Pleased to share observations about race relations on a bus, since looking out the window in the seat ahead of me a passenger deliberately, open to the community inside the bus, said, "Why do white women French kiss them dogs?"

That was the opening salvo into a group rant.   The funniest you could dream of.   Better than Netflix.  Better than Rodney Dangerfield.   The group of older women was a laugh riot.  They hated white women with a vengeance, articulating what white women do and value.   House pets, for instance, are of tertiary importance to women who live decades in danger and hardship. The principle of relativity can be a real ass wipe.    Importance, to opportune linguistics.  Rich people treat their pets infinitely better than they do the hired help.  Some of whom may have been on the bus that risible afternoon in the 'Burgh. 

To importune wrongfulness is to stall inhumanity.  We are a town of obstructionists.     Everyone says rotten things about people they despise.   The women on the bus each contributed to a related group of jokes and observations about women and their animals.   How it illustrates to them that what they have heard, and corresponds with what they've experienced.   Social progress never fully adjusts for astigmatism.

Some fellows matching my complexion get miffed with these displays  of hostility.   Not me.