I love Steve Harvey. He makes me laugh more than anybody.
My friend Marian alerted me to this clip:
"White Boy at the Apollo" at
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlEHkC8mfGU

One time Marian and I went for a long bike ride in New Hampshire when we were in prep school together. I know this sounds like the beginning of some tremulous lesbian memory, but quite the contrary: We had ridden pretty far (she was a strong little thing and could ride like 60 miles in a day; I was decidedly less athletic) when we got tired and thirsty and stopped by a farm to ask for a drink. Creeeeeak went the barn door. And there, inside, was a motherfucking neo-Nazi meeting. These guys had a huge flag with a swaztika on it, a bunch of guns on the table. They all turned around and looked at us, and we were like, "Oooooooh, sorry for interrupting, sirs, bye bye now!" And man, we pedalled. Just ask Marian.

I don't know why I'm on this whole racial tip, of late, except of course there's ObamaMania. Rolling Stone has him on the cover with celestial clouds rising from his shoulder pads. People saying we're "post-racial..." Really?