So the true patriot who refuses to pay for using public lands and points guns at government officials is also a big ol’ racist sack of shit. I wonder how he feels about gay people, I’m sure he has some enlightening things to say.

But seriously why is this guy holding press conferences and giving interviews in the first place? Shouldn’t he be locked up?

jean-luc-gohard
I will give you an example of how race affects my life. I live in a place called Alpine, New Jersey. Live in Alpine, New Jersey, right? My house costs millions of dollars. In my neighborhood, there are four black people. Hundreds of houses, four black people. Who are these black people? Well, there’s me, Mary J. Blige, Jay-Z and Eddie Murphy. Only black people in the whole neighborhood. So let’s break it down, let’s break it down: me, I’m a decent comedian. I’m a’ight. Mary J. Blige, one of the greatest R&B singers to ever walk the Earth. Jay-Z, one of the greatest rappers to ever live. Eddie Murphy, one of the funniest actors to ever, ever do it. Do you know what the white man who lives next door to me does for a living? He’s a fucking dentist! He ain’t the best dentist in the world…he ain’t going to the dental hall of fame…he don’t get plaques for getting rid of plaque. He’s just a yank-your-tooth-out dentist. See, the black man gotta fly to get to somethin’ the white man can walk to.

Chris Rock

see, this is something that aforementioned idiot should listen to. if you think racial equality exists because we have the same purported opportunity to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, ask if we even started at the same point, when people of color didn’t even have the same opportunities to set up a foundation for the life of this generation. you think your white grandparents got the same jobs as a person of color’s grandparents, so that they could retire and you would know they’d have access to healthcare? you think your white family was offered the same rates (or even chances) for home loans as a family of color’s so that you didn’t have to work a job through high school to meet rent? you think that your mother worrying if you’re going to get into a good college is hard enough? what if on top of that, your mother also had to worry that you might get gunned down in the street because of the color of your skin?

i’m sorry buddy, but you are wrong, and chris rock is so, so right.

(via wordsandturds)

Chris Rock should’ve provided the professions of some of the other white folk. The dentist is a fluke, as becoming a millionaire by practicing dentistry is unlikely to happen—kind of like becoming a millionaire by providing comedy is unlikely to happen. Few do, most don’t. The dentist could make the same argument about how much harder it is for dentists to have what black celebrities have.

Rock’s rant totally dodges the reality of the situation.  It belittles the issue and, frankly, does absolutely nothing to bring about improvement.

It reminds me of something that happened several years ago.

I was still in college and was somewhere on campus—can’t remember where or why, but I was in some building or another. I noticed a young fellow haughtily blasting through the doors entering the building (there was a large area inside filled with benches, tables, etc.), and he started heading toward a group of girls on the other side of the lobby. I was sitting out a table, the girls were all clustered around a strange chair of some sort, looked like it was meant for napping. 

This young man yelled something along the lines of “you whore bitch,” which, naturally, got my attention. All the girls turned and looked, one of the girls sitting in the chair very visibly sat up with amazing speed. She asked what was wrong. Turns out she’d been having sex with his best friend for nearly a year.

The best friend asked her to break up with him so they could have an open relationship.  She declined, saying she’d rather keep things the way the were, as she felt that the boyfriend would have a brighter career and more money.  This deeply offended the best friend, so he confessed everything to the boyfriend.

All this came out in a rush of angry words from the boyfriend. Right there in the lobby in front of everyone. The girlfriend screamed that she couldn’t believe he would come in and say it in front of everyone, called him a dick head and a few other things. Oh—she also insulted his sex and claimed he had a small penis. (By the way, I know this to be a false claim, as I’d actually seen this particular person’s penis in the shower, it was perfectly normal, if not a little girthy.) Her friends laughed, called him a loser and told him to go away. He collapsed to his knees and sobbed for a very short moment, then got up and said she was a cunt, and I believe called her a whore again.

Then he left.

What happened next, though rather interesting, was kind of horrific. Still crying, the girlfriend’s friends huddled in tightly as if to engage in some whisper-chat. Fortunately for me, I guess they were too excited for whispering, and were speaking quite loudly. After a moment of nosy questioning from the friends and attempts to comfort her, they then began their campaign to convince this girl that she was a victim of abuse. Literally.

Cheating happens, most people do it at least once, things like this were said. Him calling her a bitch, whore, cunt, and yelling about it in public was abuse. She was the victim of domestic violence. He was a horrible pig. A typical guy. A dick.

Never mind that they were now saying much worse things about him than he did her—calling her a whore, cunt, bitch…some might argue that these words are reasonable, if not out-right expected (if not applicable) when someone is caught cheating. Then they began talking about spreading rumors that he had herpes, confessed to incest in his childhood. It got really morbid.

But what got my panties in a bunch was the claim of abuse. I’ve seen abuse. I know what it looks like. I’ve seen physically abused women—and men. Hell, I’ve been one. I’ve seen emotionally abused women (and men, again—been one of those, too). And you know what? I didn’t see it while looking across the room at that girl. I saw a girl who just got caught cheating by a guy she was expecting to provide her with a better life than her on-the-side lover.

I saw a spoiled brat plotting revenge because she couldn’t have what she wanted.

There is abuse. It’s horrible and real. Economic disadvantages exist for minorities—not just black folk—and it’s horrible and real.

False representations of it (like Rock’s) and false application, like the cheater in the lobby, do nothing to satisfy needs of the actual problems and victims that exist. It distracts from it. And distracting from it makes it worse.

Just my opinion.

(via tumblingatheist)

A few things:

  1. wut
  2. WUT
  3. Nothing has ever happened less than this happened.
  4. I don’t know what a white boy getting cheated on and getting into a fight about it, even if this story did happen, would have to do with racial inequality.
  5. I also don’t know what his penis size has to do with this story or with Chris Rock’s quote.
  6. Why were you in the shower together?
  7. There are way more questions than answers here

(via jean-luc-gohard)

I stopped reading after the bolded (mine).

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fivetail:

http://poniesforparents.tumblr.com/post/83522791511/a-word-about-bronies

OP literally made up a sexual assault and failed abduction story about an eleven year old girl for the sake of getting notes for anti-brony hate, and regardless of how you feel about bronies, that’s fucking…

After quick perusal of the notes, it seems there is more basis than just a date mixup, and no one i can find corroborating the original story. The unlikelihood of parents leaving a child alone at a convention for Bronies and the fact that OP’s blog is now Nicholas Cage are a bit suspicious, but we are dealing with Bronies here so I’m taking everything with a grain of salt.

Best case scenario, the story was a complete fabrication and OP is a shit person. Worst case, the story is true and a pedophile and child abductor was let free without being identified or reported to authorities or parents, in which case OP is a shit person and a criminal.