Seriously, I think I’ve found myself a new hero.
Accomplished, well-rounded… racist (I mean, seriously, that’s the only conclusion I could draw)
Don’t call Burt Prelutsky a bigot – he’s just telling it like it is!
On Feministe, the comment thread related to this article is certainly an eye-opener; you see, once upon a Golden Age, black people in this country had the freedom to do whatever they wanted – go to any college they liked, hold down whatever job they desired, even become President! And then them evil liburals had to go and ruin everything for black America, because, get this, we have raised a generation of “black kids whose lives have been destroyed by decades of patronizing, pandering, liberal thinking.”
There can be a lot of things wrong with mainstream liberal thinking – liberal thinking doesn’t get a free pass from me just because it’s, well, liberal, but to suggest that black people in America had it great before Al Sharpton, or whoever, came around is a bit like blaming 9/11 on them evil gayz.
Back to the actual article, however – it’s pretty interesting, considering that the author uses big words like “socialist,” but never seems to make the link between effed up communities and poverty. How about blaming rap (am not a fan of most rap – aside from Andre Nikatina, Wyclef Jean, etc. – but it seems obvious to me that disturbing rap lyrics are largely symptomatic of disturbing conditions… Not that I approve) instead?! Or just, you know, the whole aspect of black culture, or, for that matter n——- culture (because it’s not black people he hates, you see, it’s just those gosh-darn n——–). Yeah! Should we sit around and wait for that essay that links listening to country music to brawlin’ at the trailer park? Probably not. Burt would probably never generalize about white folks like this – even though he claims not to be racist.
I could go on, but nobody does it better than Heraclitus.
Something else I’ve decided to get involved with
Sexual Terrorism – no, not the funny kind.
A big thank you to the founder of this project – the incomparable E S.
Kids Today

I don’t think that I shall ever look at Harry’s…. *cough*… wand in quite the same way.