The irony never ends, it just keeps on going. I remember a black gal yelling at Mexicans at a churches chicken ( on Martin Luther kings birthday no less) telling them only black folks know how too cook fried chicken complaining about the service. I am not kidding, either. And meanwhile, in a all white suburb of Denver, some urban white chick complained about public schools serving fried chicken as a tribute to Martin Luther King was racist somehow. Ironic, as I later learned, fried chicken actually WAS MLK's favorite food. And so it goes. The irony never ends.