A black boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am black in America, please help." There were no coins in the hat.
that'll be the day you see a little black boy with a sign like this. and a hat to collect coins. what era is this story supposed to take place?
It's in the same era of Apache's story. You'll have to ask him. Don't both him now. He's busy with all the covers members gushing over it's content. Change the principle character to a black boy though....
A white man was walking by. He took out a few coins and purchased a newspaper at a stand near the boy. He dropped his eyes and saw the boy for a moment and thought, "Just another kid of a welfare mother I'm already paying for." He walked away grumbling without putting anything in the hat.
so giving the kid money would be double dipping.
Apparently, you're the white man in the story!
The black boy soon realized saw no one would put money in his hat. Black men and women had none to spare and white men and women wouldn't give. He took the sign, turned it around and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone would see the new words.
The hat never filled up though...
the key to getting people to give you money is start with a quarter already in the hat. obviously this little kid needs to brush up on his begging skills.
How can one start with a quarter when they have nothing to begin with?
That afternoon, the white man who bought the newspaper came back to buy to Camel cigarettes. He saw the boy again and thought "Still beggin huh? Get a job shining shoes or something."
Why is the difference what type of cigarette brand that he bought? a white man can't smoke newport lights?
Insignificant detail in the story which has clearly made you lose it's true meaning...
The man saw the boy's sign said something different, "The saddest thing in the world is a man who is blind but thinks he can see"
maybe this lazy little kid should get a job as a fortune cookie writer.
If every fortune cookie fortune said, "Eat shit and die" and you were the recipient, I'd work right beside him.
The driver of the R124 bus, which runs down Wilmont street at 2:53pm every day didn't see the man jaywalking into his lane as he still has his head turned reading the sign. Upon impact, the man flew 50 feet in the air. His brown loafers remained neatly place where he once stood. The black boy rushed to his side and held his hand. The boy was colorless this time. He wasn't the son of a welfare mother. The man breathlessly murmured only two words, "Help me...."
so if the black kid wasn't there begging on the street in the first place, then this wouldn't have happened.
The same can be said for blind kids then...
After the white man's extensive recuperation, he came to find his health care maximum thresholds had been reached. He still was not fully healed. He and his family spent the rest of his life soliciting donations from the general public, with no preconditions on race when asking.
if the man didn't have to pay for 100's of other family's healthcare plans, then this wouldn't be an issue.
So let me get this straight. If you are unemployed and therefore do not have adequate healthcare coverage, all men, women and children of any age, race or ethnicity should just suffer and die with any disease, injury or ailment that befalls them?
Also, you are paying for public education for untold numbers through property taxes if you own a home. Should you shutter all schools in America since it is socialized like emergency services are?
Moral of the story:
if you want to be a successful panhandling prince, the key to filling your quota for the day is learn how to do a little dance and don't use your race as an excuse.
you are the biggest fucking idiot in the history of covers. so the moral of the story is a white man got ran over by a bus because the little black kid was begging on the street corner.we can only wish it was you. you know they have laws in california against panhandling. they rounded up all the homeless and put them on a bus to vegas
you are the biggest fucking idiot in the history of covers. so the moral of the story is a white man got ran over by a bus because the little black kid was begging on the street corner.we can only wish it was you. you know they have laws in california against panhandling. they rounded up all the homeless and put them on a bus to vegas
wrong scalabrine, black is an excuse, pure and simple.
let me ask you a question, why did you never respond to my "being asian in america" thread?
when the japanese bombed pearl harbor in 1941 and the entire united states was outraged and ready to slaughter any asian person that they seen, even if they already were u.s. citizens. and then take vietnam, how many americans were killed by asians in that war? so for all of this hatred towards asians years ago, why is it in this day and age that an asian man has no problems making a living in this country?
and the black man is still complaining about not getting fair treatment? maybe they need to take a closer look at the hard working asian man and maybe they'll get a clue as to how to be something other than a barrier for their next generation.
A black boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am black in America, please help." There were no coins in the hat.
A white man was walking by. He took out a few coins and purchased a newspaper at a stand near the boy. He dropped his eyes and saw the boy for a moment and thought, "Just another kid of a welfare mother I'm already paying for." He walked away grumbling without putting anything in the hat.
