The Bus Bench

Jena 6, stripping away the bullshit and what constitutes a prank

When class is stripped away it’s just between the niggers and the rednecks.

The mainstream liberal media won’t really touch this in a substantial way. Why because they are scared little chicken shits.

Racism in it’s purist form is demonstrated at it’s base in not how you are treated when you’re a good little Driving Miss Daisy black person, but when you get pissed off.

What happens when a black kid doesn’t turn the other cheek?

That’s when you can see how racist a society is and this case along with the young black man in Georgia who is currently serving an adult sentence for having consensual oral sex with a 15 year old when he was 17 shows you that racism is alive and well in the United States.

“Well he shouldn’t have been fooling around with those white girls anyway,” old black person.

We need to really shut up with that bullshit. Civil rights doesn’t just apply to people who have your moral or cultural values and you don’t lose your rights because you get mad, have premarital sex (even if it’s with a white girl, a black boy or between people who share the same sexual orientation) or kick someone’s ass when they piss you off or at least it’s not suppose to.

Here’s a memo. You can’t behave your way out of racism. People are racist because people are racist, not because of anything anyone has done wrong.

Prank one from: "Without Sanctuary, Lynching Photography in America" Twin Palms Publishers

Let’s go into the facts of Jena:

1. The six black kids kicking the white kid's ass was not the first incident. Shocking, because even the liberal media keeps forgetting to state that. It seems like these six kids just jumped a white kid for no reason and that they want "affirmative action" in regards to the courts and that is BULLSHIT. I'd expect that from Fox, but this from the "liberal" media, just shows the cowards that they are.There is also something about the safe language they use and they keep stating it's wrong, but they did something. You can be angry, but violence is not the answer and you have to be punished when you do something wrong, just not so harshly...got to remember that. If you read the whole facts you'd know that someone should just kick some of these reporters in the teeth for how their scaredy cat coverage is so NOT helping.

These "liberal" "grassroot" political blogs (Daily Kos, Talk Left, Huffington Post) even a bigger joke.

2. Here are the incidents (roughly, the order is right, but I don't have all of the exact dates) as they went down.

a. First day of school, black kid asks Principal (or Vice Principal, depending on source) could he sit  under a tree (a tree that was an unspoken rule, reserved for white kids who are 80% of the school.)
b. Days later black kids and friends do sit under tree
c. Next day there are three (or two depending on source) nooses hung in the tree.
d. Black and white students clash often the next month.
e. After Thanksgiving a section of the school set on fire (no one caught.)
f. A following weekend a black kid went to mostly white party and got beat up with beer bottles and fists by a group of white kids.
g. Next day same black kid got gun pulled on him by a white kid, he wrestles the gun out of the kids hand.
h. Following day that black kid got charged with theft for taking the white kid's gun away from him.
i. The following week at school that black kid got taunted by a white kid who was friends with the  people who hung the nooses. The white kid was referring to the black kid being jumped by white kids at the party that weekend (see f.)
j. Later that day that white kid got beat up and knocked unconscious by six black kids.
k. That white kid who was almost “murdered” was at a ring ceremony later that night. What a trooper.

Facts dissected from Newsweek, Snopes and Sun Times.

That’s the real facts of the case. Seems like to me those kids were provoked into kicking some ass and if anyone who should be doing jail time (or at least some job up training) is the school superintendent, Roy Breithaupt and the cops for not acting as diligently when the white kids did something as they did when the black kids did something. Or just grossly overeacting in regards to the black kids, because I in no way if the situation was reversed would want some white kid spending adult time for a high school fight, even if he was a total asshole.

The principal wanted the noose students expelled, but the superintendent Roy Breithaupt thought it was just a childish prank because apparently lynching is real funny. Beating someone cutting off their balls, hanging them on a tree and setting them on fire then taking the time to set up a tripod, so you can photograph the event so you can then put it on a postcard where you can casually write, “I’m having fun how about you?” and and then you can even have the United States postal service endorse it and and mail it to your cousin Albert in Mississippi (cause he likes funny stuff) then over drinks when Al comes into town you can all have a little chuckle at the the nigger’s stretched out neck on the funny postcard you sent. That’s FUCKING FUNNY AS HELL!!!!!! Roy what a great sense of humor you have. I'd like to see how you feel about the prank I'd like to play on your dead grandmother.

