Continuing what is proving to be the theme of Lenten meditations around here:
The irresistible power of the hippity-hoppity made that poor drunk white boy do it. When will blacks finally take responsibility for their evil rap music?
Mika Brzezinski still wants to know, because it's not about race, because it's never about race.
I swear nothing in this country has changed since I was a kid growing up in racist East Texas where none of us were racists, we just wanted blacks to mind their place.
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