Why I shouldn’t second-guess myself

Racist friend of friend is racist.

I said yesterday that I wouldn’t go to Facebook, due to the overwhelming number of heavily-partisan political posts people were making. And I didn’t, technically, since I saw this conversation in the wee hours of Wednesday morning, but it just goes to show that I really need to stick with my first inclination; deviating from the plan and winging it doesn’t seem to work out too well for me. Besides, everybody who knows my  way of thinking knows that it’s still the same day until I go to sleep and wake up again, regardless of what time that happens. In my defense, I was on my way home after watching the voting results come in at Dempsey’s Pub (don’t go there, btw), and riding NJ transit in the early AM isn’t the most scintillating experience.

The conversation pictured here has continued, with everybody else staying far away from the racially-coded land mine of Shaquita to focus on entitlements, the military, and how Obama will continue to ride around Virginia in his rap-blaring Escalade, snatching money out of old people’s hands and food out of children’s mouths. I may have extrapolated a little there, but I that’s my general reading of the subtext.

And let’s not even talk about the secession comment. Man, I was so tempted not to hide  some of those names.