Posted on 01/16/2012 1:48:07 PM PST by Lazamataz
ON this Martin Luther King day, it is customary to review the progress African Americans have made in striding towards a level of equality with the majority races.
But I wish to speak of the unsung heros of the Civil Rights movement: Velociraptors.
I, as a velociraptor in a wool suit, have experienced HORRIFIC discrimination since the day I first poked my snout out of the stout eggshell that served as my womb.
The level of discrimination a dromaeosaurid theropod dinosaur from the Cretaceous faces, is unreal. Hell, I walk onto a MARTA train ...and everyone screams and runs, and MARTA police are ALWAYS shooting at me.
Good thing I hunt in packs. If not for my friends, the cops would have gotten me a long time ago.
And as far as jobs?? FORGET IT. Let's leave aside the fact that I usually devour the interviewer in the first 30 seconds, shall we? The fact remains: I *NEVER* GET THE OFFER.
Housing is impossible to acquire for a 'raptor. Every time I fill out a lease, it's always the same 'stereotypical' questions: "Have you eaten any of your neighbors?" This is not even considered a discriminatory question under the Fair Housing Act, yet it is clearly directed at those of us of the Thunder Lizard Persuasion.
Because of the housing discrimination I face, I must live in the woods, and as you can imagine, there are far fewer people to eat there. Location, for a velociraptor, is everything.
Is there any federal aid available for us? I should think not. NOT ONE BILL in the last 100 Congresses have been written to address the special difficulties faced by velociraptors in wool suits. Hell, I cannot even enter a federal building without the National Guard being called, and this -- obviously -- prevents me from obtaining scholorships, Welfare, or even Food Stamps.
And we marched, back in the 1960's, right alongside the Ray Innis' and the Jesse Jacksons' and the Martin Luther Kings'. We were leaping on police detachments with 20-foot vertical leaps, tearing heads from bodies, and disemboweling police with a single swipe of our vicious claws. Yet are we given ANY credit for helping minorities have a voice in America?
We need to talk about the discrimination shown towards velociraptors in wool suits. I hope this article can open that dialogue.
In this war, things get confused out there, power, ideals, the old morality, practical military necessity. But out there with these natives it must be a temptation to be god. Because there’s a conflict in every human heart, between the rational and the irrational, between good and evil. And good does not always triumph. Sometimes the dark side overcomes what Lincoln called the better angels of our nature. Every man has got a breaking point. You and I have one. Grace has reached hers. And very obviously, she has gone insane......
Peace and Grace used to rule this place, and Angels guarded the door. Now Peace is dead and the Angels have fled and Grace has turned into a whore.
Sorry Laz.... that’s as weird as I can get on short notice.
Stay safe !
Not bad.
But it's no Lazamataz.
Something that you should be eternally grateful for, of course.
Lazamataz ~ Not bad.
But it's no Lazamataz.
Pikers.
Darks! You are needed here...
LMAO !....... Night Ya’ll !!
Well, considering you did not bother to ping one of your oldest (I thought) FRiends on the subject, then I have nothing to offer that will help you with your dilemma.
Velociraptors have brains the size of a walnut.
Too late to claim stupidity. About 10 years too late, old buddy.
You can hit a Velociraptors, but you have to hit it the way it wants to be hit.
Pretty weird.
It’s impossible to remember to ping everyone, bro. Oftimes it is who I’d conversed with recently. No offense intended. Golly, I think I pinged a grand total of less than 2 dozen! Closer to a dozen than two dozen.
Ping to something different.
As for Laz, it’s a different technique on the classic race card.
Vintage Laz.
Would you consider bacon flavored toothpaste?
I try.....:o)
Hope yer well troop.... Stay Safe Eaker !
As for Laz, I suppose there's no hope for recovery of his sanity.
(You ever wonder why Laz is close to Liz which is the first syllable of Lizard?? HmmmmmMMMMM??????)
Perhaps you should switch to slacks and a polo shirt? Something in a bright cheerful color that sets off your teeth.
WHOOSH!
Do we really want my teeth ‘set off’? Don’t they go off enough by themselves?
I love the ones to whom even the PURCHASE of a clue is impossible. :)
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon swamp light of hope to millions of Velociraptors who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity and end their voracious hunger.
But one hundred years later, the Velociraptor still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Velociraptor is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Velociraptor lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Velociraptor is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
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Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my fellow amphibians.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream...
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all preditors are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former reptiles and the eggs of former Velociraptor owners will be able to sit down together at the table of all species.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom, justice, and room for incisors and canine teeth alike.
I have a dream that my four little amphibians will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their scales but by the content of their character and their protein mix.
I have a dream today!
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