Archive for June, 2008
It’s barely dawn and the telephone rings:
‘Hello, Senor Rod? This is Ernesto, the caretaker at your country house.’
‘Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?’
‘Um, I am just calling to advise you, Senor Rod, that your parrot, he is dead’
‘My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?’
‘Si, Senor, that’s the one.’
‘Damn! That’s a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?’
‘From eating the rotten meat, Senor Rod.’
‘Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?’
‘Nobody, Senor. He ate the meat of the dead horse.’
‘Dead horse? What dead horse?’
‘The thoroughbred, Senor Rod.’
‘My prize thoroughbred is dead?’
‘Yes Senor Rod, he died from all that work pulling the water cart.’
‘Are you insane?? What water cart?’
‘The one we used to put out the fire, Senor.’
‘Good Lord!! What fire are you talking about, man?’
‘The one at your house, Senor! A candle fell and the curtains caught onfire.’
‘What the hell?? Are you saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a candle?’
‘Yes, Senor Rod.’
‘But there’s electricity at the house! What was the candle for?’
‘For the funeral, Senor Rod.’
‘WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL?’
‘Your wife’s, Senor Rod’, she showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your new Taylor Made Super Quad 460 golf club.’
SILENCE . . . . . . . . . . .
LONG SILENCE . . . . . . . . . .
‘Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you’re in deep shit!’
Obama finally resigns from Trinity Church.
Check Karl at Team Protein.
Here is Trinity as described in Obama’s race speech:
That has been my experience at Trinity. Like other predominantly black churches across the country, Trinity embodies the black community in its entirety – the doctor and the welfare mom, the model student and the former gang-banger. Like other black churches, Trinity’s services are full of raucous laughter and sometimes bawdy humor. They are full of dancing, clapping, screaming and shouting that may seem jarring to the untrained ear. The church contains in full the kindness and cruelty, the fierce intelligence and the shocking ignorance, the struggles and successes, the love and yes, the bitterness and bias that make up the black experience in America.
I continue to doubt his church is (now, was) all that typical.
So, when does the racial reconciliation begin – Obama promises to sprinkle his pixie dust and bring this nation together while taking his kids to a church where they are taught to hate whitey. And the two angriest, most unreconciled people we have met in this campaign are Obama’s wife and minister. Maybe he could spare some pixie dust for them.