As I write to you, the streets of Memphis are at a standstill.
Drivers are paralyzed at redlights, their eyes glazed over with an unholy blue light.
The light reflected from their cellphones, as they furiously meme.
Two marauding hippie vegan restauranteurs have unleashed the unholiest of unholies upon us in reaction to a crass judgement of their free-living bohemian folkways in a restaurant review, merely for wishing to share the beauty of their family experience with their customers.
But this is no horror movie, #buttholegate is very, very real.
I won't say what happened, because it is an unspeakable horror. You'll have to learn for yourselves.
This is a song about death. It's on mandolin.
Hate is the first step to all solutions.
You will not end bigotry until you learn to hate it.
