This Could Be A Lot Funnier, Obama!
I'm with RevRend Wright, 'cause a Wright ain't a wrong. Besides, maybe he meant it like, "GawdDAMN America!" Whatever. Even if he meant, "Gawd damn America" - so what? It's not like he said, "Fuck U, America".
Say, everybody - Obama's Grandmother sounds like a... Gramma, eh? Racist old biddy. He should make her be his running mate now. "Okay Obama, but I want a separate microphone, you understand me, boy?" "Word, Gramma Racist. I licked them all, anyway."
But seriously, a few years back, my ex and I were invited to dinner at his co-worker's home. Now, this guy was the white man half of an interracial couple and not so much my ex's co-worker as his boss, so, naturally, all the way there we joked about NOT saying the WRONG thing (ala Faulty Towers in the episode with the German guests, "Whatever you do - don't mention the War!"). So, no talk of checkers, or penguins, or Truman Capote's infamous Black & White Ball. (That would be me. I get EXTRA pretentious when I'm nervous.)
Oh, and definitely no Al Jolson routines, "Swaaaaanee, how I luv ya, how I luv ya, myyyyyy dear ol' Swaneeeee."
Anyway, we're sitting there having an ordinary interracial couple dinner (I guess, it was my only one), a couple of WASP guests so politically correct we actually look alike, my ex and I, and all of a sudden Grampa Fred (of the white half of the family), who was sitting at the head of the dinner table, fixes a steely gaze on my ex and asks, "Have you ever been to Florida?" So my ex, an honest enough chap, replies falsely to avoid any and all possible complications - or conversation, as you and I might say, "Why... no." To which Grampa Fred nods sternly, "Good. It's black with n*ggers, you know."
Well, apparently this wasn't entirely unexpected because, although we were both like, "GULP", and not even making eye contact with our own retinae, the host and hostess just tsk tsked and said, "Now, Grampa Fred. We talked about this before, remember? You've never even been to Florida."
