Captain Creeper
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it is pretty common to hear someone reference “Jim Crow”. It is usually some smarmy a-hole that uses the term to accuse someone of being racist. In fact, the term “Jim Crow” is supposed to have magical powers. For example, if you are engaged with others in a political debate and a black person says “Jim Crow”, the debate ends. Just like that!! BOOM!!! Debate over! They claimed the moral high ground and bested you intellectually. You don’t have to know what you are talking about. All you have to do is say “Jim Crow”, and you win automatically!!
I became curious as to this term, and its magical powers. I decided I would research the matter thoroughly, so I clicked onto the school of Wikipedia at the prestigious University of Google. Imagine my surprise when I learned the true genesis!
Jim Crow was a fictional character portrayed in 1800s minstrels in the USA. He was played by a white man in blackface, and he portrayed a certain stereotype of blacks at that point in time. Then, after the civil war wrapped up and blacks were freed from the bondage of slavery, some resisted and enacted the so-called “Jim Crow laws” that targeted blacks for disparate treatment. These “Jim Crow laws” came to an end in the 1960s (only to reappear in 2026 as “Jim Crow 2.0, the Electric Boogaloo!, the Voter ID Warz!).
This explanation disappointed me. Frankly, I find it upsetting. First, I have always had this notion that Jim Crow was a first-class American badass. He stood 6’8” tall, was built like a linebacker on steroids, wore jeans and a flannel shirt with the arms cut off, has long, luscious flowing blond hair that hung down to his waist, wore a cowboy hat with a confederate flag patch onto it, and wore cowboy boots made out of the skin of cottonmouths.
Oh, did I mention Jim Crow’s head? It’s a human skull!!! It has human eyes that burn red and it smokes a cigar, which constantly dangles from its skeletal mouth full of sharpened teeth. Among its many powers, it can blast you with lightening bolts that fly out of its eyes!
Jim Crow drives around in a black Chevy pickup truck, jacked to the moon, and with enough engine mods, superchargers and turbos to squeeze out 700hp. Out of the bed of the truck rises a tall limb cut off a mighty Georgia pine that serves as a flagpole for his monstrously sized rebel battle flag, which gloriously waives in the wind as he speeds down the backwoods roads on bootlegging runs.
Jim Crow carries a .44 mag revolver, single-action, on each hip, and an old side-by-side 10 gauge shotgun in his truck. He also carries a big old heavy wood oar he calls his “ [racial epithet] beatin’ stick”.
When Jim Crow speaks, he entrances you. No human possesses the power of will sufficient to resist him. You do what he says, or Jim Crow will grab you up by your legs, turn you upside down, then rip you into two pieces, like a wishbone, all the while emitting an evil, demonic laugh.
Jim Crow was basically Satan’s right hand, sent here to Earth to carry on the dark works. On his time off, he liked to drink Blue Ribbon and bang biker chicks while listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd and The Marshall Tucker Band.
Anyway, that is who I thought Jim Crow was. But as it turns out, he was a fictional character … in a … minstrel show. Jesus… This is shocking to me. It’s kind of like when your best friend tells you he is gay. It’s a REAL head scratcher. I’m really gonna have to cypher over this for a spell.
Secondly, my research has revealed to me that the term “Jim Crow” has NO magical properties. This, too, was a surprise. I mean, I have seen it work! Both in person and on TV, all you have to do is speak his name and “BOOM”, conversation closed! You can be arguing with a black guy about Barry Bonds vs. Roger Maris, then he says “Jim Crow”, and I immediately cuck to him.
I mean, I don’t exactly know why I cuck to black people when they say “Jim Crow”. But it happens, and it is entirely out of my control. That sure sounds like magic, right?
Well, it’s not. As it turns out, the cuck comes from something called “white guilt”. That is, way deep down inside all us white folk, down below our love for momma, Jesus, and The Little River Band, we all feel great SHAME over slavery.
Obviously, we don’t own slaves today, and most of us do not come from families who owned slaves. So essentially, we are feeling shame about what some other people did, with the ONLY connection between the slavers and us being … our white skin.
Hmmmmm….
This leaves me with one pressing question: how did they learn to unlock the white guilt?!?! I am thinking that but for the white guilt we would STILL have slaves, or at least the Jim Crow laws. Could white guilt, itself, be implanted in our minds, with the intent to activate it and use it to diminish and overtake white people?
