February 16, 2014
Some negro is angry at the Winter Olympics. Care to guess why? No, not the laws against “down low” sodomite activity in Russia, but good try. Yes, that’s right. It hates Whites.
Oh, white people. I get it. The snow and the patriotism and the ice-skating lessons and freezing temperatures and the red cheeks of Winter Olympic-ness—I get it.
Oh, negroes. I get it. The low I.Q. and poor impulse control and inability to govern yourself or even live in a civilization built by Whites. The jealousy-fueled hatred of Whites that often leads to racially motivated pathology. The pack attacks, the knockout game, the savage tribal nature of a stone age leftover – I get it.
I just can’t get into it. Or watch it or root for it, because it feels like expendable cash, and skating coaches, the frilliness of extravagance and privilege and wealth.
It feels as if a secret committee got together in the middle of the night after watching the Summer Olympics
Yeah, must have been one of those “White” secret committees that we’re always holding…
They feel like old money and ski resorts and lodges and snowsuits and retirement funds. They feel like everything my life hasn’t been.
I grew up playing basketball behind Doo-Little’s house on North Capitol Street in Northwest D.C.
This is what the poor Olympics look like.
That’s because the Winter Olympics aren’t a display of all nations. They’re a display of rich, cold nations that can afford ski jumps and luge practice centers
The problem of privilege in the Winter Games is that this version of the games is exclusive rather than inclusive.
Until then, I will continue my protest against the “Fabulous Display of Worldy Whiteness.”