A coworker speaks:
America’s not ready for a black president.
I just can’t get past his name.
He [Obama] is best friends with a terrorist [Ayers] – they’re next-door neighbors! He [Ayers] helped him buy his house! And I know he hates America because of his pastor. His pastor hates America!
The reason the stock market keeps fluctuating is that people are afraid Obama’s going to win. And he’s gonna raise taxes, and all the companies will go out of business.
If black people hadn’t gotten all these houses that they couldn’t afford, we wouldn’t be in this mess.
–Just typing this stuff, I could feel my blood pressure rising. This guy (the same guy I was talking about before) pisses me off so much. I haven’t been a die-hard Obama fan, but I will say, that given a choice between McCain and Obama for president, I’d choose Obama every time. Every time.
The thing that gets me, is that this dude wants to say all this crap and then say-
Oh, I don’t have a problem with black people.
If you mention that some of the things he says are racist, he’ll go crazy trying to defend himself. Making up all kinds of fanciful, far-fetched reasons he believes anything bad he hears about Obama, and discounts everything bad he hears about McCain/Palin.
My dad has a friend – they’ve been friends for years – but he’s more like an adviser/sounding board to her than someone to actually hang out with, or whatever. A long time ago I realized she had some race issues, and it would be better for me to not get close. Dad can take care of himself. I, on the other hand, might say something untoward.
So every once in a while, Daddy tells me whats going on with her. They keep up mostly through email these days, and send jokes to each other. [My dad loves to send jokes. And those powerpoint presentations of pictures of some famous person’s house, or a hotel in Dubai, or nature, etc.] Recently, she told my dad that she felt like things in the country weren’t going that bad. She’s doing better now than she was eight years ago, so [fill your own expletive in here] everyone else. At least that’s the message I get when someone says they’re doing ok, so they don’t see why other people think things are so bad.
Anyway, she sent Daddy a couple emails about McCain and how wonderful he is. So, Daddy sent her this:
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