She’s just another insane lib off her meds, but, as far as I’m concerned, she’s right: I’ve reached the point where “I don’t care about black people.” I’m sick & tired of paying for their free lunch EBT cards, BLM protests, riots, looting, drug dealing, knock-out games, pants around their knees and other tribal antics. I could care less about em. I was never that way before until their blessed messiah told me I was a racist just because I was born white. IF they don’t like it here, maybe they should immigrate to Zimbabwe. Now, there’s a country where they could really make a difference.
“I’ve reached the point where “I don’t care about black people.””
Besides the few decent Black friends I have who are just as appalled at this confluence of despicable behavior as I am, I too am done with caring about them.
And I think that all of this latest batch of nonsense and protesting, being called out for what it is by President Trump, may well drive the final nail in the Black’s coffin as they relate to the rest of us. Eight years of Obama have so poisoned the well, that it is now unrecoverable.