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May 05, 2006

The Color of My Skin

Because of the color of my skin, they laugh at the way I speak.

Because of the color of my skin, I must not like them.

Because of the color of my skin, they don't want me to make their drink.

Because of the color of my skin, I charge them too much.

Because of the color of my skin, they don't tip me.

Because of the color of my skin, they think nothing of insulting me.

Because of the color of my skin, I cut them off when they've had enough to drink and I'm tired of listening to them running their mouth.

Because of the color of my skin, I'm a racist.

Thankfully, the people coming into my bar who think as the above are in a minority. But it is enough of a group to ruin an otherwise pleasant evening.

The truth is that I am a bartender who doesn't give anything away for free and will not get you drunk. I freely accept my regular role as the bad guy in certain situations. I am the one who will be sent over to cut you off. I will be the one to make sure you pay what is owed to us; no more, no less. I will be the one to kick you out when you have overstayed your welcome.

However, the way I treat you has nothing to do with the color of my skin, I merely have a low tolerance for bullshit. I understand that it is difficult to truly get to know me over the short time you are sitting at the bar, but to assume that I treat you different simply due to a difference in skin tones leads me to believe you may be a prejudiced fool. And life is far too short for me to deal with any more assholes than the one I already have (or am, depending on your point of view).

I yearn for the day when I can hang up my bar-towel forever. It has been too long in the coming.

Anyway, to lighten matters up somewhat, I will close with a quote from Chuck:

I'm watching this old tape today, and there's an MCI commercial about the Internet, and how wonderful and tranquil and beautiful it is. There's nice pre-Titanic music playing and a boy tossing flower petals and people appear saying the following: "There is no race. There is no gender. There are no infirmities. There are only minds."

It's a thing of beauty, a spin that would make Herman Goerring proud.
I would like to re-shoot that commercial only, instead of little boys
throwing flowers, flash up posts off Usenet. Every one is genuine (and most are from ASVS). Enjoy.

Titanic music starts playing...

There is no race
That little Jew Philip will post a public apology as soon as realized he will be in a little trouble if he doesn't....

You are a trendy fucking pussy ass nigger

There is no gender
This must be her "time of the month" then eh?

Can we see you naked?

There are no infirmities
Good Grief, am I the only person on this NG who isn't on medication?

There are only minds
All your base are belong to us!

"The power of the Internet. Bringing people together, so they can fuel their hatred." MCI

EDIT: I finally found the original commercial.


Posted by Skayhan at May 5, 2006 03:04 AM

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