Thursday, September 26, 2013

The Internment Of U.S. Japanese & Idaho's Highway 12



The past can even sneak up on us driving by,...

3 comments:

  1. You know what's funny? Germans were interred during WWII as well. Yep, lily white people. Gathered up and shipped to "camps".

    So were Italians.

    You know something else? German-Americans are the only group that hasn't received an apology and reparations. Yep, the whitest group.

    Just something to think about--in light of your use of the "racism" tag.

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  2. Cody, I met you crowing about wanting to shoot blacks. Figure it out.

    Until you can actually seem like you give a fuck about anybody else, and don't come at me trying to score points playing White Man's Gotcha, you sound like a clown. And, with a gun, a dangerous one.

    Really - you've read too much Saul Alinsky without absorbing what's wrong with that approach,...

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  3. Crack, I wasn't crowing about wanting to shoot blacks. That's the second time in a week you've said that. The first time I ignored it.

    I was responding to the story about the kids who beat the old WWII vet to death. I said I'd have welcomed the chance to defend the old man. Yes, that means I'd shoot his attackers if I needed to. Black, white, whatever. Not my first choice, but certainly a choice.

    It's also interesting that--of all the people in that comment thread who made similar statements, I'm the only one you've ever bothered to attack for it. I wonder if it's because I'm the only person from that group that actually bothers to try and converse with you?

    I don't know what you mean with the "White Man's Gotcha" thing. I was trying to have a conversation--and figured maybe you didn't know German-Americans were treated the same way Japanese-Americans were.

    Whatever, man. If you'd rather I didn't give a crap about you like all the rest of the people who were supposed to be your friends, just actually say so--stop pussyfooting around it.

    Oh--you've known me a while. I changed my blog name. It's not hard to figure it out. You can even visit a place where it was discussed at some length. Not that you care, I'm sure, as it would destroy a beautiful part of your narrative.


    Heh. How long until the red bird of happiness shows up to make some cute little comment, I wonder?

    You notice about the only time he pops his beak up is to take a shit on my back? I find it funnier than fuck.

    And I hope he kisses you before he fucks you again. Because you know he will.

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