There's Nothing Like a Cold Beer to End Racism

We've all read or heard the news about how the Usurpent decided to meddle in matters outside of his job description when he publicly chastised a cop for arresting a liberal professor friend of his based on supposed racial profiling.

I think it's odd that the cop has a stellar record on the force, and that he taught classes about the wrongs of racial profiling. Then, just when you thought it was a closed topic, an email appears where the cop used words referencing monkeys and bananas in a derogatory fashion. All of the sudden, the cop issues an apology for using those words. The whole thing is suspect.

The Usurpent never apologized for sticking his nose into someone else's business, but he used the situation to call attention to our history of racial problems in Cambridge and in the U.S. Now, I've been to Cambridge. It's probably the most politically correct town in America, next to Washington, D.C. (not a town, but a district set aside for government only--what happened there?)

So, the Usurpent decides that both parties, but not himself, had a misunderstanding and, gosh, let's just laugh this off over some cold ones at my house. Really? Beer? Really?

Since their happy hour meeting, I'm glad to report that racism has ended in America. It was a remarkably simple solution under our noses at the grocery store all this time. Who knew?