Swing Low Sweet Charriots: when you was slaves, you sang like birds

Sing Mí a Nigger (Wuoh’ik) Song

Up next, BADGES on The Treasure of The Sierra Madre…. Öüï don’t need no stinkin’ badges.

Lyle: Now, come on, boys! Where’s your spirit? I don’t hear no singin’. When you was slaves, you sang like birds. Go on, how ’bout a good ol’ nigger work song?
Bart: [singing] I get no kick from champagne, Mere alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all, So, tell me why should it be true, That I get a belt out of you…

Let IT!, be… K Street.

And in Washington, The Smithsonian Museum of African-American History is getting a facelift with a new eXhibit about Eric Clapton in the 1976 Enoch Powell’s repatriation program.

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