So back in February I wrote an entry that I feel established a new identity for me as Captain Irony. The column, in response to comments from the new attorney general regarding what he saw as a reluctance by whites to discuss matters of race, opined that any honest endeavors to do so were invariably met by shouts of racism and calls for economic sanctions and boycotts.
The blog entry was met by shouts of racism and calls for economic sanctions and boycotts.
Thus was Captain Irony born!
It gets better.
Originally published April 10, 1992
Jakob cautiously crept forward and came to the steps of Sullen Manor. As Jakob reached to open its towering doors, his mind overcame with second thoughts. Perhaps it was a mistake to come. After all who was to say Bela was even home. Or maybe she was on the couch making time with Edwood, could Jakob bear the sight of his beloved embraced in passion with his rival. Yet still, what if she was home shaving her legs, clipping her toenails, or some other ghastly sight one shouldn’t see if one hoped to keep the image of that impossible perfect ideal one has of their true love.
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