I can't remember a time when I didn't think that rules were put in place to keep people with no intelligence and few real-world skills in positions where they could exercise arbitrary power over people willing to obey and give them the unearned respect they demanded and still demand by virtue of commanding thugs with guns.
The current asinine haranguing about who is the biggest racist is a little like the asinine attempt of burdening rational people with the concept of hate crimes. To me, in this asinine binary construct I find myself immortally trapped in, this implies that there are also love crimes for which cowering citizens should be subjected to additional correctional punishment and behavioral modification, as well as platonic crimes, esoteric crimes, aesthetic crimes, anesthetic crimes, and other tasks as assigned crimes, which most obedient employees in the nation of miserable fucks (NOMF™) will eventually run afoul of, even without reading my posts.
Let me get this straight.
During the run-up to the 2008 election, Harry Reid acknowledged that the NOMF is a rationally-challenged collection of knuckle-dragging bigots who might go to movies to see Denzel Washington and Wesley Snipes, and they might even find Dennis Rodman entertaining, but they wouldn't let any of these niggers date their daughters, much less fuck them, but given a light-skinned jigaboo light-years more elegant and intelligent than anyone in the Republican leadership or the illiterate shitheads and angry scumbags that are politely referred to as the Republican conservative base, there was a better chance of an openly non-white politician with connections from Chicago taking the White House from a bunch of loony-toon mass debaters than some smart-ass white bitch who tried to cram health care reform up the poop chute of these same dickweeds more than a decade ago and couldn't keep her man from shoving a Cuban cigar up the twat of an Oregonadian intern in the Oval Office while shooting spooge on her little blue dress.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is what writing is all about. Being able to take the language and throttle it, shove a virtual French-tickler encased penis up its ass, and make it scream: STOP! STOP! YOU'RE HURTING ME!
So is Rod Blackgoyabitch blacker than Biraq? Why not? It wasn't really that stupid a thing to say. It was the kind of thing the language allows anyone with a functioning brain to say. Terri Schiavo would never have said anything like that while the Bush administration fought to keep her alive. Am I right? Does it matter?
And morons who draw strength from the early days of their movement when they protested Jar Jar Binks in The Phantom Menace, one of those boring Star Wars films that Joseph Campbell — himself derided as a Nazi and racist for his comparative religion work — thought were so important for keeping the past alive are today attacking racism in James Cameron's Avatar, which also draws on our illustrious American genocidal past. You know what I think about the past? Fuck it.
All this shit about racism and hate and other thought crimes is designed to keep an already under-educated and TDA-infected population supporting whatever bullshit is most profitable at a given moment. Line up and buy yours today, boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen. You better hurry, 'cause it's going fast.
TDA, an incurable and distinctly American disease, is more common than you realize, kind and gentle reader, and there will probably never be a telethon to fund research for a cure. It's called terminal dumb ass for a reason.
You'll have to cure yourself.