Prank two from: "Without Sanctuary, Lynching Photography in America" Twin Palms Publishers

The arson incident. Do you think the black kids did that? If they did and people even kind of thought they did it don’t you think they’d be charged? Hell they wanted to charge them all with murder. If a black kid had pulled a gun on a white kid do you think he’d be walking around Jena?

People like to point out that one of the juveniles Mychal Bell had four priors, but ask yourself this if you were living in this piece of shit town and you were a black guy that no doubt was attractive and probably popular with the ladies (and the white ones too, you know how they are in the South about that) your ass would probably have priors too. If I lived in Jena I'm pretty darn sure that I would have kicked some ass before I got to 18.

If you think I’m unreasonable you’ve probably never been to the south. You’ve probably never been in LA while Chief Gates was running the police department.

This all smells of bullshit and the liberal media tiptoeing around this makes me sick.

Let’s be reasonable my ass. Fuck being reasonable. Being reasonable just puts a sign on your back that says kick me and do it hard.

Give to the Jena defense fund or shut your mouth about how your parents didn’t own slaves and asking black people why you can't use the word nigger.

                                   Prank three from: "Without Sanctuary, Lynching Photography in America" Twin Palms Publishers

I don’t know what’s worse dumb kids hanging nooses in the tree or the “liberal” media pussyfooting around this issue as a kind of silent acceptance of it’s ok (or sensationalized stories on the poor whites and how they are "evil," but not the sytem or the superintendent) to let black people die figurative and literally if being cool about it helps the Democrats get in the White House.

Don’t want to seem too crazy and speaking up for black people that makes you look crazy.

Signed,

Crazy Browne

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Photos are scanned from "Without Sanctuary, Lynching Photography in America" on Twin Palms Publishers editors James Allen, Hilton Alas, Congress John Lewis, Leno F. Litwack

Here's an except by Congressman Lewis:

Without Sanctuary brings to life one of the darkest and sickest periods in American history. As a young child, growing up very poor in rural Alabama, I heard stories about lynching and about the knightriders coming through, intimidating and harassing black people. At the time it all seemed nightmarish, unreal--and even unbelieveable. The photographs in this book make real the hideous crimes that were committed against humanity.

"Honk if You Love Open Space"?

Over on some blog that is too concerned with white-washing the reality of this dinky, two-bit town's cretinous core, we could not help but read, bug-eyed, the hypocrisy of some wanna-be west-siders acting arty in their laughable attempt to be green. A comment was posted, but we do not expect it to be there when our drunk collective arse comes to, sometime Saturday night, so we decided—as is the tradition by our asshole team leader, whose journeyman status harkens back two full decades in New York and Los Angeles publishing—to slap that shit on our own decrepit vehicle.

http://www.blogdowntown.com/blog/2879#comments

Surely this is a joke, right? Did Margaret Cho divorce Rev. Al because he has resurrected the L.A. Cacophony Society?

L.A. remains a laughing stock of any real metropolis—size does not matter, despite the sprawl of these sixty, seventy or too many more suburbs in search of a city; as such, eLAy will never be a cosmopolitan spot owing to the collective demeanour such as what Mr. Fuentes so eagerly offers above. And any real PR firm will be on the receiving end of two to a few grand for such "organic" PR. (I know, having worked with Priority, Delicious Vinyl, Atlantic and EMI Records/Music for some sixteen years, as a free agent.)

The harrowing irony of "Honk if you love open space" is simply astounding. Why not get your McAss out of your McHybrid, and make public transportation viable? Or work to get bicycle lanes created? Or make the wreck of wasted space, Pershing Square, something more than its most defining icon: a quarter-million-dollar public toilet that barely operates properly? (Pershing Square is the way it is today for no other reason than it used to be the town square; the activity of such a public space frightened the powers that-be and so the space underwent several changes to disabuse the once-popular notion that it could be a centre for speaking up. Just try walking on what passes for grass there, if you wanna find out where your tax dollars are being wasted.)

