On Getting Older and Turning into 'a Racist'

American Thinker ^ | 3/25/2018

[Altura Ct.]

One thing I'm looking forward to as I get older is becoming more "racist." I consider it one of the finer joys of aging. Children are averse to this kind of thing because they have no idea, for instance, that handing a kid named Terrell $150 of your hard-earned money for C.D.s, even though he has a bullet scar on his leg and an affinity for bad hash, might be a bad investment (note: I have personally done this). You have to learn these things the hard way. Putting two and two together over a lifetime has a tendency to make you generalize about people, and if you're intelligent, most of the time you will be right.

At this point, having lived through a series of dangerous and distasteful experiences with lowlifes, I can tell the difference between a good and a bad black man within seconds, and knowing the difference between them has made me safer, richer, and happier in general – something a teenager is unlikely to understand, appreciate, or accept. The way kids are indoctrinated today makes them unlikely to ever appreciate it, and the only thing I can do for a man who places his morals over his judgment is laugh at him. To watch a smug, effeminate, and fully grown white man embrace a lowlife and then ask where his wallet went is comedy of the highest order – funnier than watching drunk people fall off their bicycles or women throwing tantrums in the grocery store.

[Pelham]

Well I lived through it and it wasn’t that easy. Most Americans weren’t in the position to go out and buy acres of land or bars of gold to ride the inflation wave. Wages weren’t keeping up with inflation and any savings you might accumulate were eroding as fast as you gathered them. Mortgage rates were near double digits. Writing off credit card interest was small consolation and only worth something to those who filed the long form.