Obvious Injustice

I was being picked on at the library today. Anyone reading this should take out the world's smallest violin to mark my plight, but the man who lodged his complaint I noticed earlier said nothing to a man sleeping in the library, which is not supposed to be allowed, and which I have been called on numerous times in the past. This just in: he finally woke the man up. About time...guilty white liberal finally does his job. I have no problem with someone with authority being a jerk, but that should be spread out evenly, not allowing for any favorite treatment for anyone, even victims of past injustice.

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