Many (some?) of you know I live in Buffalo. The Queen City! The Nickel City! Land of the butter lamb, beef on weck, loganberry, chicken wings, and sponge candy. Home of Rick James, Billy Sheehan, The Goo Goo Dolls, Vincent Gallo, and Ani DiFranco. Oh, Buffalo. How can you be so great and yet still make me want to bitch-slap you with a fucking garden claw?
Yesterday evening, well before Gawker became aware of it, I saw the video of the racist bitch in Cheektowaga (yes, we do call it Cheekta-vegas, owing to its klassiness). First came the comments on every single article, which were horrendous. People who insisted HE must have done something, because "that's what n*****s do," those who insisted she was right, because "ghetto people have no respect for white folks," and those combining the above epithets and insults, and insisting that "ghetto n*****s are more racist that white people have ever been." Next came the Cheektowaga Police Chief's comment: