The Nightmare Political Crap / Back Home
Thanks to Leo for sending this one. In sticking with this week's theme, it's long. But again, worth the wait...This ought to offend everybody. If it doesn't, let me know and we'll go to great lengths to offend everybody else. We don't want to leave anybody out.
Nightmare
In the nightmare I found myself nude in bed, and I was looking at a
mirror on the ceiling, and I discovered that I am a Negro, and I'm
circumcised!
Quickly I sat up, found my pants and looked in the pockets to find my
driver's license photo and it was that same color. Black.
I felt myself being very depressed, downcast, sitting in a chair.
But it's a wheelchair!!
That means, of course, besides being black and Jewish, I'm also
disabled!!!
I said to myself, aloud 'This is impossible. It's impossible that I
should be black and Jewish and disabled.'
'It's the pure and holy truth', whispers someone from behind me.
I turn around, and it's my boyfriend.
Just what I needed!!!
I am a homosexual, and on top of that with a Mexican boyfriend.
Oh, my God..... black, Jewish, disabled, gay, with a Mexican boyfriend,
drug addict, and HIV-positive!!!
Desperate, I begin to shout, cry, pull my hair, and Oh, noooooo...I'm
bald!!!
The telephone rings.
It's my brother.
He is saying, 'Since mom and dad died the only thing you do is hang
out, take drugs, and laze around all day doing nothing. Get a job you
worthless piece of crap... Any job.'
Mom?... Dad?... Nooooooooo... Now I'm also an unemployed orphan!
I try to explain to my brother how hard it is to find a job when you
are black, Jewish, disabled, gay with a Mexican boyfriend, are a drug
addict, HIV positive, bald, and an orphan. But he doesn't get it.
Frustrated, I hang up.
It's then I realize I only have one hand!!!
With tears in my eyes I go to the window to look out.
I see I live in a shanty-town full of cardboard and tin houses!
There is trash everywhere.
Suddenly I feel a sharp pain near my pacemaker.... Pacemaker?
Besides being black, Jewish, disabled, a fairy with a Mexican
boyfriend, a drug addict, HIV positive, bald, orphaned, unemployed, an
invalid with
one hand, and having a bad heart, I live in a crappy neighborhood.
At that very moment my boyfriend approaches and says to me, 'Sweetie
pie, my love, my little black heart throb, have you decided what you are
going to wear to Washington to see Obama.
Say it isn't so!!! I can handle being a black, disabled, one armed,
drug addicted, Jewish homosexual on a pacemaker who is HIV positive,
bald, orphaned, unemployed, lives in a slum, and has a Mexican
boyfriend,but
please, oh dear God, please don't tell me I'm a Democrat ...