NASCAR NEWS ... Jeff Gordon fires his entire pit crew
This announcement followed Gordon's decision to take advantage of the government's scheme to employ Harlem youngsters.
The decision to hire them was brought about by a recent documentary on how unemployed youths from Harlem were able to remove a set of wheels in less than 6 seconds without proper equipment, whereas Gordon's existing crew could only do it in 8 seconds with millions of dollars worth of high tech equipment. It was thought to be an excellent and bold move by Gordon's management team as most races are won or lost in the pits.
However-Gordon got more than he bargained for!
At the crew's first practice session, not only was the inexperienced crew able to change all 4 wheels in under 6 seconds, but within 12 seconds they had changed the paint scheme, altered the Vin number, and sold the car to Dale Jr. for 10 cases of Bud, a bag of weed, and some photos of Jeff Gordon's wife in the shower.
Jeff Gordon's wife - not in shower
Does anyone else besides me see a problem with the fact that the entire Western hemisphere seems to be celebrating the United States for electing a black man? The celebrations are based solely on the color of his skin. At first it was the fact that he could sing-song like an old black preacher, but people have quickly forgotten every word he said (luckily for him). Now all anyone remembers is that we elected a man because he is black.
Yes, I realize that at the time many people were actually voting for him because they liked the way he spoke or the way his suit hung on him or because they hated John McCain, or one of several other reasons, but that was a long time ago in Media Time and The Press has forgotten already. All anyone in The Press remembers anymore is that we elected "The First Black President" for being black. That's how it is here in The Land of Confusion. And they are quite happy about it. Nevermind what it reveals about The Press and their personal bigotry. Nevermind what it implies about the voters who swore up and down that they weren't voting for Obama based on skin color, because if they weren't then they'd be damned insulted about the implications of what The Press is saying now.
So, are they? Thus far the only person I have heard say anything against this celebration of skin color has been columnist Thomas Sowell, a black professor living in San Francisco. He openly says how stupid he thinks it is, and how destructive for our nation that we would celebrate a national leader based on something so unimportant to the job at hand.
How long have we been hearing from on high that prefering anyone based on skin color is wrong? It's been all of my life. That's a damn long time. And yet everyone is so excited about the color of this one man's skin. The fact that this man is as white as he is black has been ignored. We're not allowed to acknowledge that. Oh no, that would be bad. We don't want no white in our first black whatever.
Too bad for his mama, because she's a honky and thus has to be ignored. If she were only the 'right' color we could hold her up as an icon of feminist success, a single mother who hooked up with a 'typical' worthless man and had his baby all by herself. We can't acknowledge her because it would mean acknowledging that Our First Black President is half white.
And yet it's there, an inconvenient truth.
Now every time he appoints another semi-black person to some other position of power we hear it all over again, "the first black whatever" and the crowd goes wild.
My friends, THIS is what racism is, celebrating someone for their skin color and not for their qualifications or personal achievements. It's just plain arrogant. It's insulting. And it's stupid.
Of course, these same twats didn't celebrate Condaleeza Rice. No, they ranted on and on about how ugly she is. And they didn't celebrate Colin Powell, either. Until he endorsed Barack Obama. Then suddenly they stopped calling him "Uncle Tom" and started patting him on the back and calling him "pal". Yeah, with friends like these you'd best start working on a secret hiding place in your home where you can go when the seasons change and you suddenly find yourself out of fashion. This sort of thinking can make life very interesting.
Just ask Ann Frank.
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