TMR: Saving The White Race, One Idiot Racist At A Time

Some racist white reader's comments can crack me the fuck up:

 My closest black friend, if he was whinging like you, yeah, I would tell him to his face to suck it up. You just blame your major malfunction on being black. The blacks I knew in the service, the blacks I worked with in Atlanta and the few black friends and acquaintances I have here in NorCal don't blame everything on slavery and their oppression.



That said, I am glad I'm not black. I don't need the extra stress. 

Let's see if we can break this down, together, shall we? 

 Howard acknowledges that being black in this environment - in itself - is (in his words) "extra stress". 

But, if Howard's "closest black friend" opened up to him about the "extra stress" - because it came, specifically, from "slavery and their oppression" - Howard would "tell him to his face to suck it up."

And people like Howard are wondering why Phil Robertson, of Duck Dynasty, never heard a word, either. It never occurs to them that, while having a "closest black friend", they're not so close to be considered the type of white people blacks speak openly or honestly to - they're just a bunch of weirdo racists.

 Honest question, Howard:

Considering what you just wrote, do you honestly think your "closest black friend" needs you for a friend?

 I also agree with you that us whites have no idea how much more difficult life is for the black man in America. You seem to be just recently discovering that all of your tea-bagging chickenhawk buddies are really racist nutjobs and now you feel burned just like your ex-wife. Apparently you don't handle rejection well. 

I can tell Howard's not enjoying this process - going for the San Francisco ex-wife burn, like he was there - and, notice, he does that while, at the same time, admitting he seems to be learning something from what I'm doing for him. Is that gratitude or what?

(Money, Howard, the word is money.) 

And, I guess, I'll take this time to remind you I walked away from the Tea Party crowd over Mitt Romney - not the other way around. So, if anybody can't handle rejection, it's Whitey, Inc., of which you are a member.

In any event, if you want everyone everywhere around you to be walking on eggshells 24/7, I suggest you go back to your ex-wife's new-age cult friends where they will be happy to accommodate your sensitive aura. 

See, Howard, now you're getting interesting because you've cracked open the point of this blog - cultism. And you did it all by your lonesome, though (being a racist) you got the power structure backwards, as usual: 

You - the whites - are my "ex-wife's new-age cult friends" demanding "everyone everywhere around you to be walking on eggshells 24/7". And you won't give it up - you're arguing for it right here. You'll even try to pose like you're the injured party. It's pathetic, considering. Especially you, thinking I'd go for it. 

 

You are right. My mistake. I thought you could be treated like a man.

Ooooh. And men don't fight for their rights against you? 

Do you think racist white men even know what that word means? I'm serious. With the value system you've been raised in - that's produced this horror for others - can you call yourselves "Men" as the rest of us understand the term? Based on what? Slavery? Jim Crow? Public lynchings with a picnic basket and the family in tow? All-white, racist juries for hundreds of years, trying your fellow citizens who you now claim shouldn't fight for anything YOU don't agree with? Stolen wealth? C'mon, "Man", lecture me on the integrity you're so sure I lack, for daring to question the likes of you, who the world now looks down upon.

Perhaps your child-like worldview is what makes the visual art you cobble together so raw, original and appealing. 

 Does this guy sound like a former slave owner or what? 

"The negro has a child-like worldview that makes the art he 'cobbles together' raw, original and appealing." 

Jesus Christ, man, you are a walking well of disgusting ideas.

I do have to say, thanks for turning me on to Mingus. Us poor white guys have no clue about real music. I'll always think of you when I listen to The Clown.

Um, that would be my Step-Father, and - if he was still alive - he'd be proud of me and telling you to kiss his black ass:

   Charles Mingus narrates pieces of his own story. Born from a half black/half Swedish father and a half black/half Chinese mother (later having a half black/half Indian step-mother) Mingus tried to be all types of races but found he was a misfit that didn't belong anywhere; so he says he's just a negro. He sums this up stating, "In a society which sends messages that are racists capitalists, and have Judaeo-Christian ethic roots, the transmission of these messages to Black people can lead to socializing of their young with non-complementary values."

John Handy and Sue Mingus describe Charles as individual, volatile, strong, supremely honest, uncompromising, and having a very dynamic personality that ran like the color spectrum; testing people to see how far he could go. Wynton Marsalis describes Charles as never victimized by a style and that he was always relating his music to something human.

Jerome Richardson says Mingus was aware of what was going in regards to race and never backed down from it. John Handy says he did what most others could not, mainly because he was conscious of the race issue.