File this under Strange Justice...
There's going to be an "African Americans for Harry Reid" luncheon in Las Vegas on Thursday. It's going to launch a "community group" called "African Americans for Harry Reid".
I'd give my left nut to be in that room... if for no other reason than to feel the love.
What I'd really like to do, though, is to walk up to the first group of "African Americans for Harry Reid" I saw, listen politely as they talked amongst each other, and then say...
"Excuse me, but I didn't understand a word you were saying. I don't speak Negro."
But that sort of thing isn't going to happen until I'm covered by Obamacare. Emergency room visits are expensive.
Oh well.
Anyway, maybe Harry can get Barbara Billingsley to interpret for the White Folks:
Almost everything in life can be described with an Airplane! clip.
Posted by: mark | January 12, 2010 at 12:30 PM
Dennis crawling into the emergency room, "I haven't felt this bad since we saw that Ronald Reagan film."
Posted by: Lefty | January 12, 2010 at 11:47 PM
I've never needed an interpreter to put sour cream and jives on my baked potatoes.
Posted by: wombat | January 12, 2010 at 11:52 PM
Which film? The one of his funeral?
Posted by: Uncle Fester | January 13, 2010 at 09:37 PM