You know this kind of reminds me of the era of World War One. The British would board American flagged ships and intercept the cargo claiming it was war material for Germany. The Americans would grumble, and then the Germans would perform an even more outrageous act. The second act would drive the first from the headlines and the discussion.
A disinterested observer would have to conclude that both sides were violating international law. Sadly there were few disinterested observers.
The story of this animal committing these atrocities is bad enough. It could be used to remind people that there are truly barbaric people among us. Instead you buried the story beneath your prejudice and hatred. The barbarities are submerged beneath your insane hatred.
You state that blacks vote democrat. Well 90% of them voted for Hillary. Three percent more voted for Trump than voted for Hillary. But thankfully you are driving them away with your moronic broad brush.
If you really hope to help the Republicans you should destroy your computer and go live under a bridge. Because if given the choice of backing you or a random black man off the street. I’ll choose the random black over a lunatic racist pig.
You deserve your choice. I hope you get your wish!
I have so far. Oh I run into the odd racist black. But let me tell you about just one friend. One I would trust my life to without a moments hesitation. He used to be a master mechanic. He learned his trade in the Army. He served two tours in Vietnam.
Obviously he is black. We talked about Vietnam a couple weeks ago. He said. “I still don’t know what my black ass was doing there.”
He has been targeted by the police many times. Stopped for driving while black. He was one of the first people I know who went with a dashboard camera. That was so he could prove he wasn’t swerving, crossing the lines, or speeding as the cops said he was as part of the excuse for stopping a black man driving a shiny car.
I detest a racist. When I moved in here, a couple swung by to see how I felt about things like blacks. I told them that I didn’t have any friends over at the moment, but there would be some now and then. They were smart enough not to threaten me. I once started a bar fight with a racist in North Carolina.
I was raised right. Unlike you I suspect. The only second class citizens in our house growing up were the kids. They were the only ones at a segregated table. Black men were called Mr. Black women were called Mrs. or Miss.. Then again, so were Brown, Yellow, Red, or White adults. We used Sir and Ma’am for all adults in the house I grew up in.
I learned to respect people for who they were, not because of the skin color. That lesson served me well when I was in the Army. I didn’t have anything to learn about races there. I had already learned that it did not matter one damned bit. Seeing every soldier as Green was easy.
At work, the best foreman is Black. Not because he is black, but because he is smart, skilled, and experienced. The best heavy equipment operator is black. Not because of the amount of melatonin in his skin, but because he has thirty years driving that equipment, and he started out with a damned fine touch.
So if we ever meet, I’ll pick up on your racist bullshit. I’ll recognize it no problem. I’ll know you are another shallow ass who thinks they can decide who is good and bad based upon skin color. You will spend your life blaming your ills and the tragedies that befall you on race. I usually blame myself, because it is usually my own damn fault something screwed up.
