Monday, January 23, 2006,
I've heard the gentle rumblings of racism. And I'm here to set the record straight.
True, I segregate my clothes, whites and colors, before I wash them; but the soap I use on colors (especially blacks) is far more expensive than the soap I use on whites. Granted, I put stuff in my white loads to make them whiter but not in my color loads to make them more colored - so I guess one neither helps nor hurts my cause.
True, I prefer to be white when playing chess, whitey goes first.
True, I put white cream in my black coffee to make it less black.
True, I wash my white car frequently to keep it white, free of colored dirt.
But these facts have nothing to do with my view of mankind. I truly dislike - with visceral disdain - the French; but the French aren't a race, so I can hate them with impunity.
I truly dislike Muslims, but, again, they are not a race. So screw Muslims.
As for "people of color", why would I discriminate? Without people of color, I would have no BET to enjoy; I would have no Reverend Farrakhan for entertainment. Without Ray Nagin, Katrina wouldn't be nearly so catastrophic. Yes, it is unfortunate people died and lost everything, but to hear Nagin say thousands of blacks died and that Whitey blew up the levee - it's so much more devastating.
At the end of the day, it is mankind in general - not "people of color” - whom I really dislike. Whether white or black or yellow or red; you are worthless till proven otherwise. If you are French or, dare I say it, French-Muslim, I really do dislike you with great zeal, no personal introductions are necessary.
And, for the record, “homophobia” is a fear of homosexuals. I have no fear of them just as I have no fear of the French – I just dislike both. Or are the same?
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Friday, January 20, 2006,
I’m becoming a devoted fan of the BET – the Black Entertainment Network. First, they nominate Lious Farrakhan as their “2005 Person of the Year” and now this.
Yes, Whitey, YOU blew up the levees to flood New Orleans, and now YOU are destroying the environment such that people of color are being harmed - but only people of color.
Some of my favorite excerpts:
“When you look at the trends and put them all together, it’s undisputable that the sea levels are rising,” says Ansje Miller, director of the Environmental Justice and Climate Change Initiative (EJCC). “
Undisputable! So if you dispute, you are an idiot and wrong. And who made the statement, a famous climatologist, an expert on oceanography? Nope! Ansje is a white-guilt environmental activist whose education is in English and economics. A true authority in the fields of climatology and hard sciences – not so much.
"Environmentalists blame the fierce new storms on global warming”
I blame the fierce new storms on the French and Islam – and we (me and environmentalists) possess equivalent foundational data – we each say it is so.
“Relatively, Blacks are environmental Good Samaritans. Per capita, we emit approximately 20 percent less carbon dioxide than Whites”
Well, um, how…wait, OK, what?
I’d love to talk with this Ansje Miller tard. She claims global warming was to blame for Katrina’s devastation – and, by proxy, Katrina was a racist. Katrina strolled ashore as a Cat 3 store, hardly the strongest in history. Ms Miller, English degree and all, insists global warming is the cause of Katrina’s devastation and that Katrina impacted blacks more than whites. If you fail to notice that more whites, per capita, died as a result of Katrina – AND you ignore the NOAA (our hurricane experts, some with degrees higher than a BA in English), the argument is somewhat persuasive.
And thus the modern-day news paradigm: determine agenda, assert position, ignore all dissenting data, shout loud enough and long enough and people will believe. When your assert fails, blame whitey and those damned corporations, or simply refuse to accept. Case in point:
Determine agenda:
Whitey uses the weather and his polluting SUV to hurt people of color.
Assert position:
Katrina was caused by global warming and blacks suffered more than whites though they contributed less to the root cause. Anyone who isn’t an environmentalist is a racist.
Ignore all dissenting data:
“Hurricanes do not predate mankind. Science has proven that whitey causes global warming. The NOAA is a bunch a’ whitey’s boys, lying to protect The Man. Ocean levels are too rising and Kyoto would’a saved us all, as it did the rest of the world.”
Shout loud enough and long enough and people will believe you:
"Whitey blew up the levy! Global warming will kill us all!"
When assertion proven false, ignore:
“Whitey blew up the levy! Whitey causes hurricanes to kill people of color!”
The BET is definitely playing with the big dawgs now. I would say, limited knowledge that I possess, the BET is right up there with CNN, BBC, and Al Jazeera at objectively reporting the facts. Mad props, yo. Down with Whitey!
Wednesday, January 18, 2006,
Because php is a tool of The Man, designed to keep me down, you must click on this link to see the article.
Down with Whitey!
Tuesday, January 17, 2006,
FORT WORTH, Texas, Jan. 16 (UPI) -- A man who went AWOL from the U.S. Marines after learning of the My Lai massacre is behind bars in Texas.
