Holiday Cheese

Today, The Star can't even come up with a cheese X-mas story that relates to Kansas City. They donate prime real estate to this tacky story about the meaning for X-mas and homeless bums that's based in New York, City.

NEW YORK CITY!

And it's not that I object to sentimentality. How else are you supposed to con white women into sex? But let's be realistic and let's keep things focused on this town. Here are a few sentimental holiday moments I've had in KC.

- Drunk driving in Overland Park after an X-mas party. Cop pulls over car full of Black guys instead of me. Thank God for small favors.

- X-mas at the riverboat casinos. I don't win but being broke keeps me from buying holiday hookers.

- As a kid I took part in one of the many toy giveaways that this generous town sponsors. I truly understood "diversity" and the brotherhood of man when I realized that Black kids were not really different that me . . . we all cry, choke and cough when we get punched in the throat. Yeah, when I call dibs on the GI Joes, I mean it.