I went to the Constitution Center today and discovered something funnier than small black children at the Camden Aquarium giving fish the finger.  Medium black children shouting “your mom” and “that’s what she said” during a presentation about the ratification of the Constitution.  Walking around the center nearly called me physical pain and I’ll use the following mistake as my case: Andrew Jackson was mistaken for a basketball player.  That sent me to frowntown.  Ironic as I was already in Philadelphia. On the plus side, I took a circuitous route back to the trainstation and digressed through Chinatown on the way back.  I was gladdened to see the number of larger/Rubinesque women used in advertisements for happy ending massages.  How enlightened we’ve become.