I went to the Watermelon Festival in Carytown Sunday. Heard: a volunteer at the Libertarian Party booth say the n-word. Maybe that's why they meet in the 7500 block of Broad Street instead of downtown. The Libertarians want to take over New Hampshire so that they can be with their own kind. I hope they secede - oops -succeed. Live frei or die, say I. One thing is certain: they'll have a white Christmas. Seen: a Confederate flag on the back of someone's shirt in the milling crowd. And of course, booths for those two sons of bitches, er, the Confederacy, George Felix Allen and Jim "Manchurian Man" Webb, both culpable in perpetuating a dangerous myth, that dying for slavery is a noble cause. Not seen: black musicians with a few exceptions. I did find a theme for any future candidacies: "It's not easy being sleazy" by the Dirty Truth - or maybe I should let Bill Clinton have it. And then there was the Stepin Fetchit (or was it Bojangles? - it's so hard to keep my racist icons straight) knockoff dancing in front of the crowd listening to the band. Creeped me out, it did.
You never turned around to see the frowns
on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you. - Bob Dylan
We don't know what the secret formula for Kentucky Fried Chicken is. Maybe the secret ingredient of the Carytown Watermelon Festival is racism. I don't know. I'm just a
fruit trader.
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Why don't you move??
You're the one who's going to move. And I'm the one who's going to move you.
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