Check it out:
"Back in 2001 I had my political awakening to race-card politics duly blogged under the heading “Is This White Woman Racist and Does She Really Fucking Care”. This was in response to the so-called Cincinnati riots. (Here is the local media’s politically correct distortion of the events, and here is the correct assessment.) As I review those early posts I can trace my journey from someone who had absolutely no issues with any race or ethnicity to my present views on racism.
As a pre-teen, I was not a participant in any civil rights movement, wasn’t particularly aware of it, but never had any perception of blacks as inferior. I think what frightened me most, as I remember, was associating poverty with blacks. My mother, born shortly after her parents immigrated from Yugoslavia, was thrust into an orphanage at a young age and her dire tales of want and hardships chilled me as a child, leaving me far more wary of that particular condition, no matter what color skin bore witness to it.
It actually is very hard for me to think in terms of ethnicity. I have never felt need to make claim to my Romanian-Serbian roots nor lament the plight of my gypsy kin in Transylvania. My daddy grabbed his American name from a billboard and proceeded to move himself steadily up the economic ladder.
By the time I was born, he had turned his allotment of rags into riches, and I was, quite frankly, a spoiled little rich girl, without the attendant social status. I felt we had much in common with the Beverly Hillbillies. My dad may have known how to make a buck, but uneducated white men who sold cars for a living didn’t get much respect in the wealthy neighborhood I grew up in. And my dad, an independent cuss, could not have cared less. But there was never a moment in my life that I defined myself, or others, according to blood, skin or lineage.
Black men worked for my father at the dealership. He also hired them to cut our grass and paint our home. There wasn’t a disparaging word uttered by my parents. They were treated like any other contractor that came to the house.
I do have vague memories of the Cincinnati riots in 1966. Those were actual riots. I remember my dad getting the gun out of the safe. In retrospect, our neighborhood was so far from Cincinnati center that the likelihood of anyone driving out to do us rich folks harm was minimal. But he didn’t talk about shooting “niggers”. The word wasn’t in the home and my guess is he would have gotten the gun out no matter what race was having a riot.
But here’s the rub. It isn’t about civil rights anymore. It’s about victimhood. It’s not about equality. It’s about extortion. It’s not about unity. It’s about vengeance and pay back. Obama dresses it up with flourishes of pompous rhetoric and spices it with the incense of mysticism but it’s the same ole same ole race, entitlement and “justice” rhetoric that constituted “dialog” during the riots here in 2001..."
I don't know if I should even link Missy and give her some hits compliments of the field Negroes she writes about ...ahhh fuck it, I will go ahead and link her, maybe she will trackback and get an education. There is more here.
Oh yes, the "victimhood" tag. Seems even the "O" man is playing the "victimhood" role now to get elected. Well sorry Missy, that "victimhood" tag is kind of played out now. It's the lazy white folks way of explaining away the fucked up conditions in A-merry-ca that too many people (black and white) are suffering through. But I am glad your daddy had lots of money so that he could give you a nice home and all the trappings that come with it. Too bad all that money didn't buy your dumb ass a clue. I don't care where your parents came from. They were white right? So yeah, like you, they benefited from their skin color when they came to this bitch. So save your pull yourself up speech for folks who actually believe that bull shit. And I am glad your daddy hired Negroes to work for him. Tell him thanks for me. I am sure all the Negroes he hired would like to thank him too. Oh what would they have done without good white folks like your daddy? But then, good whites folks like your daddy wouldn't have had a country to come to if their ancestors didn't help to build it on the backs of their free labor.
But thanks for your post, I needed it to remind me why I am so angry all the fucking time.
See it's like this: Barack is one of the nice Negroes. Which is kind of ironic because you were attacking him) I am not a nice Negro. I am the kind of Negro that will tell you to go and fuck yourself, and mean every word of it. And you know what? The Negroes that worked for your daddy probably felt that way too.