Did I just see on TV a hobo looking Former Governor Jesse Ventura tell me that California is ripping off 'Indians' by making them pay a 3rd of the take from white sheep who patronize these casino's that popped up all over california when the masses of asses voted to give them the right to run this kind of sweet deal?

Where's my Casino? I aint no fucking indian. Where is the fairness? This is racism! Do I have to have to be of a certain race to be able to operate a casino? RACISM I tell ya! I want my Civil Rights!

Is Jesse riding the rails or something? Or is he just a no hygine closet 'indian'?

Whats his deal? And why's a Minnesotan meddling in California's politics? Fuck, nothing makes sense these days.

Ventura is a leftist jew-sucking cunt: he did everything in his power to shitcan mild Buchanan for being a "racist anti-Semite" in 2000.

Yes, Jesse is looking a bit ragged these days. I actually voted for him when he ran for Governor. This is one of the biggest mistakes I ever made in my life. I started disliking this embarrassing big mouth after only about a month of his being elected. :eek: I remember the idiot saying he wanted to legalize prostitution.

[QUOTE=N.B. Forrest]Ventura is a leftist jew-sucking cunt: he did everything in his power to shitcan mild Buchanan for being a "racist anti-Semite" in 2000.[/QUOTE]


Yes, I remember the little hissy-fit he through about Pat Buchanan being elected as the reform party candidate. I also remember not too long before that when Ventura said the reason St. Paul was so messed-up was because of all the drunken Irish people, or something like that. He is a simple-minded hypocrite. When he speaks, he sounds even more stupid then George Bush :eek:

In the 1980s, a pudgy little White guy, who was a client of mine, who I saw about 4 times a year, suddenly and without warning, jumped on the "I've just discovered I'm part native American bandwagon"

One day, this nerdy but very conservative suit-wearing fellow surprised me, when he stopped by for a meeting wearing his hair in a long braided ponytail and wearing a corny looking shirt with a bunch of beads around his neck.

He told me that he didn't want me to call him George anymore, because that was a White man's name................He said to me in a voice that sounded like spaghetti-western fake indian voice, that I must call him "White Cloud" from now on. He was drop dead serious.

I said laughing, "Isn't that the name of toilet paper?"

He turned beet-red, scowled, and turned quickly around and stormed out of my office and never talked to me again.

True story