WE ARE NOT IN THIS TOGETHER

Naturally you would expect that I know an awful lot of white people. What with being white myself. Most of my Facebook circle is white, most of my real world circle likewise. So I know white people. I've got the necessary background and knowledge sets.
None of the people I just mentioned were there.


Other than myself, not a Caucasian in sight.


And I'm rather glad of that. Lunch was fabulous. Dang. Stupendous in fact. Also, given that so many white people in red states voted for the present regime, I am glad that they don't have anything comparable, and that everything they want to buy will soon be much more expensive, and that unemployment will go up in their areas because they don't produce anything the rest of the world really needs, and with tariffs, sales will drop.
Also, their weather will be worse this year than last.
Floods, hurricanes, and wildfires.
Screw them.

There are times when I take pleasure in being a mean-spirited crabby liberal. Sitting here with my cup of Hong Kong Milk Tea in one of the few civilized cities in the United States, more than a mile away from the nearest Egg MacMuffin washed down with a diet coke.

I really don't think those people are properly housebroken.


Anyhow, they're stupid, eat too much, and their moms dress them funny.


Anyway, to repeat: lunch was just about heavenly.
Oh boy. I'm still smacking my chops.
Enjoy your Spam surprise.



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