Bill Clinton's Racial postcard.

Here is a snipet of the Pagesix.com article.."A RACIALLY insensitive moment from Bill Clinton's boyhood is coming back to haunt him. It's a postcard the future president sent his grandma Edith Cassidy in 1966 showing a black youth eagerly polishing a gigantic watermelon, titled "Hope, Arkansas - Home of the World's Largest Watermelon." Clinton, 19 at the time and a sophomore at Georgetown University, wrote: "Dear Mammaw, Thought I would send you one of your cards just to prove I'm using them! My tests are over and I'm just starting the second term. Hope you are well and happy . . . Love, Bill." Online auction house auction.com, which is selling the card Wednesday, calls it "a throwback to the outrageously broad portrayals of African-Americans of a century earlier." It notes Clinton wrote it "in the midst of the most active civil-rights movement in American history," and would go on to become "one of the greatest champions of racial minorities among modern American presidents." A Clinton spokesman didn't get back to us."

I wonder what he is going to say in rhetoric of this postcard. He might have to move out Harlem? Iono.

Offensive or Not?

This is something I just came across while reading the WeeklyDig. It's a local magazine in the Boston Area. I found this bordering the offensive line and really wanted to post this so that i can get some opinions on it. IDK.

Thursday Morning Sardine Train Ride

Ok. So I pretend run up some stairs and then across a platform to my train on the other side of the tracks. While saying goodbye to my husby on the other side. Anyway, I hop on the train and get into this crowed mess of heavy heat breathing animals called the "Morning Commuter". Then I make my way into the train. Watching out for my belly, and just happened to find a spot in the middle of the maddness. While I am standing there some ladies infront of me are talking it up about the latest in celebrity gossip. ARG!

While she is chatting it up, really loud I might add, I was trying to catch my balance and not fall. When I turned to my left I saw this heavy set lady holding her nose and gestering to her friend that someone really stinks. ARG! So rude.

Anyway while I try to manuever myself around this big guy and hold on to the pole, he then starts mubbling to himself. I'm like great at least I'm not the only one. He says under his breathe that this is ridiculous, while he's reading his paper. I'm thinking damn you're right. I'm pregnant and NO ONE offers me a seat. Sheesh!!!

There should be a law on all public transportation that people should give up their seats for Preggos!

Anyway, the train ride is almost over and everyone around had already noticed my 6 month old belly. And of course said nothing.

This major train stop came and everyone was piling out so I automatically started looking for a seat. The one I eyed was taken by this other heavy set woman. ARGGGGGGGGG!

I wanted to drag her out of the seat and stomp on her for doing that.

But i didn't obviously and just stood there until I could feel my heart beating in the pits of my stomach...so I knew..I was going to pass out if I didnt sit down.

So I sat on the nasty steps. Until my ride was over. Argggggg. This sucks.

This is my first blog in a long time. It's good to write and conceptualize about some podcasting questions I might have when I do get started.

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