All-in-One? Really?

White Coffee!?

There is just something about the coffee party...

Are they independent?

Or are they drones?

They all look quite white.

And they claim to represent...

...who?

Some are old.

Some are young(er).

Some have all the latest electronic gear.

Some have a flag.

Some sit outside.

And some inside.

Some bring babies. (and some dogs)

They sit in comfortable booths.

Or stand for pictures. (with another dog!?)

They hold up signs.

And pose as groups.

They just casually hang out.

But have you noticed who is missing?

They are represented by the old whites.

And small white groups.

And larger white groups.

Who get into bigger and bigger white groups.

And still.

They never really.

Become inclusive.

The Coffee Party is a big white joke.

I mean really.

Who's ever heard of White Coffee?

Four Words

Barack Speaks

An Old Pilot's Tale

If you've lived to be 85 you think you know who you are; then along comes someone and blows it all to hell!

An old pilot sat down and ordered a cup of coffee. As he sat sipping his coffee, a young woman sat down next to him. She turned to the pilot and asked, 'Are you a real pilot?'

He replied, 'Well, I've spent my whole life flying biplanes and various other aircraft types – I flew in WWII in B–29s, and later in the Korean War, taught dozens of people to fly, and gave rides to hundreds, so I guess I am a pilot. What about you?'

She said, 'I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about naked women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about naked women. When I shower, I think about naked women. When I watch TV, I think about naked women. It seems everything makes me think of naked women.'

The two sat sipping in silence..

A little while later, a young man sat down on the other side of the old man and asked, 'Are you a real pilot?'

He replied, 'I always thought I was, but I just found out I'm a lesbian.’

Pray for Leroy

At the Saturday night tent revival the preacher announces, "Anyone with 'needs' to be prayed over, come forward, to the front at the altar."

So, Leroy approaches.

"Leroy, what do you want me to pray about for you?"

Leroy replies: "Preacher, I need you to pray for help with my hearing."

The preacher puts one finger in Leroy's ear, and he places the other hand on top of Leroy's head and prays and prays and prays, he prays a blue streak for Leroy.

After a few minutes, the Preacher removes his hands, stands back and asks, "Leroy how is your hearing now?"

Leroy says, "I don't know, Reverend, it ain't 'til next Wednesday."

Life in the United States

Booger Eater!

I Ran Into Tarzan the Other Day...

“I was at the store yesterday, and I ran into Tarzan! I asked him how it was going and if he was into anymore movies.?? He told me that he could no longer make any more movies as he had severe arthritis in both shoulders and could no longer swing from vine to tree. ??I asked how Jane was doing, he told me she was in bad shape, in a nursing home, has Alzheimer’s and no longer recognizes anyone, how sad. I asked about Boy, and he told me that Boy had gone to the big city, got hooked up with bad women, drugs, alcohol, and the only time he heard from him was if he was in trouble or needed something.? I asked about Cheeta, he beamed and said she was doing good, had married a Lawyer and now lived in the White House!!!”

Triplets