I never thought I’d feel the urge to defend the owner of a Dallas sports team but, poor Mark Cuban. He made the mistake of ignoring political correctness and speaking the truth about race, and now he’s getting hammered.
I would love to place some of these self-righteous, cable-news talking heads on an inner-city street at midnight, alone, and then see how gallant they are when approached by a group of A) teenage, hoodie-clad black guys, or B) teenage, tattooed white skinheads.
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I’m not sure that I believe this guy is really “dead.” I mean, look at him. Plus, his name is an anagram of Rufos Dracule.
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