The silence grew as suspicious eyes darted around the small waiting room, for there was another presence, and it was disgusting. Someone had callously expelled flatus through his or her anus. An educated guess was that the gas originated from either Mexican or Korean cuisine. No one dared speak because of the old adage, he who smelt it, dealt it. By this law, everyone was a suspect.
a derogatory term used by black people for a white person or for white people collectively
“When watching a honky dance, look for the open-mouthed overbite and the closed eyes.”
I’ve said it before, and I’m sure I’ll say it a thousand more times, there is not a good racial slur for the white man. It is unfortunate that we must settle for honky. By definition, I, Sung Mo Koo, Korean and not black, cannot technically use the word. I suppose there is cracker, white trash, whitey, redneck, hillbilly, hick, Yank, bumpkin, peckerwood, and other lame jabs, but let’s face it, none of these words have the impact to harm and hurt.
His name was Dirge. His full Christian name was Dirge Dirge. Dirge led a double life, he sucked hard and he was an asshole. As synonymous as this may appear, it is far from the case. In the guise of Dirge, just Dirge, he sucked hard. No matter how, no matter what Dirge did; he was constantly failing.
It was February of 1992. It was a leap year, and anything was possible. “I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred enjoyed the number one spot on Billboard. Ross Perot announced his run for presidency on the Larry King Show. A free newspaper distributed in Chicago called Planet: Stranger Than Fact, Truer Than Fiction introduced Reginald the Cat to an unsuspecting world in Volume II, Issue 4. The following is a reprint reformatted for the digital blog.