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Wild Cougar
wild-cougar

Fairness was measured by what maintained white innocence. The psychic and social health of society was always secondary.

... Oh, I never answered the question: you wish you WERE kidding. It’s subjunctive, you’re not actually kidding so it’s counterfactual.

“I wish I were. (Or is it “I wish I was”? I’ve never quite known.)”

Racial/sexual anxiety tied to cuckoldry goes way back. It’s basically the plot of Othello.

Unrelated, but holy shit, that lede image. One dude in budget Call of Duty cosplay, a couple of dudes cosplaying the Village People, a handful of grandmas in gas station sunglasses, one dude wearing the safety goggles he stole from work, and one dude nervous his racial superiority protest might make him miss his tee

A touch? the only bid a white person can do on me.. is how many punches will it take to knock that ass out?

A lot of white people got exactly the wrong message from Get Out.

We already have everything dipshit. All anyone is asking for is the same opportunity to not be fucked with constantly that you or I have. You don’t notice white privilege the same way fish don’t notice water.

A few things

1. Its interesting how this conversation dovetails with class based suspicion in black spaces as if somehow a modicum of class privilege (education or a bit of money) somehow made you less tolerant of clear nonsense (not to say that religion is nonsense but telling folks to take the bible literally is in

Keep “we” out your mouth and stop lying to yourself in order to justify why white people can’t police white people shit.

Turns out when you demonize, castigate & no-platform people on the basis of their white skin color, some eventually get upset.

I try to tell myself I’m not 30 pounds overweight when I see a picture of me. That’s not true either. Dude went to a big racist block party and people saw you. Where’s the white pride now?

ily for this.

Every time I see this one I holla out loud “You can’t never visit my house, never ever ever ever. I work to hard for this lil money to have you eating me out of couch.”

Huh, could be that this one has a caveat, then: It’s Milwaukee white people who most likely don’t say it.

I still employ the slang of my childhood: groovy, bitchin’ and boss, mostly.