I may well have made a mistake to come back out here. Instead of wasting my time bitching about obvious hypocrisy, I could have taken the 1 uptown to 116th, walked through the gates and languished—with a good book, of course, or maybe just a fat flask of single malt scotch—under the trees on the east side (where the Wi-Fi works best, just inside the little wire "fence") of Columbia's quad, or some other green open space. (Or, as it is now the weekend, gone downtown from there to The Park for a car-free, HONK-free day near the Reservoir, or down to the round Orchard at Houston, to enjoy that which the hicks in this two-bit shanty-town cannot seem to do: STOP DRIVING CARS and START MAKING A DIFFERENCE.

Do I really have to belabour the bleeding obvious? If you have to "honk if you love open space," you contribute directly to the paucity of it as well as the ugliness of what is left in southern CA.

I can only imagine that if some bums pushed an Ag[gro]bin—from what usta be Skid Row—into a parking space in front of Meléndrez there on Olive, and put out a sign that said, "Honk if you think I give a fuck about your open space," the "greenanistas" would be seeing red.

In the end, there would be just another parking space taken up, temporarily, and vacated in a more violent fashion when one of the Melendrez Sisters called the cops.

When I lived on 9th and C, and went uptown to 110th (for the express desire to wander through The Park to 59th), even my New York gait of seven MPH (a lazy gait, that; be sure to check your rear view mirrors when my Brooklyn boot-leather gets going) is average yet requires some TWO HOURS. I spent many years in Downtown L.A. long before the lofties arrived (can anyone tell name the unique aspect of the olde post office at 5th and Spring, down the street from the Valuta —where KOMA, Feral House, Transparency and Angry Thoreauan were housed?) and it were no more than a quick juant up to Temple, then back to the office, then on down to the little cafe where Spring split, and if I wanted to start to stretch my legs, down to Washington Blvd. I was back to my own space in an hour. I imagine I passed a few "parks" by any Los Asseleno's defintion, not to mention some self-serving architects narrow perspective of "open space."

-BusTard

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Rosa Brooks on Blackwater.

"Outsourcing foreign policy by Rosa Brooks L.A. Times

The latest Blackwater controversy exposes a larger effort to auction off key government roles to the highest bidder.
September 21, 2007

Why fight another war, with all the bother of convincing Congress, if you can quietly hire a private military company to fight it for you? Why interrogate suspected insurgents if you can outsource the whole messy business? Why go through the tedious process of training Afghan judges if DynCorp will handle it instead -- as long as you're not too picky about the results?"

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I know movie stars are interesting, but the above events might actually impact your life in a real way.

Actually they are already impacting your life. 

In San Diego Blackwater is allegedly building a training facility…who do you think they are getting ready to police? A public military or police entity can’t kill someone or stop someone just because they don’t have the "proper" paper work, but a private entity of highly trained, well connected and well armed can and more importantly unhesitantly will kill.

What do you think would happen if the government started hiring private police, similar to what they do in downtown?

Of course we have rights, but in general it’s pretty hard to enforce rules of civil and human rights in regards to private corporations.

(Why do you think the vast majority of ethnic people who have jobs with health insurance work for public entities? Yeah the whole black person at the DMV/post office/airport and the Indian owning 7-11 thing is real funny, but the fact of the matter is some people will look at your name, face and won’t hire you and the vast majority of the time they can get away with it.)

Lots of times US corporations use foreign countries to see how things work and then they try it out on us Americans and we’re people, not like those funny accented foreigners. During Katrina if you watch the documentary "When the Levees" broke notice that there are some military people in the background, but they have on an odd uniform. To me the uniforms look similar to Blackwater’s uniform. I could be wrong, but imagine if the LAPD started hiring a Blackwater like company to enforce the laws. Yes a private corporation may be more efficient and able to cut through the red tape, but you know I want people who get to kill people to have to go through red tape.

Private security firms allow sadistic fucks to not be held accountable. Do you think that’s a smart idea? Do you think possibly you should be worried about it?

Browne

"No, I'M Brian!" Now, where's my money? MY NECK HURTS!!!

from today's L.A. Times:

"Buses were used to transport riders until the Gold Line was back in service about 11:30 a.m., Sheriff's Lt. Ron Kegel said.

