damn i'm lazy [Liam]

so it turns out the best motivation for me to post a new blog is to be at work.

um lemme see, stuff to report:

1) I've been discussing with some of my friends lately how odd I find my own knack for the occasional burst of politically incorrect humor. There's a particular brand of rough-around-the-edges tolerance that you get in a place like Union City; 'homegrown stereotypes' are an entirely different (and perfectly controllable, hate-free) thing when you've had friends and acquaintances of every group and ethnicity and known most of them from the time you were a toddler. Categorically speaking, I count as half a person of color (if we consider such distinctions to be born of genetics and heredity).
When I feel like it though, I can spit a vintage of haterade so potent and versatile that people walking on the same spot years later will wonder why they feel inexplicably offended.

Where does it come from though? Remember the talk earlier on this page about a peculiar forehead scar? I was going through some random stuff from my highschool trip to D.C. on the CloseUp tour thing, and I realized exactly how it all comes together.
Yes, that's a picture of me with Strom Thurmond, perhaps one of the single most dastardly individuals in the history of American politics and the poster child for opposition to civil rights and desegregation. A bigoted old bastard who once spat his brand of conservative redneck haterade for more than 24 hours in front of congress in an attempt to stonewall landmark civil rights legislation (a filibuster record that stands today).
When they took us to his office, I had no idea of exactly who we were meeting. The idea conveyed to us by our (african american) guide was "meet a harmless old senator and get your picture taken." Perhaps a more accurate warning would have been "we are going to let LORD VOLDEMORT TOUCH YOU."

(My parents, needless to say, recoiled in horror instantly when I showed them the picture like "look I met someone famous!" Actually, my mom and danny did. Dad thought it was hilarious)
Anyway, it's clear now what happened; Volde-- excuse me, Strom (doesn't that sound even MORE evil?) in the final waning years of his existence passed on to the unsuspecting hapachild some untold portion of his evil powers, unbeknownst to anyone.

Anyway, the only answer is to use it responsibly. That means hating on white people hardest of all (DRAG HERE (I mean seriously white folks hold chopsticks like Michael J. Fox plays "Operation"-- OH NO I'M SO NOT SERIOUS PLZ DON'T HATE ME I HAD TO GIVE AN EXAMPLE) AT YOUR OWN RISK)