people with red noses
Bored with the usual suspects, I spent this late-summer afternoon looking for a new minority group to persecute. I settled on people with red noses.
I don't care if you try to excuse it as a skin condition called "rosacea" or an alcohol-induced capillary explosion known as "gin blossoms"—to me, having a red nose is a character flaw. I once knew a mulletheaded junkie whose honker looked like a red bicycle horn. His personality was so foul and overbearing, you felt as if your brains were being rubbed through a cheese grater just being in the same room with him. A friend of mine accurately dubbed him an "egotard."
The only worthwhile person ever to sport a crimson proboscis was W. C. Fields, and since his movies were in black and white, it hardly counts. But the rest of your ilk are hideous affronts to everything we NORMAL humans hold dear.
Better not let the sun set on you in MY 'hood, Rudolph.
