My, my, my, hasn't fate been unkind to Mr. Obama. His maternal grandparents, who raised and supported the offspring of their errant daughter, were straight up racists. Or his grandma was, anyhow. But it's not her fault she's a typical white person.
An interesting dynamic seems to recur in ol' Barry's life, one of evil, flawed women and the noble men who suffer them. What a catch he must be. I say we elect him. The second it all turns to crap he'll blame Michelle, she'll hack his huevos off with a rusty can lid on live TV, and we'll all feel so empowered. At any rate, I'm from DC by way of Virginia, and I don't recall having any kind of reaction "bred into" me about race. Perhaps it's different up North.
About Me
- A.G. Clifton
- Miss Clifton was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus rolling down Highway 21. The only child of itinerant grifters, she supplemented her family's meager income through faking food poisoning and stepping in front of cars. Later in life she discovered a talent for Faith healing. She toured the continent healing people named Faith. Along the way she met and married her son's father, but sadly, the two parted ways after she discovered what he actually meant by "animal husbandry." Miss Clifton lives in an abandoned railroad shed on the outskirts of town where she pursues her life's work of constructing the world's largest ball of aluminum foil. Donations cheerfully accepted.