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-Black history lesson
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This was sent to me by an Africa-American friend named Linda who is also blind. Bob and Harley
1. What African American politician was known as the
"Harlem Fox"?
2. What Olympian became a McDonalds operator?
3. Where was the first historically Black college
founded?
4. Who was the Black surgeon who led the first successful
operation to
separate Siamese twins?
5. Who wrote the 1994 Time Magazine cover story on the
new Black
Renaissance in art?
6. Who was the Dictionary Lady?
7. Who was the first Black army nurse?
8. He opened the largest black-owned resort in America
called Peg Leg
Bates Country Club?
9. During the Presidency of Dwight. D. Eisenhower, he
ordered that
armed federal marshals escort this little girl to an all
white school
in New Orleans?
10. Who was the first African American McDonald's
franchise owner?
11. Who was the first African American to win a national
title in any
sport?
12. What book became the first black book of the
Book-of-the-Month
Club?
2. Who was the first Black army nurse?
3. Who was the Black surgeon who led the first successful
operation to
separate Siamese twins?
4. He opened the largest black-owned resort in America
called Peg Leg
Bates Country Club?
5. Where was the first historically Black college
founded?
6. What African American politician was known as the
"Harlem Fox"?
7. Who was the first African American to win a national
title in any
sport?
8. Who wrote the 1994 Time Magazine cover story on the
new Black
Renaissance in art?
9. . What book became the first black book of the
Book-of-the-Month
Club?
10. Who was the first African American McDonald's
franchise owner?
11. Who was the Dictionary Lady?
12. What Olympian became a McDonalds operator?
From: gabriel gabriel@ap.net
Ashcroft and Log Cabin Well, John Ashcroft was finally confirmed as our new Attorney General, in spite of his record of anti-gay animus, (and anti-black animus, anti-women animus, and you name it). While he won by one of the narrowest margins in Cabinet history (58-42), he still won, and that means Mr. "Do you have the sexual preference of most men?" is in charge of our civil rights, or lack thereof, for the next 4 years. He did, however, effectively have to renounce every belief dear to him in order to pass Senate confirmation, as a result of pressure from all of you and many many others who helped out in the campaign to stop his nomination. An interesting twist came in the final days before the vote on Ashcroft's confirmation. You see, Ashcroft was on the verge of being in serious trouble for the first time during the confirmation process after Amb. James Hormel accused him of lying under oath about their relationship, and former Democratic staffer Paul Offner held a press conference accusing Ashcroft of asking him about his sexual orientation during a job interview in the mid-80s (while testifying under oath before the Senate Judiciary Committee a few weeks ago, Ashcroft said he has NEVER used sexual orientation to determine anyone's fitness for employment. Well, just as we finally found a chink in the Ashcroft armor, who stepped up to save the day, but our own Log Cabin Republicans. Yes, just as John Ashcroft's anti-gay history was finally being exposed to the world - the Washington Post reported on it, and the story was clearly building - Log Cabin found it in their heart to defend this man who once said that gay people should seek help. CNN reported on Log Cabin's defense of Ashcroft, as did other big media outlets.
Now, I understand that Log Cabin is made up of gay
Republicans, but isn't there some limit to the kind of people
these guys are willing to endorse - I mean, they are a GAY
republican group, after all, and I'm assuming (or at least
was assuming) that not every Republican was passable to these
guys. But, lo and behold, the religious right's candidate
for president, John Ashcroft, the man who accepted $10,000
from Pat Robertson, and who refused to repudiate Southern
Partisan magazine and Bob Jones University (that still has an
edict that gay alums will be arrested on returning to
campus), is in the Log Cabin Republicans' eyes, a-ok.
