Sometimes just making yourself at home is revolutionary.
One of the many sad ironies of African-American life is that every banal dysfunctional social gathering is called a function. And
Look, dude, you've sampled your life, mixed those sounds with a funk precedent, and established a sixteen-bar system of government for the entire rhythm nation. Set the Dj up as the executive, the leg...
Listing hard to the right like a drunken seaman with an inner ear infection.
Like the good Reverend KingI too 'have a dream'but when I wake upI forget it andremember I'm running late for work.
Your daddy doesn't know his assonance from his elegy! And he calls himself a poet.
This whole city’s a Freudian slip of the tongue, a concrete hard-on for America’s deeds and misdeeds. Slavery? Manifest Destiny? Laverne & Shirley? Standing by idly while Germany tried to kill every J...
No one has, because even in this middle age, he's sensitive, and if you say the wrong thing, he'll show the world just how sensitive he is by crying at your funeral.
Motherfuckers from Harvard to Harlem respect the Pew Research Center,
But anyone who’d ever been to Tito’s Tacos and tasted a warm cupful of the greasy, creamy, refried frijole slop covered in a solid half-inch of melted cheddar cheese knew the bean had already reached...
Any nigger who isn’t paranoid is crazy … Ullus niger vir quisnam est non insanus ist rabidus is
The reason they don’t permit cameras has nothing to do with maintaining decorum and dignity. It’s to protect the country from seeing what’s underneath Plymouth Rock. Because the Supreme Court is where...
They say a cigarette takes three minutes off your life, but good hashish makes dying seem so far away.
Sitting here on the steps of the Supreme Court smoking weed, under the Equal Justice Under Law motto, staring into the stars, I’ve finally figured out what’s wrong with Washington, D.C. It’s that all...
Feigned or not, sometimes I'm jealous of Hominy's oblivousness, because he, unlike America, has turned the page. That's the problem with history, we like to think of it's a book – that we can turn the...
Blood in, blood out … Minuo in, minuo sicco.
Your dad used to think I was bipolar, but what I really am is by myself.
Would he read the paper and see that the Union he saved was now a dysfunctional plutocracy,
Who was I kidding? I'm a farmer, and farmers are natural segregationists. We separate the wheat from the chaff. I'm not Rudolf Hess, P. W. Botha, Capitol Records, or present-day U.S. of A. Those mothe...
Washington, D.C., with its wide streets, confounding roundabouts, marble statues, Doric columns, and domes, is supposed to feel like ancient Rome (that is, if the streets of ancient Rome were lined wi...