It’s official, I’m a racist. I couldn’t care less that I’m a racist, but I figured I’d declare it just for fun. I’m not going to go join a group, some random non-gay-centric version of conversion therapy leftists would approve of to purge myself of these feelings of hatred, disgust, superiority, and everything else we racists feel toward people we despise based on irrelevant characteristics. No, I don’t think I need professional help for this one. To the extent that my racism bothers me…actually, who am I kidding? My racism doesn’t bother me at all. See, the people I’m racist towards are white liberals.
You’ve seen these people, usually holding a cup of coffee, oftentimes driving some kind of hybrid, regularly whining about the border, and always obsessed with skin color. They are the people for whom saying a minority group is not enough, they have to take it to the “especially” level, as in when they whine about something being horribly discriminatory against, say, trans people. They live to say, “The economic downturn is hitting the trans community very hard, ESPECIALLY trans women of color,” or some such thing.
I hate them.
They write books about how everyone is racist unless they buy their books, and the pathetic part is there are a lot of white liberals out there happy to comply. If I had known there was billions of dollars in telling white liberals how awful they are, only to get the money you had to run it through the lens of skin color, I would’ve happily been a pioneer in that field. I’ve been pointing out how awful they are for the terrible policies they want to advance and their hatred of this country and its values. I could’ve easily tossed in a “You’re white, therefore you’re responsible for anything and everything bad any white person might have done at any point in time” every once in a while if I’d known it would lead to a big, fat payday.
I’ve called them stupid because they’re stupid, but I had no idea just how much they hated themselves. It just makes them hate them all the more.
So what set me off? What was my a-woke-ening? It’s been brewing over time; I actively ignore the garbage social justice recommendations Apple and Netflix always offer up when I’m looking for something to watch, specifically refusing to consider them because I don’t want to be preached to by leftists about anything. That probably makes me a racist too, I just can’t bring myself to care anymore.
I watched this video from the Washington Post and some victimhood subsidiary they’ve created called “The Lily.” There’s apparently some history to the name, I just don’t care enough to convey it. The brain trusts tapping the world’s richest man’s change dish have decided the world isn’t talking enough about race. Why? Because when your budget is a rounding error on the shampoo cost of a bald billionaire, why not?
There’s currency in victimhood on the left; it’s an aspired to status. For there to be a victim, there must first be a perp. The Post found themselves some perps – a few white women, allegedly therapists of some sort or another, to whine about how evil white people are, and how racist. Considering Democrats control the areas of the country with high percentages of black voters, I have to assume these white liberals are talking about those Democrats and the systems they’ve created over generations as the “systemic” problems liberals rail against.
I agree with white liberals – white liberals are racists. And since I do not like racists, I do not like white liberals. With that dislike being based, at least in part, on the color of their skin, I am a racist against white liberals.
How will I live with my shame? Pretty easily, actually. I don’t give a damn about what liberals say, white or otherwise. I spread my disgust evenly, wherever needed. I have as much contempt for a guttersnipe like Nicole Wallace as I do for a race-baiting pile of human garbage like Joy Reid. The difference between Don Lemon and Lawrence O’Donnell is the difference between Wonder Bread and Wonder Bread – six of one, half a dozen of your mother…
I hold them all in contempt, equally. But this week, I have a special place of disdain in my heart for white liberals. Go jump in a lake, or take a long walk off a short pier. Maybe one of the piers at the all white beach club Democrats Senator Sheldon Whitehouse has been a member of for decades, where his wife is one of the decision-makers.
Told you, white liberals are the absolute worst.
Derek Hunter is the host of a free daily podcast (subscribe!), host of a daily radio show on WCBM in Maryland, and author of the book, Outrage, INC., which exposes how liberals use fear and hatred to manipulate the masses. Follow him on Twitter at @DerekAHunter.