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Me, I'm enjoying the first light of morning on the new snow, from my desk perspective...
... here on the last day of class this fall semester.
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"Chagas disease, also known as American trypanosomiasis, is a potentially life-threatening illness caused by the protozoan parasite Trypanosoma cruzi (T. cruzi)."
Why is Drudge trying to take out Ted Cruz when D. Trump is dominating?
Another excerpt from 2016 Man Booker Prize Winner "The Negro of Madison County.".
Sarah Lowenstein watches the snow begin to fall again, as if answering a question she never asked. Or perhaps was afraid to ask. As her dentist husband slept in the upstairs bedroom Sarah's mind once again slipped wistfully into the past, to that One Hot Summer in 1957 in Madison County...
"Miss Sarah, I cants believe that this was the last time I will ever make love to you."
"Oh, my Mandingo, this World is too Hard for a Love like ours. I will always remember this tin shack behind the junkyard, with the bucket of chicken bones beside the stained mattress on the dirty dirt floor."
"I had dreams, Miss Sarah. We'd add a second floor to this shack and make it a real home -- a Real Home, just for us. Maybe even indoor plumbings."
"That is a beautiful thought, my Love. But the World will never accept a white woman going beneath her station in life to marry a negro."
"Miss Sarah?"
"Yes, my Love?"
"Do you think it will always be this way? Do you think, fifty years from now, that a white woman and a negro could live together in Love, and the World would accepts it?"
"My silly Mandingo. Not in a million years. God would never let a white woman live peacefully with a Negro, or even a Chink or a Jap or a Jew. I am destined for a Life of God's Gift of Whiteness; I just hope He doesn't send ALL Negroes to Hell. I don't think I could bear it, knowing my Mandingo was spending eternity in a Pit of Fire with the other Negroes."
"That's horrible to even think, Miss Sarah! I'd like to think there is a separate section of Heaven where us Negroes get to go."
"Even if it wasn't as beautiful as White Heaven I'd like to think God would let that happen."
"Yeah, that'd be nice."
"But the Negroes that rape white women would still go to Hell."
"Of course, Miss Sarah: of course..."
I am Laslo.
On Thanksgiving, I watched the parade on NBC. I was highly offended by their promotion of the grossly appropriated musical, The Wiz. Who should I call?
The pictures are pretty enough to make me nostalgic for snow. Then I remember commuting in it and remember the black slush that's been ground under tires. I think I'll stick with the 50 degrees and overcast skies we've got in San Antonio.
Infinite regressions like the one in your picture put me in mind of a thought experiment that I'm not sure I know the answer to--if you take two perfect mirrors and point them perfectly at each other, what would they show? I think the answer is complete blackness, even in the brightest room. If you got put some light photons in there, would they bounce back and forth forever? What would they show?
http://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/local-news/two-11-year-old-children-commit-suicide-in-1-week-in-fort-collins
FTA: "Denver7 recognizes that many research studies have found that certain types of news coverage can increase the likelihood of copycat suicides (also known as suicide contagion) in vulnerable individuals. In this report we carefully followed the guidelines recommended by the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline."
http://www.coloradoan.com/story/news/2015/11/29/clock-ticks-fort-collins-bold-climate-action-goals/76522074/
Tom Steyer is Jack Kevorkian.
Brilliant piece of cultural appropriation
Laslo, you're fucking killing me.
"I'd like to think there is a separate section of Heaven where us Negroes get to go."
"There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime of hate"
- http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/2pac/onlygodcanjudgeme.html
Michigan Activist Faces 5 Years in Prison for Distributing Jury Nullification Pamphlets
A judge claims freedom of speech is a felony.
"Michigan activist faces up to five years in prison for exercising his First Amendment rights by distributing Fully Informed Jury Association (FIJA) literature outside the Mecosta County courthouse. WXMI, the Fox station in Grand Rapids, reports that Keith Wood was arrested last week after passing out about 50 copies of a FIJA pamphlet titled "Your Jury Rights: True or False?" Wood's pamphleting irritated Mecosta County District Judge Peter Jaklevic, who ordered his arrest on charges of jury tampering, a misdemeanor punishable by a $1,000 fine and up to a year in jail, and obstruction of justice, a felony punishable by a $10,000 fine and up to five years in prison."
So the judge is trying to charge this guy with the crimes the judge himself is committing.
Another excerpt from 2016 Man Booker Prize Winner "The Negro of Madison County.".
Sarah Lowenstein watches the snow begin to fall again, snow not unlike the snow that covered the grounds of her first semester at that All-Girl's College in Connecticut...
"Can you believe this, Sarah? Our first year in college, away from our parents and our very own Dorm Room! Isn't this exciting?"
"It certainly is new for me, Misty. I came from a small town that had Long Hot Summers."
"You have to keep this a secret, but I got to tell someone. Can you keep a secret Sarah?"
"Yes, I can."
"Well: I've only been here for six days and I've already kissed a girl!"
"You kissed a girl?"
"I did! And you know what?"
"What?"
"She tried to touch me, you know -- there."
"She tried to touch you where?"
"My vagina."
"Things are certainly different here than they were in my small town."
"This is our Time to be Free, Sarah! The Freedom of Youth! Haven't you ever done anything others wouldn't approve of?"
"I... I'm afraid I have."
"Ohhhhh! Don't be all secretive. Tell!"
"I had relations with a Negro this last Summer."
