The President was not in the Wal Mart, but was still not amused.
Were you ever sitting at your desk with your back to the door while everyone was waiting for the teacher to come in? And you were just talking to your friends and not paying attention? So then when you were busy telling the story about how you tried to piss in a bottle on the way to the big game on Saturday but in the middle of the story the teacher comes in and everyone shuts up instantly. But you were talking loud enough to be heard when everyone was being noisy so since you are the only one still talking the only thing people hear of your story is, ” SO I PISSED IN MY OWN MOUTH!”
Yeah, so I’m guessing that’s sort of what happened to the dumb fuck at Wal*Mart who caused this big bag of fuckery:
A male voice came over the public-address system Sunday evening at a store in Washington Township, in southern New Jersey, and calmly announced: “Attention, Walmart customers: All black people, leave the store now.”
Now. I realize that there is a lot of problems with that. I understand that the guy was probably making a joke. I say probably because while the possibility exists that he wasn’t, he also didn’t follow up with subsequent announcements such as: “Seriously, go,” or “I mean you, too, black guy looking at brands of orange juice.” No. The guy was not funny, but he also was not serious.
Should he get fired? Sure. Should people be all mad at Wal*Mart? Why? Do you think they need to have a question on their application? WILL YOU TELL BLACK PEOPLE TO LEAVE STORE? YES/NO. That would be funny, too. But it’s not gonna happen. Anyway, it may have been, according to the article, a “rogue patron.”
“I want to know why such statements are being made, because it flies in the face of what we teach our children about tolerance for all,” said Sheila Ellington, who was in the store at the time with a friend. “If this was meant to be a prank, there’s only one person laughing, and it’s not either one of us.”
And that’s the weird part, the part I keep thinking about.
This sort of made me queasy, and I once ate a fried dingo with a baby in it.
James Joyce is performing a valuable service in this picture. And I'm not making a corned beef joke. Oh no I'm not.
So my grandmother’s parents were right off the boat from Ireland. She got hit in the head with a rock when she was a kid by some smelly Protestant who called her a “dirty rotten Irish Catholic.” This apparently justified giving me five bucks when I broke up with my Jewish girlfriend 60 years later. Though, to be fair, she later regretted her decision and told me, “You know, Christ was a Jew.” I kept the five bucks.
Why did I tell you that? Because Irish Americans are rivaled only by the Italians in pride of their heritage. The Latvians and the Polish and all the other Euro communities can screech all they want, but they don’t have the stroke of the Irish. And the Italians have to deal with the “terrifying mobster” stigma. All the Irish have is drunken wife beating which usually only occurs at home and rarely has movies or TV shows made about it.
But on St. Patrick’s Day, everyone gets to be drunk. That’s really the point of it. I mean, there are parades. I have one down below (which is awesome btw) from Havana, Cuba. But how many old white guys and pale kids can you look at all in a row? For me, I found out the answer is seven…in any combination.
So why do the Irish get such good press? Why are they (and, I guess, partly me) so lovable? Well, I guess if you look angelically up from the floor, with the strings of puke connecting your cheek to the puddle beneath you like rainbows, who wouldn’t be charmed by your child-like innocence, especially if you are missing a tooth and bleeding from one ear? Who could read a lot of Samuel Beckett and not feel the joy of…well, anyway. You can’t expect a lot from a people whose most famous mode of dancing relies on not moving your arms or upper body in any way.
Also, the Irish were not really all that persecuted. I’m starting to doubt if my Nana got hit with that rock at all… I mean, the song I have linked below, No Irish Need Apply, is about how the Irish were discriminated against. Except they weren’t. Nobody can find a single instance of the No Irish Need Apply sign anywhere. Doesn’t make the song less bad ass, though! After the jump, I sort of ease up on my people and there’s that cool Cuban bagpipe video!
Editor’s Note – If you want to see more Ballsack (and really, who doesn’t) you will have to go the Batcave. That’s where he lives.
The 1950s were stupid. Women didn’t have equal rights and they certainly didn’t have the same elevation as men. That was soon fixed in the 60s with the advent of fuck-me-pumps. However, women still sucked. They didn’t earn as much as men and they couldn’t go to school or vote like men.
- This is me in my apartment, chillaxing to the Rolling Stones. Sorry for the small photo; I used my microiPhone.
Society has learned a fuckin’ lot since then – like iPods, iPhones, iPads and Windows 2015. And, because of these things, society has become a lot more adept and righted the wrongs and wronged the rights to make a far more harmonious society. However, the woman’s revolution really didn’t go far enough since the 70s and really stagnated in the 2010 era and society isn’t really as harmonious as it should be, due to this fact.
Even though women are earning [in many cases] more than men and have better job prospects than men, they really don’t have their full, rightful and retrospective status as equals amongst the unequals of men. Thus, as the 2020s Dude, I propose that men pay women even more, and I don’t mean for sex!
It’s really clear to me that for society to be truly progressive, men must accept to give women even greater responsibility, such as to become totally dominant as the earner in the family (where there is one) while letting the man stay at home to look after the house work. Once this is complete, society will be at total peace and harmony and the Republican Party can finally be scrapped.
Smell you later,
20s Dude
