Saturday, September 24, 2016

Aww, lookie here. Looks like somebody threw away a perfectly good white boy!

I have not published in several years. I have been busy with The Fam.

I am moved to publish because tonight I very much wanted to beat a cracker to death. That's not at all a nice thing to think or say or write but it is the truth.

In my defense, a number of crackers have been asking for it of late. Loudly. Incessantly. In typical cracker fashion they've acted like they haven't earned a beating, what with their White Privilege/Tears/Fragility/Entitlement they should just keep on keeping on.

But they're wrong.

Case in point: While having a drink with my friend we were treated to a voluble and spirited cracker discussion of Mr. Kapernick and his (awesome) protest. One cracker decided to go on a monologue about cornbread and how he "sho 'nuff luuuvs cornbread," while the others did there best impersonations of some race-based memory of Amos 'n Andy.

You see where this is going, right?

I held my tongue. I drank my beer. My friend and I began talking about our deep and sudden desire to be somewhere else. I wanted to say something but what was the use? If you can't silently protest and you can't protest on the street and you can't be the President and say that *maybe* there's a problem... If POTUS isn't supposed to talk about race relations because it makes crackers feel icky then what can you do?

I'm depressed. I'm a POC and I've had enough.

There's no good way to wrap this up. Black Lives Matter.


Peace out, bitches!

1 comment:

savannah said...

Hey! Didn't know you were blogging again. It really is a good vent spot, right?