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I think we can all take a lesson from LeBron James winning his second NBA championship last night. It doesn’t matter what situation you’re born into. It doesn’t matter if statistics say that you’re more likely to end up in prison than graduate high school. It doesn’t matter what the critics say. If you work hard, always believe yourself, and develop into a 6’9″ ultra athlete, you can do anything!

I think it’s outrageous that while the African-American community has BET, the white community in America has no TV news networks to call their own. I mean, other than Fox News, CNN, MSNBC, C-SPAN, and the BBC. Racism at its very worst I tell you.

On a similar note I often hear many of my fair skinned brethren complaining about February being Black History month. Really? They were systematically oppressed for hundreds of years, and we think that 28 days (Notice that it’s the shortest month) of commercials and school projects is too much to ask for?

Are we killing bears or saving fish? You be the judge. 

I enjoy many things. Many of those things are simple. And one simple thing that I particularly enjoy is pointing out subtle racism.

We live in 2011 (Most of us anyways. That’d be cool if someone from the future was reading this.) and for the most part, we as a society have made meaningful steps towards racial equality. However, there seems to be a few remaining vestiges of bigotry. One specifically that I’d like to expose today is something that affects us all. But mostly the children. Yes, the children are at risk! Ha ha. Are you on the edge of your chair with wheels? Good.

Do you think it’s appropriate to call people colored? Hm. I don’t think so either. I’d imagine it would be quite offensive to be referred to as colored. But there is a double standard!

Colored pencils.
Why not something a little bit more socially tolerant, such as diversity pencils? Crayola better watch out before they have a lawsuit on their hands.

I’m going to write a book. But it’s probably not going to be anything like War and Peace or The Great Gatsby. I’m thinking about something more along the lines of Where’s Waldo. I loved those “books” as a kid. Ah. I want to be the guy who makes up something cool like that. And then for the rest of my life when people ask “What is it that you do?”, I can reply, “I was the guy who came up with Where’s Waldo. So yeah. I pretty much just live off of that?” And people would be impressed. They’d probably ask me if they could take pictures with me and everything. I’d usually say yes, but if I were at a restaurant eating dinner with my family, I’d be like, “Hey, I know I’m a pretty big deal, but I’m out with my family, so back off.” Yeah, that’d be the life.

Cap'n Crunch


The other day I bought a box of Cap’n Crunch, the Oops All Berries kind. My initial thought was that the berries were my favorite part of the cereal anyway, so I might as well quit the pretense of it all and skip the yellow square pieces altogether. Well, I ate the cereal, and it was kind of a letdown. Without the not so tasty yellow squares, the berries were no longer special. There was nothing for me to save till the end, and each bite was exactly the same. Berried in that anecdote there’s a life lesson to be learned. Life isn’t about eating just the berries. So this day, enjoy the yellow squares, because they’re what make the berries all the more wonderful.


Because everyone knows that honey tastes best when it comes from a bear.


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