Wednesday, August 17, 2016

on the road

For the second time on my Grate Nawthren Book Tour, someone has gleefully introduced himself to me as being racist against Negroes, entirely unsolicited.  First was a thirtyish woman, today a thirtyish man, which only reinforces my impression that racism, like love, is here to stay, for no more compelling reason than some people feel real good with it.  I axed the man would he like to join the KKK.  He said, "No. I don't want to kill them.  They're just a stupid race."
"Compared to you?" I axed.
Then he blurted, "Trump isn't black."
I was puzzling out why he would hurt his own case like that when the incomprehensible dawned on me.  I just threw it out there to see if it would stick to something:  "You think  Trump is smart?"
"He's smarter than me," he replied, laying himself wide open.
But I couldn't do it.  Clearly he thought that was some kind of a standard and there was no need to disillusion him.

  So when our government representatives speak about putting an end to prejudice, even if they're Barak O'bama, they must know it's h.s., another shot at placating the masses and nothing more.

In fact, the tone of our present president probably has exacerbated the situation.  He's not a beacon learning all the bigots that a man with a black ass can do the job.   It just pisses them off when he keeps revealing flaws in their religion.

On a better nawthern note, I witnessed for my own self Niagara Falls, which I must say lends some credence to the moon landings.  For some reason unavailable to me, it didn't make me want to pee like crazy.  Or turgid.  Oh yeah, that's Vi-agara.  However it did make me want to fish.  Being thus naturally compelled, I couldn't leave without dropping in a jig as near to the falls bottom as possible. Non-fishermen will fail to understand this unless they can relate it to some inferior compulsion they possess, like a golfer spotting some far-off hole to put a golfing ball in.

 You know you've been fishing in the right spot when you return to where you clambered down from to find two park rangers and a cop waiting to help you up.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Donald's New Dick

So the clowns who brought us ISIS the tv show have availed us anew of their vast influence.  I'm guessing when they yanked their heads simultaneously out each other's butts, it made a sound like thwump.  Close enough for them, they've once again determined the best course for the country.

Thanks be to God.  I don't have to think about it anymore.