Let’s see. Who haven’t I yet pissed off today?
Oh, I know! As I’m a “teabagger” — and therefore a racist, QED — let me say this: very very very white progressives, mostly the kind with advanced degrees in the humanities, or training in leftwing activist journalism or Keynesian economics, provide the intellectual cover for contemporary slavery, which takes the form not of whips and chains and fugitive slave acts, but rather is created with political calculation to form an economic plantation onto which pet minorities are forever herded, kept, fed, subsidized, and dumbed down, with no recourse to escaping failing schools, into permanent clients of the welfare state-Democrat Party vote exchange system.
And erstwhile “civil rights leaders” — Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, black “intellectuals” who preach socialism, critical race theory, or black liberation theology — have become the new House slaves, keeping the field slaves in line while growing fat and content off the scraps from master’s table.
All of them lay claim to nobility. And all of them are wretched frauds who, deep inside, know they are wretched frauds, and so rely on the fraternity of wretched frauds to redefine their wretched fraudulence as compassion and nobility, as virtue.
But just because you call a turd a rose doesn’t mean we smell sweet flowers when you hand us a shit bouquet.