We looked up Nashville on Google today and discovered that it's a city in Tennessee — this knowledge made it easier, of course, to stomach the pseudo-memo printed in the Nashville Scene to New York Times style writer Warren St. John. Apparently Warren and the Scene came to blows over the proverbial race card, which was used in the almighty photo caption ("Warren St. John uses race in the worst kind of way: to make himself look honorable.") for a book review of Warren's Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer. Nothing like little a dose of bitchy southern comfort:

I'm perfectly fine with the fact that it's all about you, Warren. By the time this appears on our website, you'll be pissing on someone else's leg and mentioning the rain. In the final analysis, I should have guessed you couldn't be counted on to talk about race with any dignity. Never once in our repeated conversations did you talk about race with any poignancy, any sense that the real victims of racism aren't liberal white boys from Alabama on a tour to promote a book about football, nor any understanding of the ways in which racism is endemic in college athletics.

Wait, so liberal white boys aren't the real victims of racism? We wish they would have told us before we fucked all of those Vassar guys.
To: Warren St. John [Nashville Scene]