What if he weren't anglo? What if he were slavic? Would the French like being referred to as Anglo? The Northern Italians? Macedonians?

Irish, German, Swedish...
She's determined that this cartoon character's ancestors were from England.

Her little blurb is cute. So much does she heart diversity that she'll ship you a batch of educational materials that only have pics of one race.

I went to the 101 best books for children. No "Good Night Moon." A Kwanzaa book but no Christmas. No Fourth of July. No national holidays of any kind...except Kwanzaa, that made-up, artificial "holiday" dedicated to ignorance.

There was a Sendak book, and one Seuss, no Richard Scarry (and his little teeny characters are every color imaginable).

No cultural icons...God forbid these children learn anything about Western Civ...no art, no music, blehhhhh. Buncha drek.

No Peter Rabbit, of course. No Milne -- they might learn to appreciate style and want to read on their own.

The kid with the purple crayon was there -- so I take it back about the "art."

I'm sending this to Charlottesvillain and Education Wonks. But before I do that, I'll get my Little Black Sambo book and go visit my grandchildren. Pervert their little minds.

What if the man had sidelocks and a hook nose and a big bag of money? What then...?

As an Anglo-Saxon-American, I'm personally offended. This picture is obviously an attempt to stereotype all Anglo-Saxon-Americans as having sweaty armpits. How closed-minded and bigoted.

I'm writing a letter.

Yes, this man appears to be suffering from the affliction known as hyperhidrosis. Perhaps it's his lack of dentition that made her assume his ancestors were from England.
What exactly is he reading to his son anyway? A ledger? Is that your fellow, Baron?

Dymphna- I read all through their offerings. It was pretty much what I expected. The program is so straightjacketed by PC that even Houdini couldn't get loose. Then comes the jarring blurb which suggests that 'diverse' has another meaning than what's in the dictionary.

We read Little Black Sambo in 1st grade. That's probably the source of my degeneracy.

That's my li'l guy, Donnah. Now in his junior year at William and Mary, majoring in racist/sexist/homophobic/patriarchal/oppressive Chemistry, for Goddess' sake. My indoctrination was successful; I can rest easy now.

In the picture I'm reading Mein Kampf to him, as if it's any business of yours.

LOL. You oppressor.

I tried to leave a comment on your blog, but couldn't get it to work. Have you thought about Haloscan?

Anyways, I wanted to tell you thanks for including me on your wonderful list. I'm honored.

Donnah, you might have caught us during the switch to "word verification" (to thwart the spambots). When I just responded in the comments, on my own blog, I had to try twice!

Haloscan is a possibility. We are running, however, entirely without blog-income (at least until the Pajamas Media thing kicks in). So we shall see.

I love your blog. I check in every day (at least when I am at work when I have a high-speed connection), even though I am usuallly only lurking. You are the best source of interesting links that I know of.

P.S. I am an Allman Brothers fan (from the old days). Mountain Jam is my favorite. I was at the Dead/Allman Brothers show at RFK in '73, though I was so wasted I don't remember a whole lot.

Haloscan doesn't cost anything, Baron. It's so much easier to use than this new Blogger comment system.
It's something to think about.

Thank you for the compliment. I know this is a rather odd blog.
I loved your blog swarm idea, btw.

My brother saw Duane with the ABB. When I asked him to tell me all it, I got "I was stonnned. There was a big crowd, and music..."
Damn it.

Yes, that's pretty much what it was like for me. I remember that we sat way up on the upper deck, and even with binoculars it was hard to see Jerry or anything. Some chick took off her top and danced in the infield -- *that* I remember. There was a dangerous thunderstorm, but the band played on under a canopy.

Duane was dead by then, so that reduced the excitement somewhat. But after the Brothers played and the Dead played, there was a jam with Greg, Trucks, Jaimo, Weir, Lesh, and others. That was cool.

Re: Haloscan -- I'll look into it; thank you.

Also, thanks for the hurricane links. They are invaluable. I'm getting all my hurricane news this morning from the blogs.

Concerts like that are the reason why I wish I was 20 years older than I am.

What's wrong, Chad? You can always go see Green Day.