One of the things that black intellectuals are called up to do is to occasionally come up with a new way to justify the non-accomplishment of anything significant by black people. This is especially important whenever a major change happens in the black "community".
In the 1920s, black life changed completely when the new diesel-driven cotton-harvesting machines became cheaper to use than the manual-labor hand-picking of cotton previously done by blacks, as either slaves or sharecroppers. Blacks were free to leave the plantations. But there was no change in black achievements.
So the black intellectuals invented a new term called "racism" (a word trick combination of "socialism" and "race") to explain it away. Because this new term had no precise definition, and because any black "leader" could just shout it in the air as a justification of example of black ineptitude, it became quite popular in common usage.
Even though it doesn't mean anything specific.
This clown, this Mr. Jamelle Bouie, this wise-just-by-being-black Slate contributor, is simply throwing a lot of tired old black clichés in the air. This fool can't even put together a coherent paragraph. All I can get as a result of slogging through his demented well-pickled prose is that he is basically upset that he and his "comrades" are going to lose the seat in the money tree that they have been lounging in for the past ten years or so.
So this putz can call me "racist" from here til kingdom come. And this accusation of some great defect in my moral character doesn't mean anything to me any more, or to anyone else but the pathetic social-justice-warriors.
So, go ahead, Bozo, call me (and all of us reading this) "racist" because I say true things about stupid black people, "sexist" because I say true things about stupid women , "hexist" because I mock base-16 users, "texist" because I think texting is stupid,...
Whatever. I don't care. You don't get to make up words anymore.
One of the things that black intellectuals are called up to do is to occasionally come up with a new way to justify the non-accomplishment of anything significant by black people. This is especially important whenever a major change happens in the black "community".
In the 1920s, black life changed completely when the new diesel-driven cotton-harvesting machines became cheaper to use than the manual-labor hand-picking of cotton previously done by blacks, as either slaves or sharecroppers. Blacks were free to leave the plantations. But there was no change in black achievements.
So the black intellectuals invented a new term called "racism" (a word trick combination of "socialism" and "race") to explain it away. Because this new term had no precise definition, and because any black "leader" could just shout it in the air as a justification of example of black ineptitude, it became quite popular in common usage.
Even though it doesn't mean anything specific.
This clown, this Mr. Jamelle Bouie, this wise-just-by-being-black Slate contributor, is simply throwing a lot of tired old black clichés in the air. This fool can't even put together a coherent paragraph. All I can get as a result of slogging through his demented well-pickled prose is that he is basically upset that he and his "comrades" are going to lose the seat in the money tree that they have been lounging in for the past ten years or so.
So this putz can call me "racist" from here til kingdom come. And this accusation of some great defect in my moral character doesn't mean anything to me any more, or to anyone else but the pathetic social-justice-warriors.
So, go ahead, Bozo, call me (and all of us reading this) "racist" because I say true things about stupid black people, "sexist" because I say true things about stupid women , "hexist" because I mock base-16 users, "texist" because I think texting is stupid,...
Whatever. I don't care. You don't get to make up words anymore.