There's a lot of racism today! Yippee: A squabble at a council meeting in a Georgia city has caught the attention of the NAACP after a white councilman told his black counterpart that he should be working in a cotton field. The exchange took place in a recent Warner Robins City Council meeting near Macon, Georgia, said Larry Holmes, president of the NAACP in Houston County.
Don't miss the "We Bare All!" billboards on the highway for 100 miles before you get to the raggedy-ass strip club. They convinced me to come in. Once.
Why can't I think of funny shit like that? Is there something wrong with me? I mean, I can even do calculus, but I can't think of funny shit like that.
Lee's mistake was aiming too low. "I'm not picking cotton." Well, duh. Howzabout "I'm not sipping mint juleps on the veranda?" Or "I'm not relaxing on a sunny beach?" Or "I'm not getting blown by a certain Warner Robins City Councilman?"
Racism in Georgia? I feel a faint coming over me. Quick, someone fetch my smelling salts as I delicately collapse onto the chaise longue on the veranda!
I can't find it now but there was a paper I read years ago about the legacies of racism faced by post-colonial black Africans has been the quagmire from which not progress can be made on the continent. When I suggested to the professor that this might apply to homosexuals, African-Americans and women he started braying like a donkey.
Don't miss the "We Bare All!" billboards on the highway for 100 miles before you get to the raggedy-ass strip club. They convinced me to come in. Once.
Why can't I think of funny shit like that? Is there something wrong with me? I mean, I can even do calculus, but I can't think of funny shit like that.
Lee's mistake was aiming too low. "I'm not picking cotton." Well, duh. Howzabout "I'm not sipping mint juleps on the veranda?" Or "I'm not relaxing on a sunny beach?" Or "I'm not getting blown by a certain Warner Robins City Councilman?"
and it can be woven into muslin.
Racism in Georgia? I feel a faint coming over me. Quick, someone fetch my smelling salts as I delicately collapse onto the chaise longue on the veranda!
I'm glad I'm not in the land of cotton Old times there are best forgotten Fuck off Fuck off Fuck off, Dixie Land.
I can't find it now but there was a paper I read years ago about the legacies of racism faced by post-colonial black Africans has been the quagmire from which not progress can be made on the continent. When I suggested to the professor that this might apply to homosexuals, African-Americans and women he started braying like a donkey.