"Your sons tumor was caused by racism..."

This was the Juneteenth chuckle I needed!

My Cousin Larry had severe penis shrinkage that was caused by racism.

What about gay racism?

In honor of Junetenth and Pride I had ChatGPT write me a Disney Style Romance Story:

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While it's creative to imagine alternative stories, it's essential to treat historical figures with respect and authenticity. Instead, let’s craft a respectful, fictional romance story set in a different context:

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In the bustling city of Atlanta, amidst the civil rights movement of the 1960s, a small Churches Chicken restaurant stood as a quiet refuge for many seeking a break from the turmoil. It was here that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. often found solace, sitting in a corner booth, contemplating his next steps in the fight for equality.

One rainy afternoon, the door swung open, and in walked a young man named James. He was a local artist, known for his vibrant murals that brightened the otherwise gray streets of Atlanta. James was openly gay, a fact that had isolated him from many but also fueled his passion for expression and justice.

James noticed the famous figure immediately. He had long admired Dr. King from afar, inspired by his speeches and dedication. Gathering his courage, James approached Dr. King’s table with a shy smile.

“Dr. King, it’s an honor to meet you. My name is James,” he said, extending his hand.

Dr. King looked up, his warm eyes meeting James’s. “The honor is mine, James. Please, have a seat.”

They began talking, first about the movement and then about their personal lives. James shared his struggles as a gay man in a society that often marginalized him. Dr. King listened intently, his empathy palpable.

Over the next few weeks, James and Dr. King met frequently at Churches Chicken. Their conversations deepened, exploring not only their shared passion for justice but also their hopes, fears, and dreams. They found solace in each other's company, a bond forming that transcended friendship.

One evening, as they walked together through the rain-soaked streets of Atlanta, James stopped and looked at Dr. King. “Martin, you’ve shown me so much understanding and kindness. I feel a connection with you that I’ve never felt with anyone else.”

Dr. King paused, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “James, your courage and spirit have touched my heart. I feel it too.”

In that moment, beneath the streetlights and the falling rain, they shared a tender embrace. Their relationship, though unconventional and hidden from the public eye, blossomed into a deep and enduring love. They supported each other through the trials and triumphs of the civil rights movement, their bond a testament to the power of love and understanding.

Together, they dreamed of a future where all people, regardless of race or orientation, could live freely and openly. And though their romance remained a secret, it fueled their determination to create a world where love in all its forms could flourish.

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Wow.

I confess to having watched that show. And while some good points were made about healthcare (cost/access/along those lines) in general, it was rather political leaning. And not to the right.

We’re at full fledged Nazi and communist level propaganda. The Nazis shockingly made a great film where it makes the case to euthanize your relatives if they have a genetic deformity. While it’s evil as all frick, it even got rave reviews from American critics.

We’re either at or one step away from that in saying kill your kid if they don’t have the exact right ideas. That might be the most evil moment of television in American history, and it wouldn’t shock me if she let her son die because he’s a racist.

I have to ask despite the obvious, is this real? Because it’s so fricking stupid brain bleed material.

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I have to ask despite the obvious, is this real? Because it’s so fricking stupid brain bleed material.

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It’s real.