Monday, August 21, 2006

Colo(u?)red Folks on Planes!

British "holidaymakers" faced a traveler's worst nightmare when they were shocked and dismayed to find a couple of colored people on their plane. These two coloreds--who somehow had gotten passports and full British passports despite the dark nature of their skin--were seen engaging in extremely suspicious behavior such as talking in some undeciferable colored person tongue, looking at their watches as if to check how long it was taking to take off, having long hair and being unshaven, and being the target of veiled racist slurs.

Stunned by the flight crew's eagerness to fly despite the presence of these un-pale intruders, the passengers heroically took matters into their own hands by muttering unfounded allegations under their breath and making accusatory statements about the colored men. It goes without mentioning that of course, being good (non-pigmented) English folks, the travelers did not directly mention that these colored heathens were, in fact, colored.

Finally, thanks to their efforts, the colored men were escorted off the plane by police to be lynched in the court of random pass-by conjecture. This vindicated many of the passengers in the decision as the men did not struggle or resist, almost as if they were resigned to the fact that their skin color made surrounding people want to jump out of their skins. As we know, any good (melanin-deficient) citizen would struggle mightly if wrongly accused, as no one of importance has even been charged or worse killed for resisting the will of law enforcement officials.

Despite the resultant delay, soon all of the travelers were able to resume their flight schedule as the plan took off just a few hours late and minus those talking, watching-checking sand-niggers who were actually of South Asian descent.

Of course we can all be relieved to know that the situation resolved well: In this case, the unfittingly dark folks were not allow to fly the friendly skies and the only outcome was positive: A bunch of brave British men and women learned a valuable lesson, "Sand-niggers can come from Asia too!"

But can we always count on heroic civilians acting on their own will to advert disasters? What happens the next time some person WHO DOES NOT BURN IN THE SUN decides to check his watch on the runway?

This might sound harsh, but these are desperate times we live in. Sure, in the past we never needed to hold slaves, commit genocides and generally subjugate other people, but now that the terrorists have come along and they are not the color of freshly squeezed milk, we must adjust to our environment.

I'm tired of these motherfucking coloreds on these motherfucking planes. --->I'm not a racist<---Some of my best friends are colored, but the last thing I want to see when I am about to hurdle through the atmosphere is some colored person next to me talking or eating a sandwich or some slanty-eyed chink who might be hiding some explosives in their eyelid crease.

Sure, in this PC era, it's not a pretty solution. But let me ask you an honest question. Would you rather take away some colored person's rights and not lose any of your own whatsoever, or would you rather be BLOWN TO SMITHEREENS?

Sure, Michelle Malkin and Ann Coulter and Jonah Goldberg and the rest of us will miss our colored travel companions, hell, we might even miss Michelle Malkin, but it's all for the safety of the (properly tinted) citizens of our (white) nations.

Starting Med School


My wife started med school today. Last week was orientation week, concluded by her "White Coat Ceremony" on Saturday. Basically, the WCC is a kind of reverse graduation where many of the first-year students' families and loved ones come out to hear some pompuous speeches and then watch with joy as the students receive their first physician's coat.

The ceremony climaxes with the students putting the new coats on each other as a symbol of the collaborative spirit that will help carry them through their four years of schooling.

Several of the couples at the ceremony were ones in which the non-participating member was already a doctor. They said that it will be quite difficult to maintain the strength in relationship through the rigorous four years.

That's part of the reason why I was so thankful that they incorporated us into the orientation process. The students spent last week learning about the program during the day, but the upper-year students would then take them out on "outings". Spouses who RSVPed early were also allowed to come along. On Wednesday we went to a White Sox game and then on Thursday dinner cruised on Lake Michigan.

Having been multi-year veterans of the long-distance relationship, one of the most important elements to success was "shared experience". Anotherwards, it made a huge difference that, despite our distance, we had firsthand understanding of what each other's days and schedules were like and what we might be going through.

I kind of feel the same way about medical school--I wish I could directly share the experience with my loved one, but at least having met her classmates and instructors, I feel like I have a better idea of the environment she's going to be in and that makes me less anxious.

The other relevation that I found fascinating was the demographic of the student class. Unlike many medical schools, UIC-Med is extremely diverse, with whites making up only a minority fraction of the enrollment. However, in terms of economic class, the students were much more homogenous. Liz told me that only 14% of the students' parents had not attended university, and the large majority of them had at least one parent who was an MD.

Hearing that made me both proud and mad. Proud that the woman I love is amazing enough to overcome those odds, but also upset that our society is so unequitable in the opportunities it affords its citizens and the reality it points to:

Some of the best doctors in the world never get to even dream of practicing. Some of the best teachers never see the light of a classroom. Some of the best judges only get to see the wrong side of the bench.

And we all suffer for it.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Still dead...

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