Tuesday, December 05, 2006

So this is totally radical. But I'm going to recite to you, a story. Now, now. I know this is something new. But trying new things is how we participate in the march of progress. Without the invention of Eli Whitney's cotton gin, would the pursecution of the black man have shown a young America the wrong way to do things so she might throw those ways out, and find new and more subtle ways to subdue the black man? I rest my case.

So there once was a miner named Jim.
He mined all his coal in the dim.
He slipped on his back, And heard the coal crack.
And now all the boys call him Kim.

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