Some 200 hundred years ago, some of the white people (North and South) sat on their porches and watched the people of color do the work that needed to be done so the whites could live the life they wanted.
If the people of color didn’t produce enough to keep the whites happy, the whites complained about it.
It was called slavery.
Today, 200 years later, many people of color (North, South, East, West & Central) sit on the Porch of their Section 8 Living Quarters as the White people work and pay the taxes necessary to support people of color to live the life they want.
If their monthly checks, free housing and obama phones are not enough to keep them happy, the people of color demonstrate & complain about it.
It appears to me that the only thing that has changed in the last 200 years is the color of the slaves.
It’s the day before Thanksgiving and the butcher is just locking up when a man pounds on the door. “Please let me in,” says the man, “I forgot to buy a turkey and my wife will kill me if I don’t come home with one.”
“Okay,” says the butcher. “Let me see what’s left.” He goes into the freezer and discovers that there’s only one scrawny turkey left. He brings it out to show the man.
“That one’s too skinny. What else have you got”? says the man. The butcher takes the bird back into the freezer and waits a few minutes then brings the same turkey back out to the man.
“Oh no,” says the man, “that one doesn’t look any better. You better give me both of them.”
After a tiring day, a commuter settled down in her seat and closed her eyes. As the train rolled out of the station, the guy sitting next to her pulled out his cell phone and started talking in a loud voice: “Hi sweetheart. It’s Eric. I’m on the train”.
“Yes, I know it’s the six thirty and not the four thirty, but I had a long meeting”. “No, honey, not with that blonde from the accounts office. I was with the boss”.
“No sweetheart, you’re the only one in my life”.
“Yes, I’m sure, cross my heart”
Fifteen minutes later, he was still talking loudly.
When the young woman sitting next to him had enough, she leaned over and said into the phone,
“Eric, hang up the phone and come back to bed.”
Eric doesn’t use his cell phone in public any longer.
By the time a Marine pulled into a little town, every hotel room was taken.
“You’ve got to have a room somewhere,” he pleaded. “Or just a bed, I don’t care where.”
“Well, I do have a double room with one occupant, a Navy guy,” admitted the manager, “and he might be glad to split the cost. But to tell you the truth, he snores so loudly that people in adjoining rooms have complained in the past. I’m not sure it’d be worth it to you.”
“No problem,” the tired Marine assured him. “I’ll take it.”
The next morning the Marine came down to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. “How’d you sleep?” Asked the manager.
“Never better.”
The manager was impressed. “No problem with the other guy snoring, then?”
“Nope, I shut him up in no time.” Said the Marine.
“How’d you manage that?” asked the manager.
“He was already in bed, snoring away, when I came in the room,” the Marine explained. “I went over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, said, ‘Goodnight, beautiful,’ and he sat up all night watching me.”
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