Shorter Blake: You’re the real racist if you even talk about racism, and it’s your fault that racism is a thing—not the people who are actually racists and bigots.

In his condition, may he enjoy a minimum of two IFR landings in the real world (as opposed to his own, where climate change doesn’t exist).

Satire is either dead, or in the dark age and written by Frank Miller. I’d avoid it entirely.

Yeah, the old version’s better.

Is it anal time already?

There are worse prospective choices for sequels. I guess I’m gonna go see it when it comes out? Just... gonna hang out on top of this fence for a while first - balancing.

...in hindsight, I seem to have had a very quiet public school education. This is, like, a 540 degree turn from what my middle school was like. Good teachers, too.

...I hope that, when he is in grad school and no one can tell him how to wear his hair, he will remember this moment and smile before tossing his manful dreadlocks from side to side. But that’s a few years away yet, so in the meantime I feel nothing but a quiet rage for how he’s being treated when he’s still too young…

At this point, I’m surprised there isn’t a pool or anything to buy you that bucket. You’d then eat a serving of that lies-&-cheese and, in the interest of informing the world of your experience, report back on how it tastes. Call it “Chef OHGODWHYPEOPLE” or something. (Then the feedback begins, on how to improve it to…

Let me tell you a story...

Nice, man!

Because they’re Splinter readers?

...would it help if I said it’s more along the lines of damnatio memoriae?

...meanwhile, we’re trying to build a wall of some sort.

They’re the type of pedo rapist he is.

...I’m with him. Poverty and disgrace are a more effective deterrence than a fat lip and bruised knuckles.

...maybe pull that video after a day or two so jerkface there doesn’t get extra publicity, no matter how small?

...you ignored all the hype and your own good sense for three episodes?

That’s a lot of high profile bragging about what is essentially a 20-year-old embellishment that doesn’t really matter at all.

Just... gonna sigh now. You have written a depressing paragraph, and it’s making me sigh.