Saturday, March 10, 2007

 
SELMA, ALABAMA



They came to commemorate the struggle for civil rights.















"I don't feel no ways tired," she said with her best black accent. "I come too far from where I started..."

























Later

She was the guest of honor at a NASCAR race.

"Look at the sumbitch go!" she shouted. "I got hot pants for Dale Junior! Yes sir I do. I'm gonna get his number tattooed on my thigh."





















Next came the stop at Yeshiva University...















"Barak? That goyim? He's a tuchus-head, a real schmo. His speeches are all drek. Try one of my knishes... Bill loves them."















Her last stop of the day was a Teamsters rally.

And so I says to them: "Fugeddaboudit!" she shouted. "Yuse guys ain't going to push around the International Brotherhood of Teamsters, Chauffeurs, Warehousemen and Helpers of America... no effing way!"

"What do you call that?" Rocco asked his brother Casey.

"Disingenuous," Casey said. "Let's get a beer."







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