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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Maw, they's a racoon in my britches!
4 comments:
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Anonymous said...
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I ain't techin'a'that wif a ten foot affirmative action pole.
Jus'sayin'y'all.
Don't wanna o-o-fend that long-legged MacDaddy wif the floppy ears and honky paid for smile.
-Sven in Colorado -
3/19/08, 7:25 PM
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Rodger the Real King of France said...
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Oh for lord's sake ...
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3/19/08, 8:49 PM
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Anonymous said...
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Yeah, I know.
I jumped right in the foul pit.
I did it having grown up a white bread Irish Catholic born of divorced parents who put up with being called white trash and cracker by the Anglo-elite in Denver in the early 50's.
Roger, Ya'know who helped us without question?
- Italian/Americans
- Mexican/Americans
- Afro/Americans
I did not know racism till I went to Junior High/High School.
In 1968I moved to SoCal and REALLY experieinced black on white racism.
Yeup, Oh for the Good Lord's sake.
Just making a statement against the shit I thought we had worked through in the 70's!!!!
-Sven -
3/19/08, 9:26 PM
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Anonymous said...
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Is that a raccoon in your pants or are you just happy to see me?
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3/20/08, 12:21 AM
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