This lovely Thai model was painted a chocolate tone to promote Dunkin’ Donuts “charcoal donut” in that Asian nation.
It was probably a great gig for the girl until American race hucksters got wind of it, and screamed racism. What this has to do with racism will elude the rational mind, but Dunkin’ Donuts caved. No more ad campaign.
Meanwhile . . .
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IN A FARAWAY LAND
Alai-mon, bare-breasted with a cockatoo on her shoulder and a swath of colored cloth, brought by Baptist missionaries from Mississippi, around her slender hips, rowed a long canoe across the narrow river.
Monkeys and parrots sang in the jungle. It was her wedding day.
In the thatch long house on the far bank, she kissed and embraced Jesu-jok whom she loved dearly, and they danced with the villagers, smoked the holy herbs, and sang far into the dark night.
Near dawn, the newlyweds rowed back across the narrow river to the small hut that Alai-mon and her sisters had carefully constructed the previous month among the towering long-hok trees.
And there they lived for 60-odd years, raising children and grandchildren, still dancing and singing and smoking the holy herbs into many dark nights.
But the missionaries were gone. The tribe had eaten them.