Written in Ink
Written in Ink

I hate the phrase “I can’t even with this.” It had its moment when people first started using it as a blanket term for their facepalm reactions, but it’s entirely overused and is a lazy replacement for original written thoughts. Having said that, I seriously can’t even with this one.:

62-year-old Clarence Daniels walked into a Walmart a few days ago. I feel bad for him already. But he had a license to carry a concealed weapon and some dude twenty years his junior spotted the thing and decided to be the Great White Hope and save everyone from The Black Menace by promptly tackling him to the ground. He was assisted by two helpful bystanders, who likely had no idea why they were do what they were doing, other than it was white on black and that just felt right to them. Daniels’ repeated shouts of “I have a permit!” were somehow ignored.


Holy gods are we in trouble. We’ve had a black president for nearly eight years and phobia of people who don’t look like they belong on fucking Mayberry Street are still suspect. Off to facepalm now, because even after getting this off my chest here, I still can’t even.

Edit: Should have checked in with Salad Bowl first, since nywoman92 got to this story already. Read hers here.

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