Underseer, do you check under your bed every night for white supremecists? You kind of remind me of these paranoid people in those old haunted house reality shows where they would tour a "haunted" house at night, and start freaking out about ghosts every time a gust of wind slammed a window closed, or a distant car headlight lit up a room. Tip of the day: There are a lot fewer white supremecists out there than you think there are.
Neither bigfield or myself are white supremecists. In fact, yesterday, I spent the day painting the bathroom of a black, lesbian woman who I consider not just a customer, but a good friend. We have a lot of laughs together. But, I suppose you will pull out that old tired canard that because I say I have a black friend, that probably means I'm racist.