http://www.unz.com/isteve/the-worlds-most-important-graph/
Is that correct? 4 BILLION?
http://whitefragility.bpt.me/
No fragility in talking about racism here: The NAACP is a racist organization, the Congressional Black Caucus is a racist organization, and Black Lives Matter is a VERY racist organization.
So I’ll keep my money, thanks.
In other words, why you shouldn’t fight back against racist slander and leftist demands to accept slavery status.
The bitch running this thing is pure evil.
When they say “sell out”, how many people are they talking about?
10 or 500?
Let me guess, if you argue with any claims, no matter how outrageous, that’s a symptom. If you shut up and don’t argue, that’s a symptom. I bet if you agree, that’s some sort of co-opting maneuver that is also a symptom, and in fact, there is no correct response to accusations of racism except abject apology followed by suicide.
If “racism” has been reduced to a single attribute of skin “color” along a one dimensional brightness axis, there’s nothing to discuss. Everyone is neither black nor white.
Schlockmeister extraordinaire! PT Barnum was right.
Uh huh. I need to part with 60 buckadingdongs to learn how to apologize for something I never did. I’ll pass, thanks.
So we’re supposed to develop “a high emotional tolerance for discussing racism,” but we’re not allowed to use that two-syllable word that America’s indigenous urban people call each other fifteen times a minute?
The course needed nowadays is White Appreciation 101. Does not the entire world benefit from white folk inventions & accomplishments? Who discovered almost all cures for disease? Invented cars, planes, trains, computers, submarines, radios, wireless tech, printing press, rocket ships, and on and on? How about a ‘thank you’?
Does that include Hispanics?
I'm retired now so I don't know how much affirmative action hiring and promotion based on race is going on now days. Has it switched to gayness?
Anyway, this is how white people discussed racism in corporations in the past:
Who got the promotion?
Oh, that's what I thought.
http://www.unz.com/isteve/the-worlds-most-important-graph/
Is that correct? 4 BILLION?
I go along with Popeye:
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man, I’m Popeye the Sailor Man, I yam what’s I yam, And that’s all what’s I am, I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man, I’m Popeye the Sailor Man, I’m strong to the finich, ‘Cause I eats me spinach, I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
I’m one tough gazookus, Which hates all palookas, What ain’ts on the up and square, I biffs ‘em and buffs ‘em, An’ always out-roughs ‘em, An’ none of ‘em gets no-where
If anyone dares to risk my “fisk”, It’s “boff” an’ it’s “wham”, Un’erstan’, So keep “good behavor”, That’s your one life saver, With Popeye the Sailor Man
White Fragility: Andrew Jackson
When the 1828 election rolled around, a lot of people were terrified when they heard Andrew “Old Hickory” Jackson was running. If you’re wondering how a guy we’re calling a bad ass got such a lame nickname, it’s because he used to carry a hickory cane around and beat people senseless with it, and if you’re wondering why he did that, it’s because he was a fucking lunatic.
Former Democratic Senator and Secretary of the Treasurey Albert Gallatin feared a Jackson presidency because of his “habitual disregard of laws and constitutional provisions.” Or in other words, the man was a loose canon—17th Century Washigton’s answer to Martin Riggs. Sure, he probably didn’t have an irate black lieutenant to answer to, or a weary partner who was too old for this shit, but he most certainly had a death wish.
How do we know? Well, despite everyone’s best efforts, Jackson was elected to the top office, and when he wasn’t busy shaping the Presidency as we know it today, you could find him out back dueling. In case you haven’t been to the 18th century lately, this unmanly sounding activity actually involves standing across from an armed man and shooting at him while he in turn shoots at you. The number of duels that Jackson took part in varies depending on what source you consult; some say 13, while others rank the number somewhere in the 100’s, both of which are entirely too many times for a reasonable human being to stand in front of someone who is trying to kill them with a loaded gun.
On one occasion, he challenged a man named Charles Dickinson to a duel, (the reason behind it wasn’t important, not to us and certainly not to Jackson), and Jackson was even kind enough to give Dickinson the first shot. We’re gonna go ahead and repeat that: In a duel with pistols, Jackson politely volunteers to be shot at first. Dickinson happily obliged and shot Jackson, who proceeded to shake it off like it was a bee sting. When Jackson returned the favor, Dickinson was not so lucky, and that’s why his face isn’t on the twenty. The bullet, by the by, remained in Jackson’s body for 19 years because, we assume, Jackson knew that time spent removing the bullets would just fall under the general category of “time not dueling,” Jackson’s least favorite category.
Checking Teddy Roosevelt’s resume is like reading a How-To guide on ass-kicking manliness. He was a cattle rancher, a deputy sheriff, an explorer, a police commissioner, the assistant Secretary of the Navy, the governor of New York, and a war hero. Out of all of his jobs, hobbies and passions, Roosevelt always had a special spot in his heart for unadulterated violence. In 1898, Roosevelt formed the first U.S. Volunteer Cavalry Regiment, known as the Rough Riders. Most people already know of the Rough Riders and their historic charge up San Juan Hill, but few know that, since their horses had to be left behind, the Riders made this charge entirely on foot. You just could not stop this man from violencing the hell out of a San Juan Hill.
Teddy Roosevelt, a split second before spitting in the invisible face of death, and pimp slapping it with his tiny neck-hand.
And don’t think that Roosevelt lost his obsession with violence when he became president, or he might just come back from the dead and murder you, (and how do you kill a Teddy Roosevelt that’s already dead!?!). He strolled through the White House with a pistol on his person at all times, though, with his black belt in jujitsu and his history as a champion boxer, it wasn’t like he really needed it.
It wasn’t just his war record or the fact that he knew several different ways to kill you that made Roosevelt such a badass. It wasn’t even the fact that he kept a bear and a lion at the White House as pets, (though that certainly helps). Teddy Roosevelt was a badass of the people. Roosevelt received letters from army cavalrymen complaining about having to ride 25 miles a day for training and, in response, Teddy rode horseback for 100 miles, from sunrise to sunset, at 51 years old, effectively rescinding anyone’s right to complain about anything, ever again.
Good grief! Grow a pair
Please send checks to Free Republic in care of Rooster Redux.
And hurry.
Feeling very fragile.
Better title: How to keep them on the guilt trip longer
The most Vile, Bigoted, Hateful, and RACIST PEOPLE I have ever met were Black, Brown, or Members of Hollywood.
No Problems Here!!