Mad As Hell. And He Won’t Take Any More

It is kind of sad, but it is instruc­tive.  If you have a ham­mer, every­thing looks like a nail.

Even if it is help­ing “his peo­ple” (which peo­ple he remem­bers when it suits him and assumes are , to coin a phrase, shift­less and lazy) he can’t help him­self.  It’s auto­matic.  It’s like the infant’s mouth seek­ing the nip­ple.  Here he is, rag­ing!

  Copy­right secured by Digiprove © 2010

Living blacks, Detroit, pimps