Racism used to make me angry.
It’s not that I’m cool with it now. Now it makes me sad. It makes me sad the way finding out someone can’t read makes me sad, or discovering that someone is living with a terminal disease makes me sad, because racism is retarded.
Before you go off, I know we’re not supposed to say that word any more, and I’m not looking to be provocative or cast aside political correctness. I mean retarded in the truest sense of the word. Not mentally challenged or stricken with an extra chromosome. I mean retarded according to the classic definition:
I used to play a game with myself a few years ago before every news medium was fully online. I would read USAToday (I know USAToday is like Nickelodeon for news, but like I said, they were one of the few national outlets that put all of their content online). The game was simple: I would guess — based simply on the title of the article — how many people would post in the comment section before someone posted a racist comment. It always happened, invariably. I’ve read shouting matches, threats and even challenges to fights in comment sections. My favorite comment of all time was when a man threatened to go another man’s house, eat asparagus on the way, kick in his door, hold that man’s mother down, open her mouth and — and I quote, (because I will never forget this) “fill her mouth with my hot, frothy, asparagus piss.” And this was just an article about Obamacare. I do love when readers comment in the comment section. I’m even trying to get more people to comment here. However, when I began writing for online entities, I vowed to never get into debates or arguments in comment sections because it never ends well — but sometimes I just can’t help myself.
A few months ago, after returning from covering the Baltimore uprisings, I wrote a hotly-debated piece entitled “Every Argument About Black Lives Matter Broken Down To Its Molecular Bullshit” and reposted it on my personal blog, which requires that I approve all comments. I will usually approve any comment (even one that called me a “fraud and crybaby bitch”) because I am not easily offended, I don’t like censorship and I can objectively consider opinions that oppose mine without thinking the opinion-holder is attacking me personally.
People are still debating and commenting the piece, but a few days ago an approval for this comment popped up in my email. It was easily the most coldy racist thing I had ever laid my eyes on, and I thought about it for days.
The social problems between black and white people exist because they are different creatures. They differ intellectually, physically and temperamentally. These differences result in definable social incompatibility.
All the other races are just exhausted with blacks. The other races are exhausted by the social pathologies, the violence, the high rate of criminal activity, the expense, the endless complaints, the blind racial solidarity,
the bottomless pit of grievances, the excuses, and the reflexive animosity – to name a few.
The white elites explain everything with “racism,” They tell us that we just have to try harder, give more money, more time, more understanding, more programs, and more opportunities for blacks.
Whites do their best to appease the effort and provide money and support because they are taught it’s the right thing to do – but nothing changes.
No matter how much money is spent, no matter how many laws are passed, no matter how many black geniuses are portrayed on TV, and no matter who is president – nothing changes.
Some argue it’s a problem of “culture,” as if culture creates people’s behavior instead of the other way around. Others blame “white privilege.”
Since 1965, when the elites opened America’s doors to the Third World, immigrants from Asia and India who are not white, not rich, and not “connected” have quietly succeeded.
While the children of these people are winning spelling bees and getting top scores on the SAT, the black “youths” are committing half the country’s violent crime, which includes viciously punching random white people on the street
for the sport and the fun of it, crime that has nothing to do with poverty.
Instead of striving to be an honorable and productive people blacks appear to want to destroy America through their oppositional attitudes, dependency, criminality and ongoing cultural dysfunction. And what manner of people totally
neglect every aspect of home ownership from maintenance to landscaping, and allow total degeneration and destruction of their own neighborhoods – blacks, that’s who.
With or without racism, blacks are genetically pre-disposed to behave and live as they do, we’re not going to change that. Unfortunately, those behaviors are incompatible with the modern civilized society of today, and that’s why they
do not fit in anywhere outside of Africa.
It’s not racism, it’s not the color of their skin and it’s not the slave ships hundreds of years ago – it’s blacks. It’s who and what blacks are that is the real problem – and there is nothing we can do to change that.
By forcing us to live and be schooled together serves only to frustrate most blacks. They can’t fit in and can’t keep up with whites or Asians, and that’s when they tend to lash out and drop out.
I’m truly sorry blacks think what happened a long long time ago is the root of all their problems today, but you just can’t keep acting like anyone alive today did it and you’re the person it was done to.
As long as you insist on living in that past your troubles will never end.
There was a time that I cared but I’m sorry, I just don’t give a damn about them anymore.
- Brent Phillips
I wanted to crush him. I wanted to break this down, line by line and present facts and alternate arguments. I wanted to tell him that the concept of “race” isn’t even a real thing but then I realized — he’s retarded. He believes I am genetically and intellectually inferior to himself, so why would I expect him to listen to a rational argument? Mark Twain said, “Never argue with a fool. Onlookers might not be able to tell the difference.” The guy who wrote this comment is not dumb, or mentally challenged, he is retarded. The progression of his rational thinking simply stopped or slowed down around 1868. I understand. It no longer upsets me or makes me angry.
A few months ago rapper B.o.B. rattled Black Twitter by arguing with Neil Degrasse Tyson about whether the earth was flat. It was exasperating watching an acclaimed astrophysicist argue with a rapper about astrophysics. I wanted to grab Neil Degrasse Tyson by the collar and ask him “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re arguing with a rapper!” I had no problem with B.o.B. because I understand that his understanding of planetary structures probably stopped progressing after 9th grade physical science. I actually have an otherwise rational, intelligent friend who believes in the flat earth theory. He has watched numerous YouTube videos on the subject, and came to a conclusion that hasn’t been accepted scientific fact since the early 13th century. His belief that there is a conspiracy to convince people that the world is round is not mean or hateful. It is retarded.
The sad part about all of this is this guy is out in the world with Black co-workers, employees, acquaintances and normal people, harboring these beliefs. It’s like walking into the pilot’s lounge at the airport and finding an empty bottle of Jack Daniels in the trash. Reading a calm rational statement about the intellectual and social inferiority of Black people is exasperating, because I know I’m probably smarter than that guy. I’m almost sure of it, but I don’t say “fuck you” or want to fight, or purchase some asparagus and find his mom’s address because, as Twain said, everyone knows which one of us passersby will think is the fool in that scenario. That’s why I no longer let blatant racism anger me.
That’s also why no one can ever have a meaningful debate about racism.
Because racism is retarded.