i had to watch this like 5 times because of no captions but lmao if someone makes a transcript for this it would be bomb
transcript: “So we have these Santas at work, right, okay? We have black and we have white Santas. And they’re like creepy, five-foot tall, lifelike animatronic… like, Santas that hold plates of cookies and milk, and they kinda look like they could wake up and come to life and murder you in your sleep– and they don’t include batteries, but we have these Santas. Like nothing screams ‘festive holiday cheer’ like a big, hulking Santa. Um. Nothin’ will jingle your jangles more. So, um, this woman comes in and she’s like, “Do you have these?” and I’m like, “Oh my god, yeah!” So a couple weeks ago we sold out of our white Santas, and we are down to like, three black Santas. And so, I take her to the aisle, I show her the Santas, and the first thing out of her mouth is, “I’m not racist, but…” and I’m like, well, I can’t– I’m not in the position to decide if you are or not, but if like– if I could use context clues and infer, uh, I would say maybe that you might be. And three, we’re talking about Santa. Like– (stuttering) did we switch subjects? And so, um, I’m in like, I– the next thing that pops out of her mouth is like, “This is not right.” and I’m like, okay, I’m sorry, but this is what the picture was. And she’s like, “No. Santa is white.” And I’m like, oh no, okay. Okay. So I’m in– I’m about to tell her, I’m like, mid-sentence, like, “I’m sorry, do you want me to go call another store, do you need me to, like, write you a raincheck just in case we we get any more.” And she’s like, “This is wrong, I want them taken down.” She interrupts me, says that, and I’m like, (pause). I like, look around, and I’m like, is she talking to me? Is this, like, my own, like, personal hell? But like, of course it is. So, um, I’m like, “I can’t take these Santas down.” And she’s like, “Why not?!” And I’m like, “You either have to buy them, or take them down yourself.” And that was like, the stupidest thing I could have ever said, because– (sighs) she takes this bag, with like, Jesus’s face, like, slammed right in the middle as a design– it’s big– she takes it off her shoulder, and starts beating these black Santas! She starts beating these Santas down, they were like, falling down… and I’m like, oh my god! What– what is happening? So like, I step in the middle of her and these Santas and I’m like, “Ma’am, ma’am, you need to leave, you need to stop, or I’m going to have to call someone.” So she like, stops, and she’s like, beet red, and like, huffin’ and puffin’, and she like, looks at me and I can tell she’s just trying to get like, a one-liner in, and she’s like, “The Santa I know is white.” And then she walks away. And I’m like, well– I’m processing what’s happening, while also thinking, like, the Santa you know? Santa’s not real. So unless you’re using an ouija board to contact good old Kris Kringle, um, from like, B.C. or whenever, I’m like, that’s pretty impressive, but how ya doin’ that. And, um, I– the last thought that ran through my mind is that, I’m like, I would hate to be in the room with her when she finds out that Jesus is not white.”
Setty Abraham from Baghdad and Mack Coad from Alabama pose for a picture together during the Spanish Civil War. Both were antifascist fighters in the International Brigades who traveled to fight the forces under Franco.
Setty Abraham was a typographer, interpreter, and writer born in Baghdad and was working in South America before the war.
Mack Coad was a steelworker from Birmingham and Communist Party organizer. He is mentioned in books such as “Hammer and Hoe: Alabama Communists During the Great Depression” and Harry Haywood’s autobiography “Black Bolshevik”.
Reminds me of the time they tried to claim she grow up in *this* house and was therefore a pampered limousine liberal.
The gas-lighting here is off the charts.
And now
Yes, having a nice work coat means you’re rich
Clearly it must
Why else would you wear a nice coat to work in the federal government
HOW DARE SHE? A FORMAL SUIT? A NICE JACKET?
Why she should show up to work looking like a Victorian Chimney sweep straight out of Charles Dickens!.
It’s like these rich fucks don’t know you can buy designer clothes at Ross for 20 bucks.
Man, they are REALLY out to get her. Seems like every day I see some new attack. On a freshman Congressional representative!!
They are so scared of her.
It’s like the Four Yorkshiremen sketch, except at least those characters all did come from working-class backgrounds and were just trying to out-do each other in which of them had had it worst; as opposed to fairly well-off types making themselves the gatekeepers of who counts as a Real Poor Person.
my prof, a fool: and in the 1995 bbc adaptation of pride and prejudice, you’ll see that darcy is often presented with water symbolism–the bath scene, emerging from the pond–and, given this, we can deduce that this means-
me, an intellectual: that bbc knew what they had with colin firth and did us all a solid
you, a fool: lmao my prof is so dumb talking about symbolism the filmmakers probably didn’t even intend because they were actually just thirsting over colin firth like any reasonable person
your prof, an intellectual: o shit if I come up with a semi-plausible academic reason to talk about it I can spend an entire week of lectures with pictures of soaked colin firth on the screen and make my students write essays on a topic I can daydream my way through the grading of.
Mooncustafer 