SomaCow 337: Shooting

Originally posted at SomaCow.com

In this episode, we discussed The Magic being drubbed, Ross’s bet with Felix of Prime Time Geek, the Holocaust Museum attack, and much, much more.

I want to take a moment here to address a topic that irritates me. So I will.
White Supremacy.

My whole life, I have been bumping into people that carry an extra wide chip on their shoulder regarding “White People”, and their supposed right to rule based on genetic superiority.

I’ve dealt with fat, dough-soft skinheads in school, lazily tossing up their hand and wearing shiny boots while misspelling German slogans against other races.

I’ve dealt with chinless, bird-eyed sunken-chested rednecks with bad mustaches, cavorting in sheets at night while their enormowives poison the children with McDonald’s and misinformation home school.

I’ve dealt with smug, bloodshot-eyed coffee stained infarction-awaiting beefobosses, feet crisscrossed on their desk, chewing a cigar like it was a Mannschaft, deriding minorities for their sloven laziness.

All these failtypes, hating, pushing down, fearing, cursing, attacking, loathing, and besmearing other races, based on the fact that white is RIGHT, and anything that isn’t should be shunned, removed, enslaved, deported, disenfranchised, dissolved, or even killed.

I have sad news for these folk.
White people are genetically weak. The genes that you relish, blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin? They are all recessive, and nature works hard each day to weed you out. If not for social intervention, the gross (and I mean gross) majority of white people would be gone already.

And there is nothing you can do about it. You will be a cute rarity one day, like an albino.

If you really take pride in your race, a thing over which you had no control in developing, you have very little to take pride in. If you cannot make money, or get out of jail, or find a person to love you, or provide for your family, or develop industry and commerce in your shitty little towns, or please the opposite sex in bed… Well, at least you have skin, right?

WTG, skin-haver.

I was reading something a few years back about the methods of dehumanizing employed by the nazis. There were steps that were necessary, to get a people to go from “overcharging them at the store” to “burning their corpses in broad daylight after stealing their teeth”.

The first step in that list was mockery, ridicule, or jokes concerning “their nature”.

I like a good joke, in any form. Durkha Durkha, woo woo, heyba, mang.

But sometimes it keeps me up at night, thinking about what road I am driving down when I mock people for their skin, instead of something laughable, like their religion.

Hate the Hater.