I have a Susan B. Anthony silver dollar. It's in a shoebox in my closet. The U.S. Mint made the coin so close in size and shape to the quarter that it was often confused for a quarter. What should have been a proud moment to see this icon of women's suffrage honored was almost immediately devalued by seventy-five percent. Even on actual currency there is a wage gap. Susan B. Anthony doesn't want to be in a shoebox in my closet. She wants to lead a glamorous life.
The U.S. Mint has tried to put women on currency a few times. Very few. They royally fucked it up each time. I'm going to say they did it on purpose. All currency in circulation with men seem to be working fine. I think they're treating this whole women on money thing like men who don't want to do their laundry. They pretend not to know how the washing machine works, ask if dryer sheets go in the washer, and purposely overstuff it until we give up and do the laundry for them. Seems I was busy doing something close to nothing. The U.S. Mint put Susan B. Anthony in the dryer until she shrunk. Women all across the nation sighed and said, "Fine. Whatever. I'll spend George Washingtons."
In 1886, Martha Washington was jacked onto some weird ass silver dollar certificate. The only time a solo woman was ever featured on paper money and it couldn't even be spent like real money. It could only be traded in to the Treasury for a dollar's worth of silver, which I'm assuming was then confused with a quarter. In 1865, the baptism of Pocahontas was included on the back side of the twenty dollar bill. The front side of that twenty dollar bill featured both The Battle of Something or Other and a procession led by Columbia. Columbia, a fictional woman, beat out Pocahontas, a real woman, for the front side of the twenty. And to add insult to insult, even the fictional woman had to share the front with a bunch of random soldiers from a battle the name of which I can't be bothered to remember.
Finally, in 1999, Sacajawea was featured on a one dollar coin which met the same fate as the Susan B. Anthony coin. Sacajawea is the most recent one and she disappeared so fast I'll bet you don't even remember her. She walked in through the out door.
This week it was announced Harriet Tubman will replace Andrew Jackson on the twenty dollar bill. Sort of. They plan on putting Andrew Jackson on the back of the bill. Harriet Tubman was born into slavery and later escaped. She then risked her own freedom rescuing seventy people from enslavement through the Underground Railroad. She was an armed scout and spy for the United States Army. After the Civil War, she was an active participant in the women's suffrage movement. She could have stopped after the war. She'd done more good for our country than any one person is obligated to. But she kept fighting for everyone's freedoms. She was a truly remarkable woman. No one in the whole universe will ever compare. Andrew Jackson was a genocidal psychopath. We can take him off of money entirely. He doesn't need to be crawling up Harriet Tubman's ass.
It's hard to allow myself to get excited about the Harriet Tubman bill, because I don't trust the U.S. Mint not to fuck it up. Please excuse me while I write an open letter to the U.S. Mint.
Dear U.S. Mint,
Please don't fuck up. Harriet Tubman should never be in a shoebox in my bedroom closet. I need a love that's gonna last.
Sincerely,
Donna Troy
In the three days since the Tubman announcement, assholes everywhere have discovered they have a profound attachment to Andrew Jackson. It does make sense for assholes to attach themselves to a genocidal psychopath over a self-sacrificing heroine.
Asshole Number One: Donald Trump. Trump called it "pure political correctness." No, asshole, it's simply correct. Trump uses "politically correct" like Kanye West uses "keeping it real." They're both weak justifications for acting like an asshole. Hey Assholes, act your age not your shoe size. Trump said Andrew Jackson was a great man and suggested creating a new currency for Harriet Tubman.
Asshole Number Two: Ben Carson. He suggested putting Harriet Tubman on the two dollar bill. Translation: Let's skip the bullshit charade of putting a woman on spendable currency and put her on currency that's already in a shoebox in my closet. Love 'em and leave 'em fast.
Asshole Number Three: Greta Van Susteran. She said it's stupid to put Harriet Tubman on the twenty dollar bill and suggested creating a twenty-five dollar bill instead. I suggest creating a twenty-five dollar bill with Greta Van Susteran's face on it so I can wipe my ass with it. Oh, honey baby, that's a dead end.
Asshole Number Four: Jeb! Bush. During one of the early Republican debates, the candidates were asked what woman they would choose to be on the ten dollar bill. (It was originally suppose to be the ten dollar bill. Then there was something about a Broadway play and now it's the twenty.) Each candidate gave some bullshit answer like my mom, my wife or my daughter. Jeb! picked Margaret Thatcher. He couldn't even think of an American woman to put on money. And his mom, a former First Lady, would have been a legit choice. Somewhere in the audience, Barbara Bush was shaking her head and asking "How can you just leave me standing alone in a world that's so cold?"
The only way to prevent the Harriet Tubman twenty dollar bill from failing is to replace all men on paper currency with women. Seven denominations of paper money are currently circulating.
All Seven and We'll Watch Them Fall
I've put a lot of thought into this, but the U.S. Mint may still fuck this up on purpose, because they're a bunch of dicks. So I put some more thought into it and came up with a Plan B, also known as The I Could Never Take The Place of Your Man Plan. We'll give up cash entirely and trade in jewels, which may get a little tricky when buying jewelry. I may need to put even more thought into it. If I gave you diamonds and pearls, would you be a happy boy or a girl?
