Nobody’s Perfect: Chris Matthews VS the HP Computer
Nobody’s Perfect:
This week, we have two contestants running for the Nobody’s Perfect award: Chris Matthews VS the HP computer.
I did not personally witness the Chris Matthews’ meltdown, but everyone was writing about how Chris was SURE that the Republicans speaking at the convention last week, were using code words to signal to all the white people in the nation that Obama was…black, therefore you must not vote for him.
Chris claimed the GOP’s racist “dog whistles” include such common terms as “welfare,” “food stamps,” “birth certificate,” “European socialism” and even “Chicago.”
Nobody Thinks he might have something here: For instance, I have a few more to add to the list: Watermelon. Chicken. Basketball. Girlfriend. Sucker. Watts. Grandma. Clinton. (first black President) mashed potatoes, corn biscuits, southern plantation, cotton, Chinese food, Bongs, Nike, Sweat pants, hooker, hood, Kenya, jive, Winston Churchill, beer…and Hawaii.
If anyone says ANY of those words…call him a racist. Especially Hawaii. Don’t let him get away with it.
This acute observation is coming from a man who not only, has only given donations to white people, and lives in an all white rich neighborhood, (Chevy Chase) but a man who once said following Obama’s first State of the Union address—
“You know, I forgot he was black tonight for an hour.”
In contention for the title of, “I’m really a racist but don’t (or won’t) admit it.” is the computer…Hewiett Packard. As you can see from the video below, it does NOT recognize black faces…only white ones.
Who’s the bigger racist here?
Mmmmm…Chris WILL recognize the black man, but it takes him about an hour. HP on the other hand, will never recognize one. Therefore HP should be added to Chris’s code words for white people being racist lists.
Next time you hear someone say the word HP…call him a racist, because obviously, it’s a code word heard and understood by only tribal white people.
Nobody Thinks, and I could be talking code here…I’m sure, that if the two people in the second video would take the jobs of Al Sharpton and Chris Mathews, it would be a more perfect world…and I can’t believe we live in a world where these two guys make money being idiots.
A computer can’t be racist–they just need to work on that program.
Therefore, Congratulations Chris Matthews..You win the Nobody’s Perfect award for the week! Good luck next week…you have a great chance to end up here …again.
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I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
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Michelle Malkin did a great post last week on how libtards have managed to make “code words” out of just about anything we can think of! Surprised “Federal Budget” didn’t make the list?
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Thanks! I’ll go check it out! Michelle is the best!
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The HP may not be ‘racist’ but sexist. He’s a chap.
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I jest, of course. Or maybe not. After all HP’s CEO was a feminist ‘achiever’ until she was fired for wrecking the company. Its her payback, perhaps.
But as for that Matthews person, talking of ‘whiet’ and ‘black’ and so forth and even having the timerity to talk about ‘merit’…. HAH ! Obama is a Marxist CON-MAN; the Prince of Lies. He talked of ‘Hope’ and ‘Change’. By golly he delivered change alright. He changed things for the far worse and destroyed hope in passing.
And talking of passing…. the left’s ‘changing’ of the meanings of so many words has killed so many.
Words in Passing
By: Amfortas
We were not ready.
We were distracted.
Exhausted.
Battle had taken its toll
But the Family survived.
The children played.
Malevolent Smile.
She was Ready.
Definite. Ordered.
The Blue Pencil, poised.
Poisoned.
Flooding in, the swamp re-defined the land,
The familiar, the family, the Form.
The first was Fair, our childhood’s most cherished friend:
Resolver of squabbles, distributor, sharer,
Fair cared for all:
a string of rubies around her doomed, pale and lovely neck.
It was so sad.
They said it was consumption.
All used up, in tatters, shrouded,
she just faded away.
Next to go was that sturdy, quarrelsome Equality, which surprised us all
as he was so in demand, they said,
by all,
especially some;
aye, and relied upon.
For so many years a staunch friend and fighter.
His burial dressage, a white cheesecloth, yoked neck.
Naked beneath,
his scarred skin a testament.
Parchment.
Burned Beyond Recognition.
Truth tried hard.
Was Tried. Hard.
Derided, Derrida-ed,
denied existence;
perjured,
Falsely accused,
she struggled
as she was garrotted.
Died hard.
Soon after that, Justice
suicided off a nearby cliff.
Lover’s Leap, a place then
from which many a couple had gazed out,
seeking the broader vista.
Now has Disabled Access.
Was it in despair?
Perhaps sympathy with the others.
No-one saw her silent fall.
Was she pushed?
Who could gain?
Her handmaids will argue for a time and time,
billing Innocence by the hour,
Kept in chains, for gain.
The old, wise man, Honour, lost his marbles, they said.
He languished as the village idiot for a while,
The butt of jokes and calumnies.
Taunted.
His body was found in a ditch one day.
Starvation.
They left it there.
The loss of these good companions all
has been followed now
by Liberty and Freedom,
two noble and leathery old soldiers.
They put on their dress uniforms, immaculate,
faced each other squarely and
blew each other’s brains out.
Such fine shots, both.
They left a note. Signed as written together.
They could no longer support the malignancy of the vile regime,
the note said.
They felt duty-bound to remove themselves
from further abuse,
the note said.
They took Duty with them.
An Altar was discovered in the woods
On which the charred bones of hermaphrodite Trust
Were found,
Sacrificed to Narcissus, elevated to the Pantheon.
Tears flowed down Olympus’ stony sides.
Even God cries.
After, there was Laughter, Music, Whine.
High pitched.
So much fun.
The departed were only words
After all.
Oppressive words.
Now dead.
Like Fathers.
Dead, white males.
What, three were maids?
So? Whatever, said the wenches.
No one noticed Love fall to her knees.
Her calls for help were drowned by song.
Trampled to death under dancing feet.
The last to succumb.
Four.
The surging mob, with popular will,
Tied Democracy’s hands, and,
fattened and degraded on suet foie gras
trotted it to the abattoir.
The Impostor was on the scene quickly.
Ready, Definite.
Re-defined.
By Order. She said.
Scripted.
The Princess of Lies rides
over barren lands.
Long hair her spider-silk, chain-mail
down her back.
Across her breast,
Over her steed’s flank.
Hooves on skulls.
The children gabble and cry.
No words
describe
their pain.
They were
forbidden.
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