Poor Grandpa. He knows he’s supposed to be racist towards someone, he’s just not sure whom.

I suppose I should mention that the bulk of my grandpa information is second-hand, and is mostly comprised of what I’ve gleaned from the world’s most reliable source of information: television. See, I never really knew my grandpas. I am recently down my maternal one, and his paternal counterpart bounced from this mortal coil a number of years ago. So, full disclosure, I’m just sorta winging it when it comes to “this is how old guys roll.”

But then, really, as a socially-maladjusted misanthrope living in self-imposed hermitry, terrified of even the most basic interactions with others of my kind and generally having no sense of the goings-on of The World,  I guess that’s true of everything I write.