Man, What A Stupid Commercial #012

It’s not so much really stupid as it is ironically funny, which in the end makes it kind of stupid.

Summary: Rookie police officer hops into shotgun with superior officer, bringing a new KFC “Go Cup,” which contains fried chicken strips and potato wedges. Rookie officer is a young white male, commanding officer is rotund black male. Commanding officer looks with envy at the rookie officer’s snack. Suddenly the dispatch radio is announcing a 10-31, which is police code for crime in progress. Commanding officer eyes the rookie cop, and gives him his best “go get ’em, tiger,” and the rookie books it out of the car to go investigate. With the rookie cop now gone, the commanding officer leisurely helps himself to the abandoned chicken – cue beauty shots and call outs.

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Well, that was predictable

I was watching a baseball game when suddenly the scores ticker at the bottom of the screen turned red and started scrolling “GEORGE ZIMMERMAN WAS FOUND” and I mouthed the words “not guilty” before it slowly scrolled out the words “NOT GUILTY.”

My first thought was curiosity of when the first rash of race-related protests were going to start.  When the game ended, I switched to FOX News and CNN (yeah, I know, they’re not exactly the most reliable news outlets but I don’t really know of any others, nor did I really care that much to inquire), and sure enough the protests were already in full swing, and naturally it wasn’t so much about George Zimmerman being found not guilty, but about how the black man was once again wronged.

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Thoughts about Great White Flights

When I was sitting at a table waiting for my breakfast in Jacksonville, I was looking through some visitor guides, and the local weekly rags.  As nerdy as it sounds, this is something that I don’t mind doing, because it kind of gives me a little feel of what kind of community I’m in, and occasional good ideas of things I could do, especially in areas where I have no idea of what to do.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that anything that looked remotely appealing to me, whether it was a show, an event, or a restaurant, always had the same conclusion: go to some place not in Jacksonville.

Whether it was one of the numerous beaches that are due east of the city of Jacksonville, or frequently otherwise St. Augustine which is supposedly 45 minutes south of Jacksonville, just about anything that seemed hip or interesting was outside of Jacksonville itself.

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Oh, Atlanta #2



Long story short: students go to a weekend education getaway to learn about outdoor ecology, and are instead given a surprise simulation lesson about the Underground Railroad that’s a little too real, complete with white people dressed up as stereotypical redneck slave owners, complete with overalls and whips.

Seriously, I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried. This story is absolutely wrong in just about every conceivable way, but damn I’m an evil, evil person that thinks it’s hilarious. Come on now, a white guy in nothing but overalls carrying a whip? Did he have tobacco juice running down his lips into his spittoon as well?

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If ignorance is strength

Then I must be a pretty strong motherfucker.

Like, this week, there’ve been a lot of pretty major notable events in the world that people are talking about.  Which is another way of saying that’s what people on my limited Facebook news feed are going on about, that I’ve got little to no clue to what it really is.  It’s not that I don’t care about all these things, but if it doesn’t affect my course of daily life, then I can’t really say that I’d be paying attention to it in the first place.

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At least Paula Deen is honest

In short:

According to a transcript of the deposition, filed Monday in U.S. District Court, an attorney for Jackson asked Deen if she has ever used the N-word.

“Yes, of course,” Deen replied…

Personally, I think everyone’s a racist in some way, shape or form. To me, being racist doesn’t mean that you have to go burn crosses in the yards of black people, vandalize mosques or break into Korean-run dry cleaners and liquor stores. I think there are many, many more forms of less abrasive and subtle racism that exists out there, but is still racism nonetheless.

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