My buddy Pres sent me this horrible nightmare he had recently.

In a recent nightmare I found myself nude in bed, and I was looking at
a mirror on the ceiling, and I discovered that I am a Negro, and I’m
circumcised!

Quickly I sat up, found my pants and looked in the pockets to find
my driver’s license photo and it was that same color, black. I felt
myself being very depressed, downcast, sitting in a chair.

But it’s a wheelchair!

That means, of course, besides being black and Jewish, I’m also
disabled! I said to myself, aloud, “This is impossible! It’s
impossible that I should be black and Jewish and disabled!”

“It’s the pure and holy truth,” whispers someone from behind me.

I turn around, and it’s my boyfriend. Just what I needed!!! I am a
homosexual, and on top of that, with a Mexican boyfriend.

Oh, my God ….. Black, Jewish, disabled, gay with a Mexican
boyfriend, drug addict, and HIV-positive!!!

Desperate, I begin to shout, cry, I try to pull my hair, and Oh,
nooooo ….I’m bald!!!

The telephone rings. It’s my brother. He is saying, “Since mom and
dad died, the only thing you do is hang out, take drugs, and laze
around all day doing nothing. Get a job, you worthless piece of
crap… Any job!”

Mom? Dad? Nooooo ….. Now I’m also an unemployed orphan!

I try to explain to my brother how hard it is to find a job when you
are black, Jewish, disabled, gay with a Mexican boyfriend, are a
drug addict, HIV positive, bald, and an orphan, but he doesn’t get it.

Now this joke is really going off the rails since in the age of Diversity (All Hail Diversity!), this guy is very employable. Companies would be lining up to hire him since he would help them make multiple Diversity (All Hail Diversity!) quotas.

Frustrated, I hang up. It’s then I realize I only have one hand!!!

With tears in my eyes, I go to the window to look out. I see I live
in a shanty-town full of cardboard and tin houses! There is trash
everywhere. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain near my
pacemaker…Pacemaker??

Besides being black, Jewish, disabled, a fairy with a Mexican
boyfriend, a drug addict, HIV positive, bald, orphaned, unemployed,
an invalid with one hand, and having a bad heart, I live in a crappy
neighborhood.

At that very moment my boyfriend approaches and says to me, “Sweetie
pie amigo, love, my little black heart-throb, have you decided what
you are going to wear to Washington to meet Obama?”

Say it isn’t so!!! Now I can handle being a black, disabled, one
armed, drug-addicted, Jewish homosexual on a pacemaker who is HIV
positive, bald, orphaned, unemployed, lives in a slum, and has a
Mexican boyfriend, but please…..

Oh dear God, “please don’t tell me I’m a Dimocrat!”