C’est la vie.
“Let Sam have an apple,” asked a little girl.
“I don’t think so. He’s black,” said the tree. This shocked the children and they spoke to the tree angrily, but it would not shake its branches to give Sam an apple, and it called him a nigger.
“I can’t believe the racist tree is such a racist,” said one child. The children momentarily reflected that perhaps this kind of behavior was how the racist tree got its name.
It was decided that if the tree was going to deny apples to Sam then nobody would take its apples. The children stopped visiting the racist tree.
The racist tree grew quite lonely. After many solitary weeks it saw a child flying a kite across the clover field.
“Can I offer you some apples?” asked the tree eagerly.
“Fuck off, you goddamn Nazi,” said the child.
The racist tree was upset, because while it was very racist, it did not personally subscribe to Hitler’s fascist ideology. The racist tree decided that it would have to give apples to black children. not because it was tolerant, but because otherwise it would face ostracism from white children.
And so, social progress was made.” —Reposting awesome things from reddit for your enjoyment.
I’m going to become a research scientist that specializes in sleep. Dreaming, what goes on in our brain and body while sleeping, why it’s necessary for humans, etc. It’s going to be a dream job, and I’ll enjoy getting to take my work to bed. Since it’s best in long term relationships for companions to have common interests, I’ll marry a prostitute.