Start with an ignorant racist tweet by a sjw Ijeoma Oluo:
(Note: Screencap inserted, as when caught, racists have the tendency to delete tweets and pretend they didn’t happen.)
Good grief woman, could you be more racist? Wait, what am I asking here? No your entire identity is based on your hatred of Whiteness, and America of course. Here are two bits of advice. First, never eat at Cracker Barrel. No, not because too many damn White folks eat there, but because their food, excepting their breakfast, sucks. It is always cold, and a poor excuse for Southern food frankly. See, I grew up eating great Southern food, cornbread, collard, mustard, and turnip greens, black-eyed peas, fried chicken, catfish, fried pork chops, salmon patties etc. That was great food. Cracker barrel? Not so much.
My second bit of advice? You need help, serious mental health help. You are suffering from Racial Obsession Syndrome. A severe case of it frankly. Funny it is that the folks who cooked all that great food I grew up on, my grandparents, great aunts were great people. People who would have gone out of their way to help you. Would they have given the first damn about your skin color? No. They would have helped you because they had something you do not posses. Decency.
Racism is racism, and just as ugly when espoused by a horse’s ass like Ijeoma Oluo as when it’s put forth by the vilest Klansman to ever wave a sheet.
But here’s the real clincher: Jackasses like Oluo are incapable of judging people as an intelligent person does: As individuals. Instead she judges millions of people by a single characteristic – melanin content of their skin – and attributes the possibility of not only discriminatory but even murderous intention, based solely on that insignificant characteristic.
Like our friend Mr. Hagin, I had many family member – parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles – who not only enjoyed such fare as he described above, but who likewise would have gone out of their way to help a person genuinely in need. I would say that, because of that fact, that I’m offended by the content of Oluo’s tweet, but there’s a catch. For me to be offended, I’d first have to give an ounce of rat’s pee about her opinion.
And, obviously, I don’t. The opinion of a racist horse’s ass isn’t worth consideration.