100 Eejits

21-06-2009


At this point in time I have been called an eejit by the girlfriend over one hundred times. I mean if that isn't commitment what is? Really now, what is?

Right, so I just want to put this out here first before I continue with this rant. I don't like racism. I am pretty sure in the past I have spoken on this topic before, how much I loath and detest all forms of racism. From the old fashion racism involving crosses on fire and pillow cases that couldn't be used at Halloween to the new kind of racism where a person tries to claim they did not break the law and the only reason they are being accused of doing that is due to skin colour.

Actually I hate the second kind more than the first if I was to be totally honest, but only because it is more overused these days than it should be.

Now, with that out of the way, I want to tell you about the strangest thing that I have ever seen.

The other day I was out driving and saw something so awesome that it needs blogging about. An African-Irish kid of about four years of age with ginger hair. Not dyed, not a wig, actual ginger hair.

Next to seeing a naturally blue human this was the oddest thing ever to be seen. As I drove past I pointed the child out to the girlfriend, who then requested that we go around the roundabout ahead and drive back past the child to witness the once in a life natural phenomenon.

Come on, I defy you to tell me that you wouldn't have done something similar having seen such a strange combination of genetic material. I didn't even think such a child could be born, thinking that the DNA would battle in the womb and destroy all traces of ginger. But there ya have it, nature finds a way.

Blue_jester