“Ya know,” Ben Carson's great x 15
grandaddy says to his pals in their steerage berth on the way over,
after a friendly game of checkers, “I used to wield a knife purty
good. Skinnin out a zebra, pokin a bug, even carvin some monkey's
brain out and eatin it if I was a mind. When we gets to this here
land uv milk and money we's a headin to, I hopes some day about (he
scratches the top of his head) say four hunnerd years fum now that
my great x 15 grandson can make a livin wif a knife too. And run for
president. What a great land we're a goin to where just four hunnerd
years fum now of sex wif the white man, give or take a few, some
genetically diluted offspring uv mine will once again be as free as I
was a couple hours ago. Praise the Lord.”
“Amen.”
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