Is It Because I`m Black
Throughout my life I have changed my opinion on hundreds of issues whenever new information or demonstrable truths made the holding of those positions untenable. For example, at one time I thought that medical malpractice insurance premiums were based mostly on the number and depth of medical malpractice claims made by injured patients. They are not. It wasn't until I investigated more deeply that I found out that the premiums doctors pay are more likely to go up or down due to the investment returns that insurance companies earn or don't earn.
I have not changed my view of things about which I have direct knowledge rather than mere belief such as the melting point of sodium chloride or the algebraic formula for a hypocycloid with 4 cusps or the incompatibility of Islam with civilized society, for these are based on indisputable facts and not on feelings or emotions.
But there are some people who cannot change their opinions even when presented with new information, information so compelling that logic and reason demand a reversal of position.
And so it is with Liberals and their view of Obama, whom they still worship despite the fact that he is the most inept, corrupt, incompetent, racist, bungling, lying, economically ignorant asshole of a President this country has ever had. So what do Liberals do when presented with his handling of Benghazi, the IRS, the VA deaths, the spying on journalists, “Fast and Furious,” the Pigford affair, the Solyndra debacle, the New Black Panthers' voter intimidation, the pathetic roll-out of Obamacare, and dozens of other scandals? They accuse those who disclose or discover his scandals as racists. All of Obama's incompetency is excused by saying his detractors just don't like Obama because he's black.
Sometimes things are due to other factors than race. Consider the following bit of humor where race is not the entire story:
Penis Contest
Three third-graders, a Jew, an Italian, and an African American are on the playground at recess. The Jewish kid suggests that they play a new game. "Let's see who has the largest dick," he says. "Okay," they all agree.
The Jewish kid pulls down his zipper and whips it out. "That's nothing," says the Italian kid. He whips his out. His is a couple of inches longer. Not to be outdone, the African American whips his out. It is far the biggest, dwarfing the other two in both length and girth. The Jewish and Italian kid are stunned and amazed. "Wow, that thing is huge!" they exclaim.
That night, eating dinner at home, the Black kid's mom asks him what he did at school today.
"Oh, we worked on a science project, had a math test and read out loud from a new book ... and during recess, my friends and I played "Let's see who has the largest dick."
"What kind of game is that, honey?" says the mother.
"Well, me, Sidney and Anthony each pulled out our penises, and I had the biggest! The other kids say it's because I'm black. Is that true, Mom?"
His mother replies: "No, honey. It's because you're twenty-three."
