“Only woke Karen’s talk like that - those who have been brainwashed w/o realizing it happened - kids in the 50s had more sense and coping skills”
Coping just fine. It hasn’t ruined my day, and I’m not fleeing to a safe place.
But you can’t tell me not to be offended, or order me to forgive this shmuck. Life goes on. I just no longer like Kanye West, same way I didn’t like the blacks in Crown Heights who would shout “Heil Hitler” at me as I walked down the street, or gratuitously accused me of “cheating” when left alone in the fruit stand where I briefly worked, and when left alone, made a feeble attempt at operating the unfamiliar cash register, because here was a customer wanting to buy something small. Coping, sure. But part of coping would be to walk up to big shot rap star Ye and say “GFYS. Here I am. Go ‘death con 3 on me,’ you and me and not one of your paid goons, you POS.” I may be in my sixties, but I’m no “woke Karen,” thank you very much.
“I may be in my sixties, but I’m no “woke Karen,” thank you very much.”
Your rant says different...