How the nigger in the woodpile became the elephant in the room.

“I am The Lorax. Who the hell are you?”

“I am The Lorax. Who the hell are you?”

Forget that antique wuss Mohammed, the unmentionable bête noire in American politics is race. We’re so eager to prove we’re not racists, we infantilize everyone by refusing to call the Boojum under the bed by its true name.

Oh, yes, it’s The Church of Splendor, and you ain’t never been to a church like this.

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And so to church:

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