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Racist Piece of Dog Shit

My blog, my opinions. I'll explain why.


Ryan Lochte engaged in Typical Privileged White Kid Behavior. BrownTown or the inner city is a free-for-all toilet, where they can do whatever they please.

When I was growing up in the 80s, an article was published in a local magazine entitled 'White Kids who Hate Detroit.' They interviewed a parking attendant in a garage adjoining a convention center/hockey stadium. He talked about the white kids from suburbia who'd smash windows, urinate/defecate on the ground, do all sorts of vile things while he kept in the safety of his Lexan-lined booth. Know what was truly eye-opening? The letters of response from suburbanites. One tried to discredit his story because the attendant was fat (described as 'portly') and worked a low-wage job. Another ranted on about how 'no one cares about Detroit.' Elitist sacks of crap like them believe Those Other People are scarcely human.

Oh, he's a 'bad boy.' Really?
Let a man who looks like me do the same thing. Or less.
Eric Garner didn't kick anybody's anything. He died over selling bootleg cigarettes.

Think about this, too: Everyone he'd wronged was STILL willing to give this dumb shit a pass. To let it go, give him a break he didn't deserve, shrug it off and call it a night. Except HE WENT TO THE PRESS and lied. ABOUT THEM. Which shows you how unapologetic he was.

You know what I'd wish he'd do? Take a Kick in Your Gas Station Bathroom Tour.

He can start in Ferguson, then Baltimore...you're starting to get the picture, right?

There's enough poverty and brown-or-darker folks about. He'll feel in his element.

Tell you what. The Shiite Muslims who emigrated from Iraq in the 70s to Michigan are honestly--HONESTLY--some of the coolest, level-headed people I know. More tolerant of diversity than 90 to 95% of Americans out there. But let that lil' swim bitch come to their gas station and start kicking hardware from walls. He'll go home in little plastic bags. Not a pine box. Not a singular container. We might not even know it's him.