain went on to earn a master’s degree in computer science from Purdue University in 1971, and helped develop fire control ballistics for ships and fighter planes for the U.S. Navy.
Next, he joined The Coca-Cola Company as a systems analyst, and after considerable success, moved to Pillsbury.
After serving as regional vice president of Pillsbury’s Burger King, Cain then took on the biggest challenge of his career as president and CEO of Godfather’s Pizza, a national chain teetering on the edge of bankruptcy.
In 14 months, he returned Godfather’s to profitability and led his management team to a buyout of the company.
Later, Cain said he could explain his success at Godfather’s Pizza in one word, “marketing.”
Cain, who long held an interest in public policy, became chairman of the Federal Reserve Bank of Kansas City Omaha Branch in 1995, serving in the position for 20 months.
In 2019, Trump nominated Cain to a seat on the Federal Reserve Board. But the nomination drew serious flak from Congress and Cain’s detractors.
“Because I ran as a Republican for president and the United States Senate, and because I am an outspoken voice of conservatism, an outspoken voice of the Constitution and the laws, I’m being attacked,” Cain said, shortly before asking the president to withdraw his nomination.
Lots more of the remarkable story of Cain’s life and achievements at the link. And of course, upon his death y’all can easily guess what happened right away, right? My headline should provide all the hint you might need.
Follows, a revolting sampling of degeneracy, hatred, and utter dementia, which I won’t bother quoting or embedding. Instead, I’ll restrict myself to the last Tweet in the bunch:
Herman Cain, a great Patriot, didn't die because he wore a mask or didn't wear one. He died because his body couldn't fight complications from a disease. And he lived his life exactly as he wanted. God bless him.
— PD05 (@ped1589) July 30, 2020
God bless him indeed. You CF lifers may recall that Cain was my guy back in the runup to the 2012 election; he was doing quite well until he found himself an early victim of what has become the standard, go-to Democrat-Socialist tactic of Borking.
But Cain got on with his life nonetheless and went right on breaking barriers, ignoring naysayers, and piling achievement on top of achievement, never allowing the flea-bitten yapdogs of Progressivism to dissuade or discourage him from doing what he felt called to do. He was a fine and worthy man, an example for us all. May he rest in God’s embrace.