OK, I’ll start:
Don’t miss the comments for a VERY honest discussion!
Let’s start with the fact that some “talk . . . about things racial” is privileged and celebrated, whereas other “talk . . . about things racial” is streng verboten.
Also, let’s talk about the fact that liberals are absolutely humorless and vindictive douchebags. (…)
Bite me, Eric Holder, you corrupt thug.
UPDATE: warning — more honesty…
We will never hear the end of this, because these people are obsessed. No real-life experience — for example, mine as a child of classical liberal, somewhat bohemian parents, who made sure I and my sister (who was herself a Native American, adopted, as I was, though I don’t belong to any fashionable minority) associated with all sorts of different kinds of people from all sorts of backgrounds and ethnic groups — matters one whit to Our Betters, because they’re the ones in power, and to them that means they’re doing everything right, they’re thinking the right thoughts, and they know best for everyone.
UPDATE: still even more honesty…
…it seems to be a pretty robust rule that among creole/métis castes, and in places like Brazil or India where something like the racial blender actually operates, people are vastly more conscious of invidious distinctions of hue than they are in merely multicultural societies.
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In my high school in the mid 80’s there was a guy named Gerry who was as white as snow. He caught the black wave to mainstream early, listened to Rap, tried to play basketball, hanging with any black kids who tolerated him.
He started to wear a big floppy hat to hide his hair, always had a tan, walked around with permanently flaired nostrils and pouted lips. He even tried a black American accent cloaked in a stoner’s drawl.
People laughed behind his back, yet by the early 90’s, there were tens of thousands of little Gerry’s wandering suburban North America. You’ve seen them, and they are white.
Har:
Seriously, you think that each and every one of us who are hopeful about Obama are that stupid?
Ummm, most of you, yes, frankly.
He doesn’t need to put on a mask to speak to people as they prefer to be spoken to…
You mean in platitudes wrapped in bromides and topped with meaningless sauce? I’d prefer some actual meaning and demonstration of intent, but if you prefer comforting nonsense, who am I to argue?
