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After yesterday’s brush with historical idiocy, I should have know more was coming.  I completely flubbed a requirement in Cit World and I think what followed was some type of penance.  An African-American Scout came to me for help with Cit Nation and was looking to write a report on… the Lincoln monument.

Me: So you visited the Lincoln monument, what did you learn about it?
Him: That it’s big. Oh, and Lincoln was a good guy.
Me: What do you mean ‘good guy’?
Him: Um…..
Me: Well, he helped hold the country together when the South wanted to leave.
Him: Why did the South want to leave?
Me: There was a dispute with the North.
Him: Over what?
Me: … labor practices.
Him: What does that mean?
Me: The South wasn’t paying it’s workers.
Him: Why?
Me: Well, they were slaves.
Him: Who were the slaves?
Me: ….People from other countries.
Him: Ok. *shrugs shoulders*

If only rhetorical dodgeball were a sport…

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I’m aware of my parents limited social activity.  My dad spends a lot of time watching television and my mother spends a lot of time at home with her cockatoo reading.  This became painfully obvious when I took my mother out to breakfast and on the way out, an African American child of about four broke from his family, scampered over to the door and opened it for her.  She walked past the child and said “good boy” as to a border collie having completed a backflip.  Her voice slowed towards the end as she immediately realized what she had just said.

Me: Mom, you just…
Mom: Yeah, I know.
Me: You almost patted his head.
Mom: What are the odds that it’d be a black kid?
Me: The luck of the Irish.