Originally posted by Domo1
RACIST!
I thought this was going to be something about a black guy inventing peanut butter. This is worse. Much worse. You really have to wonder how
obsessed with race a person really is when they make sandwiches into bad guys. Pizza is soon to follow.
At first they came for the sandwiches and I said nothing.
Then they came for the pizza and I said nothing.
Then they came for the chicken nuggets and I still said nothing.
When they came for the falafel there were no foods to stand up for it.
Or something. Must we accommodate everyone all the time with everything? If you live in America you know what a damn sandwich is and you've tried
one. I don't care if you're a Somalian or Mexican or some obscure thing I haven't heard of.
Meh...seems like a reasonable deal. At least, if i understand it correctly to be that she just wants teachers to consider being more inclusive of
other cultures when speaking with metaphors.
I'm pretty sure that's all she was saying and it just sort of got blown out of proportion. I just felt like getting riled up.
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11-9-2012 by Domo1 because: (no reason given)
You GO,cat!
I'd back that up a notch. When 'they' came for the half cream cheese and prefab
REAL bacon bits folded into a giant hot dog in a French footlong, I took the butterfly
net like a nonhuman... but faux Philly foaming at the mouth. Scared 'em good because
I was kicking and grunting the whole time. I'm not Belgian, I had my ears surgically
flopped right after birth in order to fit in. It might have hurt plenty, but I can't remember.
Probably something to bring up with Dr. SoSeussMe before starting the regress therapy.
On the other hand, what's a poor half-German and quarter Swede/Welsh Ashkenozzle
immigrant rabbit kitten to do? I swear, Domo, what some of these reeducators are
washing their kibble down with lately needs extensive chemical analysis-- for more
than just specific gravity too. This post indeed cautions one to the result of educational
inbreeding, or maybe just scholastic nepotism. When I hear the "We know better"
authority figure mantra: my money's on the kid's common sense every time. they have MORE.
I need my occasional artificial meat and undead bread, and some really high-pressure
lubricant to choke it down. If it makes me a dangerous non-conformist FINE: come get some.
Besides and for multipurpose in your bugout bag, there's still no better antirust agent
ever created than "I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-Axle-Grease!" for gun metals. Whatever heavily
hydrolized, nicely concealed SALT in the rock hard high velocity fatback will also add the
sensation of "Big Mistake" to their politically correct punctured posterei, when I defend to
the death your right to spray it. Greasy slow burn, baby. Brak I tell you, brAAAAk.
Let's go grin one for the Ol' Kipper. O my God a brand new midday monster,
the King Oscar Mayer double decker on pumpernickel!!! Too bad about the Smith-Leahy:
I woulda been rich patenting THAT irresistable cat bait.
I must be a sodium overload nazi. "Nothing to see here... he just simply self-combusted."
And hopefully like yourself, I eagerly await the morning to quickly string my bacon bolos
around my stumpy unattractive neck and hopalong the hill to the sound of the guns. The
final war for humanity's snacks will label the real patriots as anti-semitic pig pushers---
mark my words. I hereby volunteer to be the sacrifical hambone. Blob help us one and all.
And I don't care what anybody else says, my friend:
that shade of lipstick does NOT make you look cheap.
But maybe I'll just have a half-an-afel, gotta watch my girlish figure