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Dan,

You could be right...but you're not.

Do you know the story? Here's the Cliff Note version...

Br'er Rabbit finds Tar Baby and gets miffed that TB won't fight. BR takes a poke at TB and gets himself tied up with an imaginary foe who won't fight back. Who wins? Br'er Fox the clever one who made TB. Who lost? BR who got in a fight he could never win with an imaginary foe.

Explain the alleged racism in your own words rather than using Wiki.
 
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Dan,

You could be right...but you're not.

Do you know the story? Here's the Cliff Note version...

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Tom I sure do know the story. It's a term you ought to lose as now it has a different meaning than when the story was written in 1881 here in Atlanta.

Tar Baby will get you in big trouble in downtown Atlanta so be forewarned. I grew up with the term and it was used interchangable with the words nigger and coon to describe the color of a persons' skin.
 
Do you remember the teacher that got in trouble because he used the word "niggardly"? People will get upset over whatever they want to get upset over.
 
Ummm, (tongue in cheek) Why dont we all throw a few 'faggots' -small twisted hunks of wood- on the fire, share a little good cheer, and all be focused on sharing the details of our profession? Treework, that is!
 
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Ummm, (tongue in cheek) Why dont we all throw a few 'faggots' -small twisted hunks of wood- on the fire, share a little good cheer, and all be focused on sharing the details of our profession? Treework, that is!

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No doubt typed while sucking on a fag! LOL
 
I think this place is safe enough to share anything with.

No mob mentality, no perverts.
 
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Sing a new song, that one is getting old.

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Speaking of old songs! Sorry OM, I couldn't resist.

Aqualung

Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone
the army's up the road
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
 
"Lost For Words"

I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in the cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night


Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go [censored] myself
You know you just can't win
 
OK, anyone know a happier song?

Are those really the lyrics to Aqualung? If those are correct, I have really been messing up those lyrics in my head.
 
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