Will Not Be Missed

How do these assholes manage to live this long? Isn't the horror of their souls supposed to eat them like the cancers they are on the body politic? Above contemplations in response to the death of Nixon AgSec Earl Butz. (Heh-heh, he said "Butz.") From the regional fishwrapper (Now, by the way, owned by some real estate mogul rather than the Tribune Corp.):

He was forced to resign his Cabinet post in October 1976 after telling an obscene joke that was derogatory to blacks. The slur was overheard by John Dean, Nixon's former counsel who was jailed in the Watergate scandal, and Dean's report on it was published in Rolling Stone magazine.

And, especially for those of you too young to remember, here's the obscene joke that Sec. Butz told & the L. A. Times was too chicken to repeat. (We can't remember if "nigger" was used but the set up was that the only things African-American men were interested in were):

"Loose shoes, tight pussy & a warm place to shit."

Just loverly, innit? What exactly made Sec. Butz think that most Euro-American males weren't interested in the very same things? (Apparently wymyn weren't even on the Secretary's radar.) We know, as a currently homeless person, that a warm (& private) place to shit is paramount to our well-being. And nobody likes tight shoes. As a mentally ill person, our medication has removed our libido (just as well, really) so we can't comment on the other interest.