When God offs Ted, I’m celebrating.

If that was the worst thing blacks called Asians, that’d be fine by me. Unfortunately, that’s not the worst thing.

Danny 19: you people need to stop, you’re killing me here.

Mike 24: Brilliant.

“Living right” or Rev. Wright’s oratories. This ‘humorless’ speech smacked of racism to me.

Given a choice, I am going with green-serene.

Charles:

Thanks for another wonderful script. Always so enjoyable and this one reminds of the film with Lily Tomlin and Steve Martin (title escapes me at the moment).

From a teacher in the Nashville area

“We are worried about “the cow” when it is all about the “Ice Cream”

The most eye-opening civics lesson I ever had was while teaching third grade this year. The presidential election was heating up and some of the children showed an interest. I decided we would have an election for a class president.

We would choose our nominees. They would make a campaign speech and the class would vote.

To simplify the process, candidates were nominated by other class members. We discussed what kinds of characteristics these students should have. We got many nominations and from those, Jamie and Olivia were picked to run for the top spot.

The class had done a great job in their selections. Both candidates were good kids. I thought Jamie might have an advantage because he got lots of parental support. I had never seen Olivia’s mother.

The day arrived when they were to make their speeches.

Jamie went first. He had specific ideas about how to make our class a better place. He ended by promising to do his very best. Everyone applauded and he sat down.

Now is was Olivia’s turn to speak.

Her speech was concise. She said, “If you will vote for me, I will give you ice cream.” She sat down. The class went wild. “Yes! Yes! We want ice cream.”

She surely would say more. She did not have to. A discussion followed. How did she plan to pay for the ice cream? She wasn’t sure. Would her parents buy it or would the class pay for it. She didn’t know. The class really didn’t care. All they were thinking about was ice cream.

Jamie was forgotten. Olivia won by a landslide.

Every time Barack Obama opened his mouth he offered ice cream and
52 percent of the people reacted like nine year olds. They want ice cream.

The other 48 percent know they’re going to have to feed the cow and clean up the mess.”

That would be the Asians whose enrollment in Berkeley is limited because they were succeeding way beyond their “percentage” and Berkeley was afraid they’d soon become an all Asian campus?

Oh yeah…we hope they feel mellow. As long as they stay in their place.

She’ll also agree that only whites can be racists.

So, what will happen if Obama’s racist half makes war on his mud-people half?

(The presidential bathroom sink, January 21, 2009. Obama’s left side is his mud-person today:)

Mud-Person Obama: Ouch! You knicked me with your razor.

Racist Obama: Yeah, yeah.

Mud-Person Obama: You’re not going to apologize?

Racist Obama: What for? Why would I apologize to myself?

Mud-Person Obama: Well, I’m our BLACK half, you metrosexual racist cracker! Apologize!

Racist Obama: =Sigh= Don’t we have a secret meeting with Cheney in a few minutes?

Mud-Person Obama: Say you’re sorry, or else!

Racist Obama: Or else what?

(The White House breakfast nook later that morning:)

Michelle Obama: Honey, why is your face bleeding?!

President Obama: It’s nothing, I just knicked myself a little is all.

Michelle Obama: A “little?” I count. . . .six, seven, nine, 12 cuts! And your nose looks broken in two different directions! What’s going on?

President Obama: You wouldn’t understand. It’s a black-white thang.