You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy™
Harriet Tubman on the $20 bill.
WHY?
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
In case you hadn’t heard, the U.S. Treasury Department plans to replace Andrew Jackson with Harriet Tubman.
He’s the 7th President of the USA. She is a slave who ushered hundreds of other slaves to freedom on the Underground Railroad.
Both are noble accomplishments. So why choose one or the other. Why not choose both.
Did anyone consider keeping Andy Jackson on the twenty and giving Harriet her own bill?
How about putting this historical icon on the new 6 dollar bill?
Haven’t you ever reached into your wallet and wished, Damn I need a $6?
I just hate change. Especially when it comes to my money.
It’s not that you are replacing an old ugly white guy with an old ugly black woman.
It’s that you are changing my normalcy with your new political correctness. It’s not racist. It’s just change for change sakes.
Have you looked at the old $20? Have you looked at the new proposed $20? Ugly is ugly.
History is history!
I have a comfort level with my money and this makes me uncomfortable.
No offense, but neither of these historical icons is going to win America’s Top Model “Colonial Sex Pots”
Hey U.S. Treasury; “Why do you have to fix something that just ain’t broke?”
Don’t you have more important things to do, like put another magnetic strip in the paper?
How about recall all the pennies and build a bridge. I hate pennies. They are stupid!
How about marketing the $500 dollar bill? Whose on that bill anyway?
After googling this ridiculous question, the answer is William McKinley. Damn he’s an old ugly white guy too.
I’m starting to see a currency trend here people.
The point is, I need my money consistent. I want it to be my friend. I want to reach into my pocket and feel like my fingers are making love to that piece of crisp currency.
I’m just saying there is something warm and comfortable about consistency. Isn’t that why you wear that old sweatshirt from college?
And Andrew Jackson on my $20 is consistent.
It’s like a rainbow after a spring rain. You look up in the sky and say “my oh my. Isn’t that lovely.”
I have often held my $20 up to the corona sign in my local saloon and smiled a “I got me a $20 in my pocket” kind of smile.
It’s not like I have a plethora of twenties hanging out in my bill fold. But when I do, I want to feel that loving feeling, that feeling of familiarity. I want to reach into my wallet and pull out an old friend.
And forever and a day, that $20 dollar friend has been Andrew Jackson.
TO BE CLEAR:
I have no problem with Harriet Tubman. I’m glad she’s black and a woman and a slave and saved hundreds on the Underground Railroad.
God Bless Harriet Tubman.
Give her her own ride at Disney World. “Hey kids, step right up and ride the underground railroad. Run from dogs in the night and angry slave owners with pitch forks. Get to Freedom and begin a new life. It’s the E ticket of the Magic Kingdom.”
I’m all about equality and heroes and Harriet Tubman. You go girl!
But why the $20?
It’s one of my favorite denominations.
I pull out a crisp bill and hold it up to the neon Budweiser light and I see Andrew Jackson’s face and there’s a feeling of warmth that spreads across my financial soul.
Yes!
I got me an Andrew Jackson. I’m good for another couple of rounds.
Sure he’s a pasty faced slave owning presidential punk ass bitch. He has big Albert Einstein like hair like he’s been electrocuted with a curling iron and a pot of French fry grease.
BUT IT’S COMFORTABLE!
I love the fact that the treasury wants to put a black historical icon on a bill, but I would rather it not be a bill I go to sleep with at night, who whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
Be inclusive!
Create more bills.
Put MLK on the $25 bill.
Put Michael Jordan on the new $250 bill. Yes, use the head shot of him smoking a stogey and gambling in Vegas. Be historically accurate.
Cripes, put Bill Clinton with his saxophone on the new $69 bill. Why not?
What’s next? you gonna take Abe Lincoln off the $5 and replace him with Bill Cosby?
Life is so hectic. There’s so much change and so much frenetic energy. My whole life I’ve been able to count on Andrew Jackson on the $20
In 2017 I am going to have to develop a new love affair with H.T.
Can I do it?
I guess the 1st time I hold Tubby up to the light of that neon beer sign I’ll forget all about Andy Jackson.
Booze and money have a way of making you their bitch.
Life’s Crazy™