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Ari L. NoonanEditor's Essays

Hollywood liberal racists are like a homeless hound dog – if you don’t regularly feed them shards of glass, they will snarl until you do.

This afternoon the liberal Hollywood dogs are barking because only white ladies and white gentlemen were nominated for best acting awards for the Oscar derby.

In their limited scope, this is truly important.

Look, Murgatroyd, the sky is blue. Grass is kelly green.  Liberal crocodiles are shedding human tears.

Since Hollywood is the most liberal outpost in North America, what is a saggy-shouldered liberal to do?

Stand on his hind legs and howl until a nice ol’ blue-haired dame drops by and pats him on the head.

That is how you respond to the regularly scheduled charges of racism fomented by floppy-eared, tail-wagging liberals.

Pat them on their pointy heads.

Diversity is possibly the silliest construct in modern social life. Therefore it is the primary value of liberal racists.

Led by their carefully trained drum major in the White House, liberal racists demand sexual, racial, financial equality. No one should have to pay. President Obama says it regularly.

Especially the bozo himself. Did you know that women working in the White House are paid less than the men? Fairness starts at home, Mr. President.

Liberal racists had fasted for almost two days since the last time they wailed about phony racism, and there they were again in this morning’s newspapers.

Liberal racists remind me of the cheating husband, returning from a fling with his mistress who comes home and finds his wife in a compromising situation in the bedroom.

What’s a dog to bark? Who is guilty, the cheating hubby? The cheating wifey?