Wow! An invaluable treatise on the values of slavery and the brilliance of DeSantis, succinctly presented. I suspect your many encounters with people of the African-American persuasion while living in Portland, Indiana, helped open your mind to the virtues of white supremacy.
When you and I lived in Portland, Indiana, in the '60s, the Black population there was about a dozen— roughly equivalent to the Jewish population, which of course included you and me. This in a town of 7,000.
If ever there was a governor who deserved to be skewered and turned slowly over a fire pit by a slave who was learning culinary skills, that would be our Ronnie Boy. And you have shish-kibabbed him most skillfully, Dan. The John Wilkes Booth encomium puts the Gov in perfect company. But being honored by that venerable Philadelphia club? I don't get it.
From reader Len Lear:
I, for one, am offended!
I love “Camptown Races.”
I sang it at my bar mitzvah instead of that boring “haftorah,” and the rabbi gave me a standing ovation.
From reader Alan Richman:
Wow! An invaluable treatise on the values of slavery and the brilliance of DeSantis, succinctly presented. I suspect your many encounters with people of the African-American persuasion while living in Portland, Indiana, helped open your mind to the virtues of white supremacy.
When you and I lived in Portland, Indiana, in the '60s, the Black population there was about a dozen— roughly equivalent to the Jewish population, which of course included you and me. This in a town of 7,000.
In the same vein, the Holocaust provided some of its participants (do not use the term " victims") a scenic train ride through Eastern Europe.
If ever there was a governor who deserved to be skewered and turned slowly over a fire pit by a slave who was learning culinary skills, that would be our Ronnie Boy. And you have shish-kibabbed him most skillfully, Dan. The John Wilkes Booth encomium puts the Gov in perfect company. But being honored by that venerable Philadelphia club? I don't get it.
Brilliant!!