'About 20 people were on the train,' Kegel said. Officials have located 12 passengers and are trying to find others who left the scene after the crash."

for those who do not want to scroll down through the many pages of memorable quotes:

Centurion: Where is Brian of Nazareth?
Brian: You sanctimonious bastards!
Centurion: I have an order for his release!
Brian: You stupid bastards!
Mr. Cheeky: Uh, I'm Brian of Nazareth.
Brian: What?
Mr. Cheeky: Yeah, I - I - I'm Brian of Nazareth.
Centurion: Take him down!
Brian: I'm Brian of Nazareth!
Victim #1: Eh, I'm Brian!
Mr. Big Nose: I'm Brian!
Victim #2: Look, I'm Brian!
Brian: I'm Brian!
Victims: I'm Brian!
Gregory: I'm Brian, and so's my wife!
Victims: I'm Brian! I'm Brian!...
Brian: I'm Brian of Nazareth!
Centurion: All right. Take him away and release him.
Mr. Cheeky: No, I'm only joking. I'm not really Brian. No, I'm not Brian. I was only - It was a joke. I'm only pulling your leg! It's a joke! I'm not him! I'm just having you on! Put me back! Bloody Romans! Can't take a joke!

Going for The Gold: Two Wrecks in Ten Days

On Tuesday, 11 Sept, the Gold Line hit a motor vehicle at  Ave. 53 and Marmion Way:

Due to an accident on the Metro Gold Line this morning, train service has been delayed. The accident occurred at Avenue 53 and Marmion Way. As a result, both tracks of the Metro Gold Line are blocked. Metro has set up a bus bridge between the Highland Park and Southwest Museum stations to transport passengers. Metro apologizes for the service delays caused by the accident. Visit Metro.net during the day for more information.

On Friday, 21 Sept, the Gold Line hit a motor vehicle at  Ave. 53 and Marmion Way:

Due to an accident involving the Metro Gold Line and a vehicle at Avenue 50 and Marmion Way, Metro Gold Line service had been delayed with no through service in the area. As a result, Metro has deployed Metro Buses to transport Metro Gold Line patrons between the Highland Park Station and the Southwest Museum Station. This service delay will remain until further notice. Metro apologizes for any inconvenience this may cause to our patrons.

The Blue Line usta be the only game in town, and she did pretty well in mowing down motor morons and idiot pedestrians between downtowns (Los Angeles and Long Beach). Then she got married to the Red Line and made up for his having to be underground and being unable to have anything more than tourists to eat. (I am surprised that some fool has not driven into the tunnel where the Blue Line exits, to take the record of the first motorist hit by the Red Line.)

Many years later, they birthed the Gold Line. Not too long thereafter they adopted a little red-headed stepchild, the Orange Line. (The little bastard is shooting up like a weed; he is already 65 feet long!) Both are coming along in filling their mum's shoes: Orange had racked up 32 "kills" by the time he turned one year olde last year, and now his older sister, Gold, is trying to catch up with the little bugger—as can be seen from the above accounts.

Perhaps some aspiring BusBenchers should put up scoreboards along the Blue, Gold and Orange Lines, to inspire Mother Blue and her offspring.

-BusTard

Tearing down Bukowski. 5124 De Longpre Avenue. 9/21

01: The early morning BusTard contemplates the decrepit bungalow of the deceased Bukowski.

02: BusTard's impulsiveness, fueled by too much eastern sunshine and too little any alcohol, decides the "cultural earthquake" described by Time.com needs a kick-start.

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It’s been how many years some Bukowski has been dead and people in LA are still going on about his marginally talented ass. Yes I said it, marginally talented.

His house apparently is going to be demolished. I say good riddance. Let’s break the hope of the pointless. Why should we enable them to worship at the house of a false idol who is only relevant in gentrified bars of the newly sanitized “eastside.”

He was one of those right time and right place kind of artists.

No Bukowski was not a Hemmingway (Hemmingway, he’s a GOD.) He was not a Hunter. He was not a F Scott Fitzgerald. He was not a Capote. He was not a Dorothy. He was not a Henry Miller.

He wasn’t even a Kerouac and I’m still trying to get what the fuck was so great about a guy who just rambled on and on and on about things you ramble on and on about when you are high. I’ve read Kerouac over and over again and I do not get it. I get Ginsberg. I get William Borough. I don’t get Kerouac. Was is that he sucked Ginsberg’s cock? Or did Ginsberg want Jack to suck his cock and owing to that pumped up Jack and since people in LA don’t act until a “god” says it’s ok a “god” can say shit tastes good and people in LA will eat it.

