Kwanza and Juneteenth.

Memorable Times for sure.

One black gent couldn’t make the church social after the funeral and asked his buddy how things went.

Lovely, just lovely with the food and drinks and all that.

But how was “the social part”, you know what I mean?

Weeellll, his buddy said, you know that 12 acres of sweet corn next to the church?

Yes I do.

It’s now been F’k k k Ed flat.

The degree of my privacy is no business of yours.

What we've learned from history is that we haven't learned from it.