**Updated** I did not write this. It was emailed to me. It was just too good to not post.
Many believed this day would never come, but in a few short days, an African American man will move from his private residence into a much larger and infinitely more expensive one owned not by him but by the taxpayers. A vast lawn, a perimeter fence and many well trained security specialists will insulate him from the rest of us but the mere fact that this man will be residing in this house should make us all stop and count our blessings – because it proves that we live in a nation where anything is possible.
Today, I thank the Lord above that I am an American and that I live in a nation where wrongs are righted, where justice matters and where truly anything is possible.
Who is this man, you ask? See below.
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You. Crack. Me. Up. But I still believe the gloves didn’t fit. (Not.)
A-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You had me there!!! Seriously. Hilarious.
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Oh come on…he might not have done it.
Riiiiight.
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That was hilarious!
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You are so right!
I mentioned you on my blog yesterday and want you to know how much I love yours. Blessings!
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sheer genius.
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Oh, I loved this : ). So clever!
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You GOT me!
LOVE it!
My dad sent me this a week or two ago. It totally had me fooled until the end there. Ha ha ha!
I never did think the day would come…
Kristen@nosmallthings last blog post..The Right Thing
It’s been said that he didn’t receive a fair trial because of the murders. I say who gives a shit! Karma is a bitch!
Connie
So freakin’ funny but oh so true!
As I got further and futher I kept thinking, “No. Surely she’s not posting something political. Not my girl Soliloquy. Not my girl who wouldn’t even name the candidate whose sign she and her rebellious husband swapped out one night in a drunken stupor. Surely not she.” But you had me convinced nonetheless.
That was good my friend. Very, very good.
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You got me. And I am not ashamed to admit it.
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