The single dumbest question I have ever been asked:
“Did you have surgery?”
By the x-ray technician. AFTER viewing a leg full of titanium bars and a few dozen screws.
So I have this set of history textbooks that were published in 1962, the second of which was reprinted within months of JFK’s death to reflect the premature expiration of his term — without so much as mentioning the premature expiration of JFK.
Now, I would totally expect a certain degree of white-washing from any textbook that employs such terminology as “the Negro,” and “coloreds,” while managing (quite impressively) to avoid use of the words ‘Nazi’ and ‘Jew’ in all three chapters about World War II. But you’d think they would at least acknowledge that the guy was dead. I mean, I wasn’t alive in 1963/4, but I think a President of the United States being assassinated would be kind of a big deal… not to mention one for the history books.
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