"Relations with a Negro? You mean like he Raped you?"
"No, it wasn't Rape, it was... Beautiful."
"You had relations with a Negro, and you did it willingly? It wasn't even a teensy bit of Rape?"
"No; we were in Love. Maybe I still am."
"That IS scandalous.Was he big and muscular from picking cotton?"
"He didn't pick cotton -- he worked at the Junkyard."
"Oh, I bet he was still big and muscular! God made Negroes big and muscular so that they could work hard for the White Man."
"He WAS big and muscular."
"I knew it! And what about his -- you know?"
"His what?"
His Member, silly. I hear they are as large as a horse down there. Did it... fit?
"It fit. Wonderfully, it fit."
"And you're sure there wasn't a little bit of Rape?"
"There wasn't any Rape."
"You ARE a Wild One..."
I am Laslo.
Sarah Lowenstein, like the snow outside, drifts: drifts back to that first semester at that All-Girl's College in Connecticut...
"Sarah, can you come into my Office?
"Yes, Mr. Redford."
"You see, Sarah, as a counsellor here to you girls I need to listen to what is said, even in secret."
"I understand, Mr. Redford."
"And I've heard some very disturbing rumors about you."
"If it is about kissing another girl that wasn't me."
"No, no: it is not about being kissed by a girl -- that happens all the time with you young girls at an Eastern All-Girls College: it is just the curiosity of the blossoming woman. Like rubbing your own developing breasts. No, this is something more... dire."
"What is it, Mr. Redford?"
"Rumor has it that... that you had relations. With a Negro."
"I'm afraid those rumors are true, Mr. Redford."
"You know, if we had known about this when reviewing your application we probably would not have invited you to attend our Prestigious School."
"That would be horrible."
"Now, am I to understand that this Negro did not rape you?"
"No, he did not rape me."
"Not even a little bit of Rape?"
"No, sir."
"Was he rough with you, Sarah? Was he Savage, like a jungle animal?"
"No, Mr. Redford. he was very gentle and kind."
"Did you feel his hot breath on your neck?"
"Yes: yes I did."
"And did his breath not smell Negro?"
"I don't know what you mean, Mr. Redford."
"Don't be naive, child: everyone knows that air comes out different after it has been in a Negro's lungs. That's biology."
"I didn't know..."
"Did he forcibly put his member in your mouth? Did he make you swallow Negro sperm?"
"I'm feeling uncomfortable, Mr. Redford..."
"Uncomfortable? Did his horse-like member do any damage to you down... there? Bleeding? Ripping? Tearing?
"No sir: nothing like that at all. As I said, he was very kind and gentle."
"KInd and gentle? So he was a retarded Negro, then? Because the retarded Negroes ARE generally docile."
"No sir, he was not retarded. he just wasn't book-smart like us white people."
"That's right, Sarah: we white people are book-smart. And you are here to get book-smarter."
"Yes, Mr. Redford."
"Now don't get me wrong: we here are a Progressive School. We believe the Negro has some Rights, just not the same Rights as white people. White People have the God-given Rights."
"I understand, Mr. Redford."
"Now I am going to ask you a Very Important question, Sarah, and I need you to answer me honestly."
"I will, Mr. Redford, I will."
While you are here at Our Prestigious College can you promise to not have any relations with the Negroes here? Because sometimes we let the Negro Janitors work near our girls. Only the Retarded Ones, of course."
"I promise, Mr. Redford."
"Then back to your studies, child: you have a lot to learn...
I am Laslo.
And a sad farewell to Sandy Berger, who knew what to do with documents in the National Archives that contained marginalia and notations that would be embarrassing to the Clinton Administration when seen by the 9-11 Commission: he shoved them in his pants. In his pants!
Active shooter in California? WTF is going on?
@MadMan, my wish to take a look at some of your recent papers continues unabated. Please advise how I can go about accessing them.
Another excerpt from 2016 Man Booker Prize Winner "The Negro of Madison County.".
Sarah Lowenstein pulls from a box of memories -- a box her Jewish Husband has never seen -- and reads again the letter from her sister Lynnette: the years fade back, like the very ink on the yellowed page...
My Dearest Sister Srah,
I hope this missive finds you well up in your school with the Yankee Girls. Mother says they might up and try and turn you into a Tongue Girl, but I know that isn't true, not my Sister.
I met that Negro that changed your flat tire last summer -- he sure seems nice for a Negro. I remember you saying he knew where to put it in your trunk, and he is good with tires.
Anyway, the Townsfolk were all getting ready to lynch him in the Town Square -- they said he had relations with a white woman, but I know that wasn't true and that Mandy David is a whore, anyways.
So I ran home and got Grandma's Grandma's Bible, and I went back to the Square and stood beside Mandagero -- they had the rope around his neck but couldn't figure out the proper length yet -- so I read Bible Verses right beside him until the Menfolk got ashamed and went home.
He sure was appreciative, and wanted me to walk him home to the Junkyard, but I didn't know what kind of Negroes would be hiding in the bushes so he went home alone.
Daddy was mad for a few days, but I think that's just because I had read some Bible Verses he didn't quite remember. Daddy gets peculiar about Jesus, but please don't tell him I said anything.
I hope you are well, and the Yankee Tongue Girls are letting yo be.
Love,
Your sister,
Lynette.
P.S. That Mandagero Boy sure is muscular.
I am Laslo.
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