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Trayvon wears his war wounds like a crown... Oh, wait - he's dead.
Unfortunately he was shot by a Jew, and justice is going to be decided by a bunch of fat white men. Even if those "fat white men" are female, black, or Spanish - they're still fat white men. They like the salary, the benefits, the robes, and the pension.
Money = justice. No money? No justice. I've got Louis Armstrong singing in my ear... What the hell...
It took 20 years and a shitty Robin Williams movie before anyone else understood what this song meant. Mr. A got it right from the get-go, though. This is - perhaps - the most honestly sarcastic performance in modern music. This is a man disgusted, a man in pain.
And nothing has changed in over forty fucking years.
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