Charming.

Instapunk takes on the subject of race, yet again, and the results are nonsensical. Probably this is my favorite passage:

The wise old black men told me that such pleasures were only ephemera. That their lot in life was misery, deep and inconsolable. I told them I was a Celt, and they had only just begun to learn about pain.

The prospect of this filthy old bastard living in a country presided over by Barack Obama amuses me to no end.