An Open Note To Louis C.K.
Dear Louis C.K.,
You the effing best.
In your super funny discussion of race and white privilege with Jay Leno last Friday, you had the temerity to tell America something that black people have felt for years: “If you’re black, you get to complain more.” Of course, you’re not saying that white people don’t get to complain; they do. But they don’t have 250 years of slavery and its immediate consequences to deal with. So thanks for that.
Louis C.K. for president. Ferreal.
P.S. Thanks also for putting Americans to task that one time on Conan. That was great too.
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Last week I got to meet a man in the last six hours of his life, although I obviously didn’t know that at the time.
Donna’s Coffee Shop, 800 N. Charles Street, Mount Vernon.
Soon, your honger — your hungry anger — will drive you to eat that Jumbo Slice and/or pack of nuggets as though it dishonored your family name and this is feudal China.
What I said: “Oh yeah! I’m sorry I’m just really out of it. What’s your name again?”
What I meant: “I’ve never met you before and you just want pity in the face of tragedy.”