In West African folk stories, the tar baby was a character made of wax, gum, or tar, who proposed to trap, entangle and engulf a man. Poor old Joel Chandler Harris didn't know that Michelle Bachman would get stuck in a "tar baby" of her own devising, to wit, the revenge of the "code"-sensitive PC police on someone who appears to be slurring her races. He would have understood that there are situational tarbabies (for instance the subjective appreciation of gun art) and human tarbabies. Just as the subjective experience of art ain't black nor white, neither is the encounter with a human tar baby. I have no doubt that Robt. has more to contribute than malicious gossip; I don't hold out much hope that he will.
The more you struggle the further you get stuck in. Remember.
jack