I don’t know I don’t understand the “beat, hippy, pot smoking, beat loving Buddha bullshit spouting” crew. I’d just rather not bother with the entire state of California between 1960 and 1980.

Thank god all of those fuckers are dying off now.

Bukowski simply was a guy from the post office that a rich guy decided to make a project.

Similar to when rich women from Brentwood go to the inner city and teach the kids how to do something arty. The kids aren’t that good, but it’s fun to watch. Who would have thought that poor people could be arty and shit. Yeah I know it’s mean, but we all know it’s true.

“Wow little girl you sure are talented, that is a great painting,” rich lady to not very talented (but she’s trying) inner city girl.

Talented poor kids get thrown out "nice" programs in week one.

"If you can't learn to appreciate what opportunity we've given you then you'll just have to leave, we only like smiling shiny happy art here," rich lady.

Bukowski is in the school of writers that I like to call the “die already motherfucker, die” school. You know that group of writers, artists, eccentrics that get famous for not dying and being decrepit. Giving other mediocre artsy type people hope that their hopelessness can somehow be marketable in the right packaging.

I guess no one passed out the memo:

Only one drunken mediocre disgusting bastard every 50 years.

I don’t think the vast majority of his followers are going to make it to the semi finals of the uneducated, drunk and disgusting literary awards.

I personally think that Buk would appreciate the above tribute we at ShameTrain LA paid more than any kind of saving his house so you can “feel” his environment movement. That's kind of dumb.

Browne

Transformer Toilet. Pershing Square

As promised (from last week's wee teaser) here is the exciting full-length feature of the Pershing Square Public Toilet in action.

The John Williams Inadvertent Choir was in town; after begging some change from the nearby news agent, we stuffed all two of the so-called singers into the waterless closet along with a listless photographer and an alleged lawyer. (The latter was in case we had to evict some bum, crackhead or whore wanting to enjoy the low rent of 25¢ for 20 minutes.)

What can we state? A few minutes, two bits and an urgent desire to shit (or at least piss) will prompt the exciting action from any given quarter-million-dollar public toilet in a way that will leave one wondering: all that noise, all the waiting, and all the hullabaloo. . .  for a commode that secretly flushes itself?

TransToilet
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Love along the MTA. Downtown LA. 9/21

Today on my journey from the 180, to the Red Line, to the Blue Line to do some freelance work I got off to meet a client. I have a bad sense of direction, so I was looking for his office and I ended walking up Alameda at around 20th street and some guys in a truck said :

“Do you suck cock? Do you want to suck some cock today?”

(with gestures of cocksucking and everything, a real reenactment, as if I didn't know what sucking a cock looks like or is, maybe they wanted me to watch them suck each others cocks, who knows...)

Anyways I thought, why thank you for asking, but no I don’t suck cock for money.

Apparently in the industrial area of Los Angeles if you’re a woman, you must be a prostitute. It’s good to know that I have career options if my art career doesn’t take off, which it not taking off has a pretty good chance of happening.

I relayed this story to my client. I thought it was an entertaining little anecdote and my client was looking at me with horror.

"Are you serious?" my client.

I think he wanted to go out and kick their ass or something, how sweet.

As a woman in Los Angeles when you take public transport you have to deal with lots of interesting men.

Since I’m bored and I like talking I usually engage strange men in conversations.

Once I talked to this dreadlocked actor Jamaican guy from New York. He told me had been in movies and told me that I should go to Reggae on the River. We were both discussing the Long Beach Bob Marley Reggae Festival and how it had been over run by poseurs, but apparently the event he was discussing got canceled.

On the Green Line I talked to another fellow. He was starting a coffee business. He had a cool bike. He lived in Long Beach. He currently was teaching the emotionally disturbed. He wanted to take me camping.

I also had a chat with a guy from San Francisco. I was in a bad mood that day and told him to watch out for people in LA, because everyone in LA were back stabbing bastards. I then told him he should probably not even talk to me, because I’d probably eventually just fuck him over. He still wanted to take me to lunch. I guess he liked dark moody people.

I also often get chatted up by the drivers.

A driver from New York on a line on Vermont.

A guy who drives the Blue Line.

And today a guy on the Red Line.

