A day may come in America when an ignorant, obnoxious, arrogant nonentity without much in the way of real accomplishment will have sense of propriety enough not to gratuitously insult a good and decent man who lifted himself up from deprivation and want to get an education and excel in a difficult field, saving the lives of who even knows how many sick children and earning the gratitude of the parents involved. A day may come when an appropriate sense of shame will restrain lesser individuals whose lives have been frittered away in the pursuit of cheap self-gratification and tawdry celebrity from referring to their betters with epithets they don’t even begin to understand, and which apply far more aptly to themselves.
But it is not this day. Thankfully, Ben Carson knows how to deal with yipping, yapping little liberal-fascist attack poodles and repellent race-baiters.
When we all look at a pissy little twatface like Toure, I see in your eyes the same violent loathing that would raise the gorge in me.