The idea of Scott Brown taking his dense pubes to Washington reminds me of a great underground record by the Crack Emcee, from when he led a short-lived band called Little White Radio. That band ruled. If ya ever heard ‘em light up a San Francisco night, let me know.

It would make me sound like a maniac if I said the Crack Emcee was one of my life’s most important artistic mentors. So, let me not say that. I’m trying to get a job during a recession. A writing job. And I’m black.

Sorry, Crack. Gotta leave you outta this one.

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