I'll be waiting forever...

Note: This is satire. The sad fact that I need to disclaimer that before you read it almost makes it farce.

Since Al Sharpton has gotten on the Don Imus debacle, I've decided I want in to. I don't want Imus to apologize to me, though. Nothing he said offended me. But if Sharpton can be offended by something directed at a women's basketball team, I feel that I can now express my offense at things directed at people who I sympathize with for whatever reason.

So, that being said, I want an apology to anybody who has ever referred to anybody of the Caucasian Persuasion "Honkey," "Cracker/cracka" or the like. I'll be waiting forever, I know, but you know what, I did nothing, so to deride my entire heritage like that is simply wrong, and I'm outraged. Hell, my family didn't even show up on this continent until the early 1900s (note: that's actually true).

However, I will still allow usage of "the Man." Because as we all know...I am The Man.


In other news, so not proud of myself. Actually got in to a verbal spat (I love that word...SPAT) with two 12 year olds yesterday. But, in my defense, they were little dillholes. Little unsupervised dipshits riding skateboards and bikes around tennis courts. Doubly offensive since a few years ago this park took away about 3 or 4 courts and built a SKATE PARK! They were obviously looking for trouble and that automatically annoyed the piss out of me. Unfortunately that also played right in to their hands. I miss the days when kids respected and feared all adults.