Black arse, fat arse, what arse?

There's been such a frightful brouhaha in the media lately about the ex-caddy of Tiger Woods exclaiming at a caddies' award ceremony that he would haved liked to "stuff the award up TW's black arse".
The uproar that ensued largely concerned the interpretation of the comment, and the underlying attitude, as racist. Well, on the day that even Tiger Woods has come out in public to defend Steve Williams as "certainly not a racist", I feel quite simply that the question is more linguistic and aesthetic than a matter of racism.
The statement was certainly meant as an insult, and an insult requires strong epithets. He might have got away with just saying "stuff the award up TW's arse", but that fails on at least two counts. Firstly, it is weak. Compare "I'm going to smash your face in" with "I'm going to smash your stupid face in." Your interlocutor may not have a "stupid face"(and what, in any case, is a "stupid face" supposed to look like?), and in this respect it is just an - arguably - milder, perhaps more reflective, alternative to a stronger expletive, such as "fucking" or "cunting" or the like.
The same might be said of "black arse". What else could he have employed as a reinforcing adjective: "fat"? TW isn't fat. "Skinny"? Ditto.
So that's the first consideration. As for the second, if he'd simply uttered "I'd have liked to ram the award up his arse," the interlocutor might have been left in doubt about the speaker's sexual predilictions, and the use of a sneering "black" nips any such doubt in the bud.

e-bay constitution

I was watching a documentary on TV about Veit Harlan, the favourite film-maker of the Third Reich. This got me thinking about the way these empires and republics have been listed chronologically in the nations that have done away with their kings and queens. France is now in its "fifth republic", for instance. What is it with the British monarchy? Why does it almost seem to inspire longing (one might even go so far as to say envy), in the denizens of even stauchly republican nations when big royal events come along? For me, it's a bit like the e-bay phenomenon. In the past you threw stuff out, considering it worthless and surplus to requirements. Now you find that stuff you hung on to has a value, invariably deriving from its nostalgia value to others. You feel gratified about not binning it, and bask instead in what its fundamentally worthless essence has accumulated in perceived worth. So it is with the constitional monarchy. Long live the e-bay constitution!

Half-man Half-biscuit

Possibly the greatest band name ever.
Here's another name to call a band, a marker of the times, I invite any budding musos out there to feel free to use it on a first come first served basis (I assert no copyright claim).
And the band name is: "Great kid stupid name".

Well, well...

In this godless age, when so many are keen to embrace atheism, eschewing the healthy doubtfulness of the agnostic, and no moral compass is to be had in such an eschatological vacuum, how ironic that in response to the question "How are you?", people no longer tend to say "I'm well", but "I'm good". How can they know?