What? You’re now accusing WalMart of being racist? AMAZING. If I eat a Twinkie in this city, I’m racist because I didn’t choose a Ho-Ho instead.
It’s from a message board on the Memphis newspaper website. The story was about Wal-Mart closing down a store that is in one of the several free-fire zones in Memphis. I hate Wal-Mart more than the average bear, but even I can support closing down this location. The number of people shot in that neighborhood is second only to the number of cars stolen. I wouldn’t work there without getting combat pay.
Back to the point of the comment. It’s dead on. Memphis is probably the last town in America to have blatant racism sitting on the surface of everyday life. Blacks are still mad at Whitey for shooting Martin. Whites are still mad at Blacks for taking over the city government and schools, making them even worse than they already were.
Point is, as much as I love pulling for the Tigers basketball team, I’m not going back. The city is either going to burn, or fall into complete chaos someday. I love the food and music too much to be there when it does.
I got busted twice this week. First, those ass-clowns over at Georgetown lose in the second round of the March Madness tourney. Which totally blows my brackets to hell. I had the Hoyas going to the final four, now I’ve got one less contender on my sheet. Great.
Next, did you hear on WTOP about the massive traffic back up on I-66 West before you get to the Beltway Monday afternoon? Neither did I. Which is why I was still in the HOV lane as a single passenger car when I got to the dozen or so State Troopers that were pulling people over. Luckily the guy that pulled me over was a good sport and cut me loose with a warning. Now I have to figure a new way of getting out to the ‘burbs in the afternoon. Damnit.
I paid the domain registration fees a few minutes ago, so at least the domain name is mine for another couple of years.
BSG, while I appreciate your offer to cover my expenses you need to hang on to your money. After all, spoiling twin grandsons is going to get expensive and your Social Security check will only go so far.
Dr. Scott (soon to be at least) you could keep up with me better if you didn’t live in a country that doesn’t have an extradition agreement with the U.S.
Suicide Blonde, I’m glad to know my being here makes you feel better. But I often wonder if that’s only because you’re so glad that it’s me living in ‘burbia and not you.
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends, come inside, come inside. Or something like that.
Here in the ABOUT section of the blog I’m supposed to tell the reader who I am and what it is that makes me tick. Blog Law #12 states that I should share with the readers my motivation for writing, a few facts about my life, and even some notes about my job/family/hobbies/political views or interests. This is the section that allows my readers to develop closeness with me. To link our thoughts and form a deep and lasting bond.
Yeah, right.
I’m the last guy on Earth that’s going to join hands around a campfire and sing Kum Ba Yah. All that ABOUT crap is for the whiney ass bitches that don’t get enough love and attention from their so-called friends out in reality. If they even have any or know where reality is.
Want to know something about the little man behind the curtain writing this blog? Then ask me. I’m not hard to find. Otherwise, kick back and enjoy my take on life.
