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I have never been able to stand the Debbie Downer type. This probably stems from being raised by one.

But I find the Obama Buzzkillers to be the most infuriating of all.

I am in D.C. I have seen things this week that will stay with me for a lifetime. Elderly African-Americans weeping with joy, and when I stopped to ask them why, telling me stories of being raised in the Deep South, knowing people who were lynched, remembering the Klan being around, being afraid to make eye contact with white people.

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I have never been able to stand the Debbie Downer type. This probably stems from being raised by one.

But I find the Obama Buzzkillers to be the most infuriating of all.

I am in D.C. I have seen things this week that will stay with me for a lifetime. Elderly African-Americans weeping with joy, and when I stopped to ask them why, telling me stories of being raised in the Deep South, knowing people who were lynched, remembering the Klan being around, being afraid to make eye contact with white people.

Read the rest of this entry →

I have never been able to stand the Debbie Downer type. This probably stems from being raised by one.

But I find the Obama Buzzkillers to be the most infuriating of all.

I am in D.C. I have seen things this week that will stay with me for a lifetime. Elderly African-Americans weeping with joy, and when I stopped to ask them why, telling me stories of being raised in the Deep South, knowing people who were lynched, remembering the Klan being around, being afraid to make eye contact with white people.

Read the rest of this entry →

I have never been able to stand the Debbie Downer type. This probably stems from being raised by one.

But I find the Obama Buzzkillers to be the most infuriating of all.

I am in D.C. I have seen things this week that will stay with me for a lifetime. Elderly African-Americans weeping with joy, and when I stopped to ask them why, telling me stories of being raised in the Deep South, knowing people who were lynched, remembering the Klan being around, being afraid to make eye contact with white people.

Read the rest of this entry →

I have never been able to stand the Debbie Downer type. This probably stems from being raised by one.

But I find the Obama Buzzkillers to be the most infuriating of all.

I am in D.C. I have seen things this week that will stay with me for a lifetime. Elderly African-Americans weeping with joy, and when I stopped to ask them why, telling me stories of being raised in the Deep South, knowing people who were lynched, remembering the Klan being around, being afraid to make eye contact with white people.

Read the rest of this entry →

I have never been able to stand the Debbie Downer type. This probably stems from being raised by one.

But I find the Obama Buzzkillers to be the most infuriating of all.

I am in D.C. I have seen things this week that will stay with me for a lifetime. Elderly African-Americans weeping with joy, and when I stopped to ask them why, telling me stories of being raised in the Deep South, knowing people who were lynched, remembering the Klan being around, being afraid to make eye contact with white people.

Read the rest of this entry →

I have never been able to stand the Debbie Downer type. This probably stems from being raised by one.

But I find the Obama Buzzkillers to be the most infuriating of all.

I am in D.C. I have seen things this week that will stay with me for a lifetime. Elderly African-Americans weeping with joy, and when I stopped to ask them why, telling me stories of being raised in the Deep South, knowing people who were lynched, remembering the Klan being around, being afraid to make eye contact with white people.

Read the rest of this entry →

I have never been able to stand the Debbie Downer type. This probably stems from being raised by one.

But I find the Obama Buzzkillers to be the most infuriating of all.

I am in D.C. I have seen things this week that will stay with me for a lifetime. Elderly African-Americans weeping with joy, and when I stopped to ask them why, telling me stories of being raised in the Deep South, knowing people who were lynched, remembering the Klan being around, being afraid to make eye contact with white people.

Read the rest of this entry →