Month: July 2017
Anyone figure out what’s going on here? Garden variety race cucking, or a prank? The kid up front has the right reaction.
“My name is Harmonica Sunbeam,” the reader said, in a voice used to loud rooms. As a warm-up, she had the children sing “This Land Is Your Land” and then march vigorously in place. “I’m getting you ready for Zumba,” she said to laughter from the over-6 set.
She sat down and read aloud from “Morris Micklewhite and the Tangerine Dress” by Christine Baldacchino. The book is about a boy who wore a beloved dress to school every day.
Didn’t the final Fatima Prophecy warn about this very thing?
In these interracial wedding photos, it’s always granny or granddad who looks the least pleased about the proceedings. It’s like they know what’s being lost.
Dad refuses to exercise parental authority over his child throwing a tantrum in public. Relevant quote:
My dad taught me so much about what it means to be a man, but this post is about one thing and one thing only. Being comfortable in the uncomfortable.
AKA shamelessness. Fun fact: America could use less shamelessness and more discretion.