Alice Huffman is old enough to remember when there was racism in America, not the cartoon-generated antics of her contemporary friends on the left.

Huffy, however, turned huffy this week. She launched an unintentional round of jokes – on her.

Huffy (straight face now, kid) is president of the – please, oh, my, please, please, please, please excuse the expression – California chapter of the National Assn. for the Advancement of Colored People.

Alice, Baby. Are you serious?

The National Assn. for the Advancement of Colored People.

And you, Huffy, think you have a complaint?

Did you swallow too many martinis or not enough Tums?

Did Alzheimer’s make an early appearance?

Look me straight in the eye.

No, the other eye.

You, Huffy, are going to issue a kvetch and expect to be taken seriously by normal people  when you are parading around – outdoors yet — as the, uh, leader of the state chapter of the National Assn. for the Advancement of Colored People.

If a non-colored person (Bulletin: All of us are colored, and some of us are more colorful than you stodgy, colorless others) referred to you as a colored person, you would have him thrown into a racist jail.

So Huffy, before you can afford  to get phonily huffy over a topic that spotlights your ignorance, our National Anthem, clean up your own impolitic backyard.