http://www.huffingtonpost.com/randal...ns_b_6643.html
Only in America would lazy fat-asses commence consumption of their deceased neighbors after going only a few days without food. They can't wade down to the cornerstore to loot a case of Twinkies and a few tasty adult beverages? I guess the idea wouldn't be so darkly comical if it were true. How does a lying pile of honky-hating trash like Randall Robinson become an "internationally respected foreign policy advocate and author," not to mention a blogger on this most unimpeachably credible of Web sites? I find it interesting that the author of the cornerstone of Western thought entitled Quitting America: The Departure of a Black Man from His Native Land has suddenly decided that he, a self-proclaimed "formerly un-jaundiced human rights advocate" (oh, no question about that), has "finally come to see my country for what it really is. A monstrous fraud." So how did he view the country when he decided to emigrate to St. Kitts? I'm glad he deserted America, and he should be turned back at the border if he attempts to return. Mr. Robinson is the real fraudulent monstrosity here.
I said I would never again post a link to The Huffington Post, but I can't help it. That site is like a bad car wreck, and I am a rubbernecker.