I don’t know about any of this. All I know is that I don’t want slavery, but I DO want to hang out with MY vision of Jim Crow. I figure I could introduce him to some Swedish death metal and we could go seize control of Cabo! Brews, beaches, and bitches!! Good times!!
I became curious as to this term, and its magical powers. I decided I would research the matter thoroughly, so I clicked onto the school of Wikipedia at the prestigious University of Google. Imagine my surprise when I learned the true genesis!
Jim Crow was a fictional character portrayed in 1800s minstrels in the USA. He was played by a white man in blackface, and he portrayed a certain stereotype of blacks at that point in time. Then, after the civil war wrapped up and blacks were freed from the bondage of slavery, some resisted and enacted the so-called “Jim Crow laws” that targeted blacks for disparate treatment. These “Jim Crow laws” came to an end in the 1960s (only to reappear in 2026 as “Jim Crow 2.0, the Electric Boogaloo!, the Voter ID Warz!).
This explanation disappointed me. Frankly, I find it upsetting. First, I have always had this notion that Jim Crow was a first-class American badass. He stood 6’8” tall, was built like a linebacker on steroids, wore jeans and a flannel shirt with the arms cut off, has long, luscious flowing blond hair that hung down to his waist, wore a cowboy hat with a confederate flag patch onto it, and wore cowboy boots made out of the skin of cottonmouths.
Oh, did I mention Jim Crow’s head? It’s a human skull!!! It has human eyes that burn red and it smokes a cigar, which constantly dangles from its skeletal mouth full of sharpened teeth. Among its many powers, it can blast you with lightening bolts that fly out of its eyes!
Jim Crow drives around in a black Chevy pickup truck, jacked to the moon, and with enough engine mods, superchargers and turbos to squeeze out 700hp. Out of the bed of the truck rises a tall limb cut off a mighty Georgia pine that serves as a flagpole for his monstrously sized rebel battle flag, which gloriously waives in the wind as he speeds down the backwoods roads on bootlegging runs.
Jim Crow carries a .44 mag revolver, single-action, on each hip, and an old side-by-side 10 gauge shotgun in his truck. He also carries a big old heavy wood oar he calls his “ [racial epithet] beatin’ stick”.
When Jim Crow speaks, he entrances you. No human possesses the power of will sufficient to resist him. You do what he says, or Jim Crow will grab you up by your legs, turn you upside down, then rip you into two pieces, like a wishbone, all the while emitting an evil, demonic laugh.
Jim Crow was basically Satan’s right hand, sent here to Earth to carry on the dark works. On his time off, he liked to drink Blue Ribbon and bang biker chicks while listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd and The Marshall Tucker Band.
Anyway, that is who I thought Jim Crow was. But as it turns out, he was a fictional character … in a … minstrel show. Jesus… This is shocking to me. It’s kind of like when your best friend tells you he is gay. It’s a REAL head scratcher. I’m really gonna have to cypher over this for a spell.
Secondly, my research has revealed to me that the term “Jim Crow” has NO magical properties. This, too, was a surprise. I mean, I have seen it work! Both in person and on TV, all you have to do is speak his name and “BOOM”, conversation closed! You can be arguing with a black guy about Barry Bonds vs. Roger Maris, then he says “Jim Crow”, and I immediately cuck to him.
I mean, I don’t exactly know why I cuck to black people when they say “Jim Crow”. But it happens, and it is entirely out of my control. That sure sounds like magic, right?
Well, it’s not. As it turns out, the cuck comes from something called “white guilt”. That is, way deep down inside all us white folk, down below our love for momma, Jesus, and The Little River Band, we all feel great SHAME over slavery.
Obviously, we don’t own slaves today, and most of us do not come from families who owned slaves. So essentially, we are feeling shame about what some other people did, with the ONLY connection between the slavers and us being … our white skin.
Hmmmmm….
This leaves me with one pressing question: how did they learn to unlock the white guilt?!?! I am thinking that but for the white guilt we would STILL have slaves, or at least the Jim Crow laws. Could white guilt, itself, be implanted in our minds, with the intent to activate it and use it to diminish and overtake white people?
I don’t know about any of this. All I know is that I don’t want slavery, but I DO want to hang out with MY vision of Jim Crow. I figure I could introduce him to some Swedish death metal and we could go seize control of Cabo! Brews, beaches, and bitches!! Good times!!