Ernest McQueen dropped out of high school to join the Marines in January 1968. He walked away from Camp Lejeune in North Carolina in November 1969.
"I just decided I didn't want to be a part of killing anybody," McQueen told the Fort Worth Star-Telegram. "That's about as plain as I can say it."
Fort Worth police picked up McQueen last week after receiving information from the Marine Corps Absentee Collection Center that he was living there with his girlfriend. The Marines apparently received a tip from one of McQueen's relatives.
McQueen, who enlisted as Ernest Johnson Jr., the name given by his biological father, reverted to his mother's name, which he had used in high school, when he deserted. He lived in several states, worked as a carpenter, married twice and had two children.
He is in jail in Fort Worth and will probably be transferred to the brig at Camp Lejeune.
As a general rule, you don't move to France to learn about persona hygiene, you don't major in mathematics because you like PE, you don't drive a German car because you like hauling lots of stuff, and you don't join my beloved Marine Corps because you don't want to "be a part of killing anybody."
In simplest terms, there is no other part of the Corps. We kill people and blow things up, it is our mission, it is our purpose in life and it will still be the Corps' mission long after we are gone.
Earnest. Typical. Sounds French-Muslim to me.
I bet this fag voted for Kerry too.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006,
I’m torn. After a week of corporate meetings, unemployment is looking rather inviting; and there’s always the food service or house-keeping industries. I’ve come to the conclusion that I am not Dilbert; I am that little guy sitting next to Dilbert who never speaks and always dies in an unfortunate office disaster.
So, while having lunch today, a friend reminded me of the military leadership paradigm: resources are allocated by inverse rank – lowest rank goes first and highest rank last. If the CO arranges for too little chow, the CO pays the price by not eating. This is an effective leadership style as it assured the lower ranks of the "team" concept - "you suffer, we suffer." Contrast this with corporate America: highest rank goes first through the line and the crumbles that remain are distributed to VPs and chiefs. If anything still remains, it is pounded to oblivion and the faint dust of value and “teamwork” is spread evenly over the peons. as i said last week, somehow my part of the team wins less often than the leadership part of my team.
Perhaps this is why I can list several Marines with whom I served for whom I would have taken a bullet – and why the same is not true of my current employer. I know, without question, there were Marines who would put themselves in harms way for me – and a few who did on many occasions; and I know without question there are execs in my company that would, in a split-second, sacrifice me on the alter of “just $1 more!”
I am a bent spoke on the wheel, a faulty cog on the gear; I am unserviceable and in need of new challenges. Now I must find my true calling, what shall I do with my life? Ideas?
Also, since the wussy UN is unwilling to refer Iran to the Security Council and Islamic terrorism (I know the term is somewhat redundant, I’m being PC – it’s the new PC me) is ever moving towards US shores, here are a few Arabic terms you wussy Democrats and Frenchmen should commit to memory, they may serve you well in the coming years.
FEKR GABUL GARDAN DAVAT PAEH GUSH DIVAR.
I am delighted to accept your kind invitation to lie down on the floor with my arms above my head and my legs apart.
SHOMAEH FEKR TAMOMEH OEH GOFTEH BANDE.
I agree with everything you have ever said or thought in your life.
AUTO ARRAREGH DAVATEMAN MANO SEPAHEH-HAST.
It is exceptionally kind of you to allow me to travel in the trunk of your car.
FASHAL-EH TUPEHMAN NA DEGAT MANO GOFTAM CHEESHAYEH MOHEMARA JEBEHKESHVAREHMAN.
If you will do me the kindness of not harming my genital appendages I will gladly reciprocate by betraying my country in public.
BALLI, BALLI, BALLI!
Whatever you say!
MATERNIER GHERMEZ AHLIEH, GHORBAN.
The red blindfold would be lovely, Excellency.
TIKEH NUNEH BA OB KHRELLEH BEZORG VA KHRUBE BOYAST INO BEGERAM.
The water-soaked bread crumbs are delicious, thank you. I must have the recipe.
And, to that end, here is something, when the invasion begins; I expect to hear with great regularity.
AKBAR KHALI-KILI HAFTIR LOFTAN.
Thank you for showing me your marvelous gun.
And finally, at the “If you build it, they will come” Chinese buffet today, I had to take a picture of the Jell-O mold; it was as perfectly symmetric as the pyramids and much more fun to play with.
Also, my fortune cookie said, “Someone is interested in you. Keep your eyes open.” I can take the cookie’s advice as is, or can translate it as West Point taught me to do: “Someone is interested in you in bed. Keep your eyes open in bed.” That is a whole other kind a’ interesting.
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