"Revengina" Her mother had died when she was five years old, just after marrying her stepfather. She was now seventeen. They lived in a cottage in the deep, dark woods, wildly surrounded by all manner of green growing things. And strange things grew there too - things that were not green, things the Old Hag Of The Woods collected. The path connecting the road to town and their door was hardly visible. They had no neighbors save for the forest hag, Forestiana by name, who lived about a mile away. It was three miles to town and Revengina only went there to market once a week. Her stepfather was cruel, and ever since her mother died when she was just three, he made Revengina do everything, including bathe him. That was bad enough, but he also fucked her every night without fail for the past five years - the one exception being the night of the new year when he went to town to get drunk and came home the next afternoon. While there, he spent all the extra money Revengina had earned through the year selling roots, seeds, nuts, and berries at the market. There was only enough money left to see them through the rest of the winter, after which she could once again begin collecting and selling the forest produce. It was like this year after year. During this year, the year she turned seventeen, her fortunes changed in a magical manner. One afternoon while gathering black walnuts, she met up with Forestiana, The Hag Of The Woods. "He still fucking your brains out?" She asked the shy child. Revegina confessed that indeed he was. "If only there were some way I could make him stop, I might be a happy girl and even seek a husband. But he rules me and I do not know what to do." The Hag felt true pity for the girl for she had been a sex slave of a Forest Fairy in her childhood and still felt the pain of his nightly visits. She decided to give the fuck-weary girl a means of escape from the evil stepfather. This was her plan: She gave Revegina a magic ointment that was to be rubbed sparingly around and into her pee hole just before her stepfather came for his nightly cumming. As he entered her, Revengina was to picture in her mind some object she wanted his dick to turn into at the dawn of the morrow. "If you are pure of heart," said the Hag, "you will see when you bathe him that IT indeed has changed into what you had imagined the night before. ...But, if you have not chosen the one Magic Object, his IT will transform back to normal at sunset." The excited girl pleaded for the Magic word, but the Bitch Of The Forest's lips were sealed. They parted company and Revengina hurried home tightly clutching the small earthen jar of ointment to her budding breasts. When sundown finally came, Revengina could hardly contain her excitement. For the first time ever, she wanted stepdaddy's dick in her pee hole. When their appointed hour approached, she rubbed the ointment around and into her hole as directed. As hundreds of nights before, he came to her and put his throbbing greeting in IT's familiar holder. As he entered her, Revengina thought of the melon she had seen at the market only the day before. It was green with dark stripes running across its surface. "Please let this be the Magic object!" she prayed. Well, it was magic is some way for sure, for when she gave him his morning bath, a huge mellow attached to his groin bobbed merrily in the water. "OH!" she exclaimed. Her stepfather yelled at her to get on with the scrubbing and ignore that green thing - anyone with half an ounce of sense could see it was only a trick of some angry forest elf. If it is ignored, it will go away. Such were the rules of spells and forest elves. And to her disappointment, the night brought her stepfather and his restored natural cock to her once again. She had repeated the ointment treatment and this time she thought of the friendly squirrel that lived in the apple tree just outside their door. "Please, Old Hag Of The Woods, let this be the Magic object," she minded to herself. Sadly, once again it was only a little magic. For although the squirrel was attached the next morning at bath time as the melon had been, frantically trying to keep from drowning, splashing and gurgling in a furry frenzy in the wooden tub, it disappeared with the setting sun and IT returned. And so it went for the next fourteen days and nights. Revengina tried imagining a pine cone and a stick and a jagged rock and even a large carp like the one she had seen swimming in the stream. All her objects were only temporary, for each night it was the same fucking thing all over again. On the seventeenth day, the real Magic began. While on her way to the Hag's cottage to beg the Magic Object's name, Revengina was startled by the unfamiliar sound of hoof beats on the forest path. She knew it was the young Prince Sliverdick (so named by evil nursemaids who were overheard laughing in a discussion about his wee weiner one day in the pantry - they were imprisoned for life - but the name became widely used by the townsfolk), for she had a dream the night before that he would marry her within a fortnight. He was glorious in his splendid gilt-edged silk robes. He stopped next to her and fell instantly in love with her - of course. So did Revengina with him - of course. But her fear, shame, and shy nature caused her to run and hide in the dense trees. Yet she did manage to say aloud her name in answer to his request just as she disappeared from his sight. That night at the usual time, the stepfather came to her. It was the coldest night of the autumn and Revengina could only think of the icicle she had seen hanging from the cottage door frame when she returned that evening from her foraging. And so it was at sun-up that she found her stepfather awaiting his scrub down with a seven inch icicle hanging where IT should have been. With sudden inspiration, She helped him into the tub and fetched the large pot of boiling water she had heating to make the daily stew. She quickly poured the steaming water over the icicle and marveled at how rapidly it melted to only a thin sliver of ice that was gone in a magical sparkling instant more. The Stepfather screamed and lurched from the tub, but it was too late. IT had disappeared. All that remained was a tiny hole he used in the future to relieve himself like a woman. He ran naked into the forest, absolutely insane. Legend has it that he was captured by a band of gypsies and made a eunuch slave. He was fucked in the ass nightly. For those who like a happy ending even for the bad guys, some say he grew to like it. As for Revegina and Sliverdick - well.....he had her name after all. Of course they did. The jar of ointment was magic itself; it never emptied! And after they married, Revengina thought up a new twist to his dick every night. He was Ten Inch Man, and Super Glands Man, and Iron Rod Man, and Cum Again And Again And Again And Again Man, and a thousand other delightful Fuck Tools Of Her Imagination Man. He became known as Prince of a Thousand Dicks, and later as King of a Thousand Pricks. They had seventeen children. All males, and all hung like oxen. Forestiana got drunk from elderberry wine at the wedding and danced herself to death - it was OK - she was 103 years old after all and had served her purpose. The nursemaids were pardoned by the Prince but had to serve as town whores to all the traveling merchants - and they were not allowed to charge a penny. They gathered roots, seeds, nuts, and berries to sustain themselves. And the IT fixer, the magic elixir, is legended to exist to this day. So if you wake up one morning sprouting a melon or a squirrel where your cock should be, have no fear. All will right itself by nightfall. But....... NEVER mention an icicle to your sex partner!
