Wednesday, November 30, 2005

My nose is still bleeding.

And yet, I survived Thanksgiving.  Here's something for you.

Whitey loves Starbucks.

Is the local Starbucks here the only one with the faux-local "art" posters of smiling, white faces plastered on the windows?  Where's the patron of African American lineage?  Where's the latte-lovin' Latino?  The cappuchino-chuggin' Chinese? 
 
Where, I ask, are my brothers?