You Can Pick Your...

clipped from article.nationalreview.com Well, you can’t pick your grandma, but you can pick your pastor. And Obama picked the wrong one if he aspires to be the president of all America — an America that includes citizens of all colors who cringe at self-serving racial rationalizations masquerading as moral salvation.

Michelle nails it. And luckily, it's just blacks who are special. There are no Hispanics, Indians, Asians, etc in this country apparently.

Hmm. Why is that? Maybe because they are Americans?

And this reminds me of a gratuitous but impossible to forget joke that my departed dear friend Pete loved to tell:

You can pick your nose, and you can pick your friends, but you can't wipe your friends on the couch.

There, I've said it. I can see Pete trying to suppress a belly laugh right now. And I'm sure someone will find a way to tar me for being a racist for saying it too at the rate this is going...