My, my, we've been busy haven't we? Probably spent the whole week-end going over in your head how you were going to storm onto Cynique's Corner and show some balls! LMAO. I can see you now, frantically writing and rewriting your rebuttals which are nothing more than you putting your spin on issues in a lame attempt to dazzle people with a lot of convoluted drivel and, as usual, quotes from other people. Yawn.
And I'm still chuckling at your error-filled dissertation, telling black folks that they once knew how to swim. No shit. Who doesn't know that any athlete of any color can become a good swimmer, under the right conditions. Puleeze. Nobody is surprised that black people were and can be good swimmers because we all know people who were and are. You are deluded into thinking that everything you say or write is a great revelation rather than something that anybody with any critical thinking skills can't figure out for themselves. But critical thinking is a foreign concept to you. And why don't you get some new material? That tired old distorted reference about Emmitt Till and Rosa Parks is so played out, along with the flashbacks that enable you to go into intricate detail about the habits of old women because being raised by such women made you an expert on them. For somebody who thinks they are so sharp, you are really dim-witted.
You need to step back and ask yourself why my reminiscences offend you so? You are fixated on them! Why do they send you into such a frenzy? They don't bother anybody but you. I have noted that my childhood is not as rare as some people might perceive it to be. Others are the ones who find it different . What distinguishes my reflections is that they span 83 years of the American experience, Dummy. But because you are such a pathological liar, you think everybody else is, and you want everyone to focus on your "easy-A" black history ramblings that anybody who attended a community college can yap about. ROTFLOL Transparency, thy name is sara.