Had breakfast with a couple of my longhaired liberal buddies this morning. We sleepily bemoaned the ragged state of affairs over migas and plato Doroteo numero tres ( chili verde over a chili relleno).
Upon leaving we were confronted by the vehicle pictured here.
When I was a youngster in Houston I was acquainted with an elderly black lady who would talk to me about stuff as if I were a grownup. Once we were talking about Jim Crow and she explained it to me like this, "Kevin, a whollatta white folks are like dogs -- they run around showin' their asses."
