To avoid lapping over with Andrew, I'm just going to refer you guys to him. It isn't some fool in a crowd. It isn't a lunatic with a monkey doll. It's our thug-life in action, pure and simple. Say it with me children--They are who we thought they were. And as they get closer to the end of a noxious chapter on our history, they show themselves to be the same cowards they were in Philadelphia in 80, with Willie Horton in 88, with hands in 90, with Sista Souljah in 92, with McCain's love-child in 2000. They are who we thought they were. And I think their time has come.
Save your eyes. Take breaks.