2005-10-02 - 12:20 a.m.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome…
…to Malthus After Dark.
I’m your host, Malthus, and tonight I will share with you, tales soaked in Ravenswood California Zinfandel.
Yes, I’m drinking wine again. Zip it.
I am…
I am a middle-aged, middle-class, white American male. In other words – I am responsible for every wrong throughout the history of this nation, as well as the histories of many other nations reaching back to time unremembered. I am the original white devil.
None-the-less, I attempt – nay – strive to set myself apart from my yoke and live life as an individual, though this is difficult to achieve in the face of modern society.
As a white man in modern society, I would like to think, as would most white men, that we (Caucasians) have overcome racial prejudice and become more enlightened as a group of people. Sadly, this is not the case.
Yes, I know what you’re thinking my Caucasian brother, but you must seek out the truth. I think – nay again – I know that you will find that the truth you have invested in is yielding no dividends. Zero….zilch…
Point in case:
I am on business in Duncanville, Texas right now – I’ve been here for nearly a month. Duncanville is commonly referred to as “The Hood” in a state where whites have just been declared the minority to minorities. That’s right; the minority population has surpassed the white population…in TEXAS. You’re shocked, aren’t you?
By the way – the term “minority” is a raging blister on the ass of or culture. We need to recognize human beings as human beings; we are, after all, but one race of people. That is, until the aliens come….but I digress.
Demographics suck.
Where was I? Ah, yes…I’m on business in the hood. Anyway…every morning we stop at Starbucks on the way to work – in the hood. I’m going to end every sentence with, “…in the hood.” You know, like “in bed” after fortune cookie fortunes?
Shit…I can’t stay on track.
Yes, Starbucks in the hood.
So, I get my venti, skim latte and C-biskit (real name withheld) gets his pumkinspice Latte and we go on our merry way. Needless to say, but I’ll say it anyway, there is a fair number of “minority” folk in the Starbucks when we’re there…heck, they’re probably there all day! (Gasp – GOD NO!)
So, this morning, as we’re driving off, C-dawg says, “You know, it’s kind of odd to see a Starbucks in the hood, don’tcha think? And it’s weird, because there are all these black folks in there and they’re just reading or getting their caffeine fix just like…”
“…just like us?” I interject – snidely. (Ok, maybe not snidely, but I did interject)
“Yeah, just like us. I mean, it’s kind of weird to see THEM in there – just like they’re in any…”
“…white neighborhood?” Says I.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah…like they have the same kinds of problems and…oh, I dunno, desires as we [white devils] do? It’s like…they’re just like us, huh?”
“Yeah, well…except in the hood. It’s weird, don’tcha think?”
“Well, I guess Starbucks has become the ‘Great Common Ground’ in American society. C-dilly – stereotypes are killing us man.” I wanted to hang my head in despair, but I was driving, in the hood, and didn’t want to crash.
I try folks, I really do, but do you see what I’m up against?
Oh well…I think C-bag is gay anyway. Damn faggot.
(The opinions expressed in this…rambling are the opinions of the rambler alone and do not represent the ramblings, or opinions of C-killa or any other cracker.)
Fuck Whitey!
