Upper-Middle-Class Caucasians love their slogans. Boy oh boy do they love their slogans. Especially ones written on walls in random places.
Much like pissy notes on car windshields, a phenomenon as inextricably linked with Seattle as winter rain, scrawled slogans don’t require the person throwing the hissy fit to be physically present. While directing their anger toward another person or group, it allows him/her to remain anonymous, thus completely avoiding any repercussions for their display of anger.
Good God, could any one thing be more perfect for Seattle?
Probably not.
And so, it comes as little surprise that our
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