The black boy soon realized saw no one would put money in his hat. Black men and women had none to spare and white men and women wouldn't give. He took the sign, turned it around and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone would see the new words.
The hat never filled up though...
That afternoon, the white man who bought the newspaper came back to buy to Camel cigarettes. He saw the boy again and thought "Still beggin huh? Get a job shining shoes or something."
The man saw the boy's sign said something different, "The saddest thing in the world is a man who is blind but thinks he can see"
The driver of the R124 bus, which runs down Wilmont street at 2:53pm every day didn't see the man jaywalking into his lane as he still has his head turned reading the sign. Upon impact, the man flew 50 feet in the air. His brown loafers remained neatly place where he once stood. The black boy rushed to his side and held his hand. The boy was colorless this time. He wasn't the son of a welfare mother. The man breathlessly murmured only two words, "Help me...."
After the white man's extensive recuperation, he came to find his health care maximum thresholds had been reached. He still was not fully healed. He and his family spent the rest of his life soliciting donations from the general public, with no preconditions on race when asking.
Moral of the story:
Be thankful for the privileges that have been extended to you because of completely random circumstances. A child born in the slums of Mumbai, India could easily have been the heir of a billionaire in Beverly Hills. The child didn't choose his or her life circumstance.
When life gives you 100 reasons to smile, keep in mind that someone else has a 1,000 reasons to cry.
It's a beautiful thing to see a person smiling but even more beautiful when you see a person frowning and ask how you can help.
Have a Beautiful day
Fin
What happened to the white guys kicks?
....
never mind, I think I know
A black boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am black in America, please help." There were no coins in the hat.
A white man was walking by. He took out a few coins and purchased a newspaper at a stand near the boy. He dropped his eyes and saw the boy for a moment and thought, "Just another kid of a welfare mother I'm already paying for." He walked away grumbling without putting anything in the hat.
The black boy soon realized saw no one would put money in his hat. Black men and women had none to spare and white men and women wouldn't give. He took the sign, turned it around and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone would see the new words.
The hat never filled up though...
That afternoon, the white man who bought the newspaper came back to buy to Camel cigarettes. He saw the boy again and thought "Still beggin huh? Get a job shining shoes or something."
The man saw the boy's sign said something different, "The saddest thing in the world is a man who is blind but thinks he can see"
The driver of the R124 bus, which runs down Wilmont street at 2:53pm every day didn't see the man jaywalking into his lane as he still has his head turned reading the sign. Upon impact, the man flew 50 feet in the air. His brown loafers remained neatly place where he once stood. The black boy rushed to his side and held his hand. The boy was colorless this time. He wasn't the son of a welfare mother. The man breathlessly murmured only two words, "Help me...."
After the white man's extensive recuperation, he came to find his health care maximum thresholds had been reached. He still was not fully healed. He and his family spent the rest of his life soliciting donations from the general public, with no preconditions on race when asking.
Moral of the story:
Be thankful for the privileges that have been extended to you because of completely random circumstances. A child born in the slums of Mumbai, India could easily have been the heir of a billionaire in Beverly Hills. The child didn't choose his or her life circumstance.
When life gives you 100 reasons to smile, keep in mind that someone else has a 1,000 reasons to cry.
It's a beautiful thing to see a person smiling but even more beautiful when you see a person frowning and ask how you can help.
Have a Beautiful day
Fin
The moral I get out of this story is the PO-lice needs to be more active in that community.
Here we have a man, who was supporting his local community, that got permanently disabled because some kid distracted the bus driver....
Now if the PO-lice had just moved that kid along...
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That man that contributed to the local economy would have been able to still contribute for years to come 
-The belief that races have distinctive cultural characteristics determined by hereditary factors and that this endows some races with an intrinsic superiority over others
-Abusive or aggressive behavior towards members of a race on the basis of such a belief
- Hatred or intolerance of a race
I, like most people here, think that fits you like a glove.
-The belief that races have distinctive cultural characteristics determined by hereditary factors and that this endows some races with an intrinsic superiority over others
-Abusive or aggressive behavior towards members of a race on the basis of such a belief
- Hatred or intolerance of a race
I, like most people here, think that fits you like a glove.
Racism will remain alive and well thanks to people like you.
I hope that makes you happy.
and with glee...
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