Namaste, Bitches
The U.S. Mint has tried to put women on currency a few times. Very few. They royally fucked it up each time. I'm going to say they did it on purpose. All currency in circulation with men seem to be working fine. I think they're treating this whole women on money thing like men who don't want to do their laundry. They pretend not to know how the washing machine works, ask if dryer sheets go in the washer, and purposely overstuff it until we give up and do the laundry for them. Seems I was busy doing something close to nothing. The U.S. Mint put Susan B. Anthony in the dryer until she shrunk. Women all across the nation sighed and said, "Fine. Whatever. I'll spend George Washingtons."
In 1886, Martha Washington was jacked onto some weird ass silver dollar certificate. The only time a solo woman was ever featured on paper money and it couldn't even be spent like real money. It could only be traded in to the Treasury for a dollar's worth of silver, which I'm assuming was then confused with a quarter. In 1865, the baptism of Pocahontas was included on the back side of the twenty dollar bill. The front side of that twenty dollar bill featured both The Battle of Something or Other and a procession led by Columbia. Columbia, a fictional woman, beat out Pocahontas, a real woman, for the front side of the twenty. And to add insult to insult, even the fictional woman had to share the front with a bunch of random soldiers from a battle the name of which I can't be bothered to remember.
Finally, in 1999, Sacajawea was featured on a one dollar coin which met the same fate as the Susan B. Anthony coin. Sacajawea is the most recent one and she disappeared so fast I'll bet you don't even remember her. She walked in through the out door.
This week it was announced Harriet Tubman will replace Andrew Jackson on the twenty dollar bill. Sort of. They plan on putting Andrew Jackson on the back of the bill. Harriet Tubman was born into slavery and later escaped. She then risked her own freedom rescuing seventy people from enslavement through the Underground Railroad. She was an armed scout and spy for the United States Army. After the Civil War, she was an active participant in the women's suffrage movement. She could have stopped after the war. She'd done more good for our country than any one person is obligated to. But she kept fighting for everyone's freedoms. She was a truly remarkable woman. No one in the whole universe will ever compare. Andrew Jackson was a genocidal psychopath. We can take him off of money entirely. He doesn't need to be crawling up Harriet Tubman's ass.
It's hard to allow myself to get excited about the Harriet Tubman bill, because I don't trust the U.S. Mint not to fuck it up. Please excuse me while I write an open letter to the U.S. Mint.
Dear U.S. Mint,
Please don't fuck up. Harriet Tubman should never be in a shoebox in my bedroom closet. I need a love that's gonna last.
Sincerely,
Donna Troy
In the three days since the Tubman announcement, assholes everywhere have discovered they have a profound attachment to Andrew Jackson. It does make sense for assholes to attach themselves to a genocidal psychopath over a self-sacrificing heroine.
Asshole Number One: Donald Trump. Trump called it "pure political correctness." No, asshole, it's simply correct. Trump uses "politically correct" like Kanye West uses "keeping it real." They're both weak justifications for acting like an asshole. Hey Assholes, act your age not your shoe size. Trump said Andrew Jackson was a great man and suggested creating a new currency for Harriet Tubman.
Asshole Number Two: Ben Carson. He suggested putting Harriet Tubman on the two dollar bill. Translation: Let's skip the bullshit charade of putting a woman on spendable currency and put her on currency that's already in a shoebox in my closet. Love 'em and leave 'em fast.
Asshole Number Three: Greta Van Susteran. She said it's stupid to put Harriet Tubman on the twenty dollar bill and suggested creating a twenty-five dollar bill instead. I suggest creating a twenty-five dollar bill with Greta Van Susteran's face on it so I can wipe my ass with it. Oh, honey baby, that's a dead end.
Asshole Number Four: Jeb! Bush. During one of the early Republican debates, the candidates were asked what woman they would choose to be on the ten dollar bill. (It was originally suppose to be the ten dollar bill. Then there was something about a Broadway play and now it's the twenty.) Each candidate gave some bullshit answer like my mom, my wife or my daughter. Jeb! picked Margaret Thatcher. He couldn't even think of an American woman to put on money. And his mom, a former First Lady, would have been a legit choice. Somewhere in the audience, Barbara Bush was shaking her head and asking "How can you just leave me standing alone in a world that's so cold?"
The only way to prevent the Harriet Tubman twenty dollar bill from failing is to replace all men on paper currency with women. Seven denominations of paper money are currently circulating.
All Seven and We'll Watch Them Fall
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I've put a lot of thought into this, but the U.S. Mint may still fuck this up on purpose, because they're a bunch of dicks. So I put some more thought into it and came up with a Plan B, also known as The I Could Never Take The Place of Your Man Plan. We'll give up cash entirely and trade in jewels, which may get a little tricky when buying jewelry. I may need to put even more thought into it. If I gave you diamonds and pearls, would you be a happy boy or a girl?
Namaste, Bitches
Comments:
guytroy2579 said:
Hey, this is your brother. Did you hear Prince died?
