um what?

My great grandmother Lucy Hortense Blasphelator once had a liberal fringe... it was the last of its kind in the free world and died the moment Hillary Clinton supped with that hillbilly who so thrilled her that she married him. Great grandma was forever miffed by the turn in her own history that allowed her to see the spectacle of women breathing hot coals down the necks of the fine philanthropists who made sure there were plenty of ropes available for "Let's take a colored out and string him up" picnics on the third saturday after what would soon become Martin Luther King Day. And don't you know how completely enraged with tea she became at that holiday! She used to lock herself in her prayer closet and diddle her grief with her hand held vibrato... a fiddle she was given by her own grandmother's loyal slave Clancy before he smiled at a white woman's dog outside Austin and was deprived of his nether regions. Lucy simply sniffed at that and said: if these people would only understand the way the Lord made us arranged for all kinds of miracles... he should have known better after all, didn't his own uncle lead the way in the oreo contest so many years ago? Still, if history is to be re-written, let it be done so by those who know least about it... the real thing would scare the bejeezus out of the little white chidlren and they might run away with the carnies... and then who would the darkies serve? We who know our place understand this is the Lord's plan and should never be subverted. I mean, look what happened to that white woman who killed her children and blamed it on that colored fella? And then, how would Clinton claim to be the first colored president and then instruct his wife to use the race card in that good old fashioned American way in her own rather misguided effort to continue to fleece Americans of their jobs and cash? Too many gay fish in the Gulf of Mexico I guess... and so the oil will continue to grease the palms of whitey. Amen.