Painting a Zebra

You can paint a zebra to look like a horse but you cannot change its stripes or tendency to gnaw your leg off.  I am reminded of this in watching folk saying the Democrat party left them, they did not leave it.  

Many years ago, I would drive to New Orleans every now and again in order to bring my sister home to New Iberia and back again.  This was in the late 1990s when she was gathering her masters degree in arts management at the University of New Orleans.  Before then and during her time there she was being enculturated and donning the trappings of Marxist dogma, but she was still a coonass at heart.

On one occasion I drove my 240SX(pictured below but that's another story) to bring her home on the weekend of The Bayou Classic.  Did I say that we were coonasses?  Well, mamma was from Ville Platte and daddy was from Opelousas, so there.  Anyhow, my sister lived on Dauphine street almost directly across from Matassa's Grocery store, and Bourbon is the next street over.

In case you did not click on the hyperlink, or even if you did it's not honest, The Bayou Classic is a football game between  rival historically black colleges.  So the French Quarter, which encompasses Dauphine and Bourbon streets were packed to the gills with black people, not BLM pasties but real honest to god huge black men who comprised the teams, and their fans.

Mind you my sister and I both grew up from children during and after integration in the early 1970's.  Growing up then and later in life black people were just people, individuals.  In the case of other folk, that is certainly not how they always saw things.

As I rolled though the crowd on Bourbon street, several men did not move out of the way quickly enough to suit my sister.  Mind you the slow movers were large enough to lift my car and walk away with it.  My sister gets pissed off and rolls down her window, yelling at them to move it.  Next thing I know, she's opening my glove box and has her hand on my brand new Colt All American DAO.

I reached over and grabbed her by the elbow and tell her that we don't have enough ammo. Thank goodness she calmed down and shut the box as we peacefully rolled on through(Ed: Spelling corrected).