Oh - King Of All Cocks and Revegina lived happily ever
fuckin' after. Of course they did. But you knew that
at the start, you clever fox.
You have obviously picked the wrong market for your delightful tale! It
should be published as a Coffee Table book for Sophisticated Adult
Readers--much like Mark Twain's "1601, Fireside Conversations in the Time of
the Tudors"
I have a comment on your story as you requested. I think the story was fucking amazing and thought the fucking publishers must all be fucking nuts not to publish it. The fucking kids would do well to read the fuck out of it and learn a valuable lesson in life. The only criticism I might have is the fucking story didn't have enough fucking cursing and swearing. Where else are those fucking little bastards going to learn the right fucking way to use one of the most used and useable parts of speech.
Fucking Hugs,
Headlines:
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2) A new rainbow kilt aimed at gay men is causing a flap
among members of Scotland's Tartan Society, the Scottish
Daily Record reports. Approval of the rainbow tartan has
caused society president Duncan Paisley to suspend all
future tartans until a review can be held. "It was not
approved with the knowledge it was a gay tartan," he said.
But Keith Lumsden, who approved the rainbow kilt, asked,
"Who are we to say that some people should not have a
tartan?"
3) The very public and highly embarrassing scramble
yesterday over published reports that the White House
intended to abolish executive level offices on AIDS and
race
relations was the subject of an interesting analysis in The
New York Times on Thursday. Comments made by White
House chief of staff Andrew Card and printed in USA
Today on Wednesday, were disavowed by the
administration's press secretary Ari Fleischer within hours
of their publication. The Times called the "highly unusual"
sequence of events a case in which Bush's usually smooth
message machine simply fell apart at the seams. The
newspaper quotes AIDS advocates, African American
groups and their Democratic allies as suspecting that Card
was not mistaken, as Fleischer told the press, but was
giving voice to an agreed upon course of action. The
symbolism of such a course, however, coming so soon after
John Ashcroft's controversial confirmation as attorney
general, could not have been more inopportune for Bush,
and many suspect higher ups in the administration abruptly
reversed course and decided to let Card take the fall.
4) Members of the Atlanta Baptist Association last week
refused to follow the lead of the national Southern Baptist
Convention, voting to allow two gay-friendly churches to
remain members. But while pastors of the two Atlanta
churches praised the vote, the head of the SBC called for
other congregations to abandon the local group in protest.
Other churches should "take a strong look to see if they
want to be a part of that kind of association," James
Merritt, pastor of Snellville Baptist Church outside
Atlanta
and president of the SBC, told the SBC's news service,
Baptist Press. "If [homosexuality] doesn't disqualify you
from membership in the association, what would? Can a
church practice open adultery, polygamy, desecration of the
Lord's Supper and be a part of the Atlanta Baptist
Association?" he said.
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on 2/9/01 3:47 AM, Ben Boxer at benboxer@mediaone.net wrote:
Now, as I recall, FDR used to let Eleanor "run things up the flag pole"
during his administration. Might be interesting to see Bush's Chief of
Staff in drag as Eleanor Roosevelt, lol.
on 2/9/01 3:47 AM, Ben Boxer at benboxer@mediaone.net wrote:
Now, the question is, how do we get a kilt made of this tartan?
End of silverfoxesclub-digest V1 #135
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