guno
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Hit the nail on the head to what will be coming:
You need to drink up.
And quickly.
And heavily.
Because your time is limited.
Real damned limited.
So party while you can, but mind the increasingly loud clock ticking away in the corners of your consciousness.
The clock that reminds you how little time you and yours have left.
Not much more now.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
Tick.
Tock.
I know, you think youāve taken āyour country backā with this election ā and of course you have always thought it was yours for the taking, cuz thatās what we white folks are bred to believe, that itās ours, and how dare anyone else say otherwise ā but you are wrong.
You have won a small battle in a larger war the meaning of which you do not remotely understand.
āCuz there is nothing even slightly original about you.
There have always been those who wanted to take the country back.
There were those who, in past years, wanted to take the country back to a time of enslavement and indentured servitude.
But they lost.
There were those who wanted to take us back to a time when children could be made to work in mines and factories, when workers had no legal rights to speak of, when the skies in every major city were heavy with industrial soot that would gather on sidewalks and windowsills like volcanic ash.
But they lost.
And in the pantheon of American history, conservative old white people have pretty much always been the bad guys, the keepers of the hegemonic and reactionary flame, the folks unwilling to share the category of American with others on equal terms.
Fine, keep it up. It doesnāt matter.
Because youāre on the endangered list.
And unlike, say, the bald eagle or some exotic species of muskrat, you are not worth saving.
An Open Letter to the White Right, On the Occasion of Your Recent, Successful Temper Tantrum
You need to drink up.
And quickly.
And heavily.
Because your time is limited.
Real damned limited.
So party while you can, but mind the increasingly loud clock ticking away in the corners of your consciousness.
The clock that reminds you how little time you and yours have left.
Not much more now.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
Tick.
Tock.
I know, you think youāve taken āyour country backā with this election ā and of course you have always thought it was yours for the taking, cuz thatās what we white folks are bred to believe, that itās ours, and how dare anyone else say otherwise ā but you are wrong.
You have won a small battle in a larger war the meaning of which you do not remotely understand.
āCuz there is nothing even slightly original about you.
There have always been those who wanted to take the country back.
There were those who, in past years, wanted to take the country back to a time of enslavement and indentured servitude.
But they lost.
There were those who wanted to take us back to a time when children could be made to work in mines and factories, when workers had no legal rights to speak of, when the skies in every major city were heavy with industrial soot that would gather on sidewalks and windowsills like volcanic ash.
But they lost.
And in the pantheon of American history, conservative old white people have pretty much always been the bad guys, the keepers of the hegemonic and reactionary flame, the folks unwilling to share the category of American with others on equal terms.
Fine, keep it up. It doesnāt matter.
Because youāre on the endangered list.
And unlike, say, the bald eagle or some exotic species of muskrat, you are not worth saving.
An Open Letter to the White Right, On the Occasion of Your Recent, Successful Temper Tantrum