“You look lost, do you need some help,” friendly MTA conductor in the middle of 300 people, but he comes up to me and he got in 300 people’s way to help me to find my way.

“No, I’m just waiting for my friend,” me.
“Would you like to get some coffee or something while you wait, I’m off work right now, if you’re not doing anything,” friendly driver.

Maybe coffee guy is nicer or possibly coffee guy is just like the people in the truck, but just too scary to come right out with it. I don’t think guys talk to you, just because they want to talk to you, but maybe I’m just being negative.

Browne

More rich liberals who want you to write for free.

Ariana Huffington is loaded, she wants you to write three times a week for free. I love this new liberal media form of "internships."

Let's see her website is making lots of cash, has lots of ads, but she wants free writing from street people...oh sorry citizen journalist.

Yeah her politics may be "liberal," but you know when you exploit people for a good cause, it's still exploiting.

Definition

Exploitation- the combined, often varied, use of public-relations and advertising techniques to promote a person, movie, product, etc.

Browne

Stop blogging about TV. Jena 6. Blackwater. L.A. 9/20

Does everyone that blog want to be on TV, work for TV or are they just fat bastards with no lives, so they watch a lot of TV.

Even with my freelance jobs, drinking hobby and just mostly unpleasant attitude I almost never get around to watching TV. I don’t have cable. I can’t sit down to watch anything. I just don't have time. I have this thing called a life. I missed the MTV awards. What's the point of it now? I knew a bunch of morons would be blogging about it. And I pretty much hate all of the music (I read via the internet) that they play. I like classical music, real jazz, vintage punk and gangster rap (yeah the kind that's not positive and was played on KDAY.)

People want to be on TV so badly and at any cost.

On Hollywood Blvd this woman came up to me and said, “I’m from MTV…” and I said, “How about you fuck yourself?”  I'm unique looking (finding an ethnic like person who speaks English without having to go south of the 10 makes everyone's life easier) so entertainment dumbasses always want to put me on TV. Of course my animosity was misdirected. She was doing her job, but she seemed surprised. How could me a seemingly young and hip individual not give a fuck about MTV.

I know this is Hollywood and that’s the point. People do poetry on the side while waiting for their big break in commercials. Theatre in LA is nothing more than a wasteland of 40 plus actors and actresses hoping that an agent will be in the audience to give them a part in a quirky independent film. People write books hoping they can turn them into a screenplay. TMZ has a TV show, a sucky one, why?

(Don’t you love with the internet how you can just erase your mistakes? What a great tool to manipulate the truth and history. Too bad Hearst wasn’t around to see this day.)

But you know I look at who owns various blogs and I realize possibly it’s not that people are vacuous morons it’s just that the biggest blogs are owned by people who are from the marketing sections of the TV and movie industries. If you don’t remember media prior to the internet you talk about what’s in your face.

If someone with a million dollars builds ten websites and fills them with bubble gum pop stars, well of course that’s what people are going to talk about it.

I’ve actually informed my staff members that I will never approve a post (or pay them for a print story, freelancers reading who aren’t bullshit, contact me) on the following topics:

Brittany Spears
MTV
Paris Hilton
Any musician that is signed to a major label (except Amy Winehouse, because as you know I think she’s rad.)
New movies
Anything that is broadcasted on TV

Why because if I’m going to “not say something nice” I know lots of people I’d rather make fun of; heads of corporations, heads of states, politicians, but you know most of these people are guys. Guys with back up.

I think the problem is that most people who are bloggers lack balls. They make fun of Brittany and Paris, because they have no power and it’s easy, but they don’t make fun of Blackwater and the fact on their webpage they don’t say who owns it.

No comments from the "liberal, bullshit, courage of a five year old without a night light, blogosphere" peanut gallery on the Jena 6. The only blogs that talk about it are the black blogs. What the fuck is that about?

Liberals hate hate hate when you bring up race other than to say Republicans are racist. I don't think all Republicans are racist and I don't think all Democrats have shit that smells like flowers. They won't talk about racism unless they can turn it into a classism slant, which is very hard in a rural southern town where pretty much everyone (black and white) are a step above Calcutta or Deliverance.

The internet has turned out to be a better creation than TV at creating a nation of fucking moronic tools.

At least with TV you know you’re not doing shit.

Browne ShameTrain LA