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Mar. 2nd, 2008 12:16 pmDoing laundry today, I walked into a political argument as I trundled my bags in. A large black man, with a cigarette, was barking how "there would be either a woman or a back man in the White House next, get used to it, the minorities are taking over, by 2030 there will be more minorities in America than anyone else, they're sick of the shit that America is doing, there're gonna be some CHANGES made, gonna be a black man or a woman in the White House, cuz the minorities are TIRED of America, and do you know what the definition of a TRUE American is? It's a Native American, that's right."
His opponent in this genius discussion was a single-toothed scrawny bit of white trash I have seen around the neighborhood, with salt-and-pepper crewcut and stubble. He wore hunting camo pants and jacket, with a wide brown leather belt and a very very shiny buckle in the shape of a crown. His response was that HE was "95% Cherokee and 5% Irish".
*sigh*
His opponent in this genius discussion was a single-toothed scrawny bit of white trash I have seen around the neighborhood, with salt-and-pepper crewcut and stubble. He wore hunting camo pants and jacket, with a wide brown leather belt and a very very shiny buckle in the shape of a crown. His response was that HE was "95% Cherokee and 5% Irish".
*sigh*
