You would think that it would be difficult for a fella like me, an old white guy, to make his way around the world with all these old angry white guys yelling at everybody.

There are way too many white guys who wish they were Charles Bronson teaching young "thugs" a lesson in a parking garage.

I live in Midtown Atlanta, which should be a hostile environment for a guy like me, thanks to these bozos.

But it just isn't so. I'm a distinct minority here, but I'm given open arms and respecte everywhere. Much more than people in my demographic are willing to confer when the roles are reversed.

I encounter none of the hostility that I sometimes feel I should, again, thanks to these bozos.

The same was true for me when I lived in Chicago,. It has been true for me all my life. It's not an Atlanta thing.

All of the mayhem of the so-called divide in America is created by these angry white men. All of it. Full stop.

And, as that old white guy, I don't even understand what they're so angry about. I've never understood it. It has always felt like a mental disease of some kind to me.