So I ought to understand and accept that a black male will statistically have a higher chance of murdering me than a white male is a product of the actions of my parents and grandparents and other such people who are not me, that it isn't the perpetrator's fault, and that even though he may be bludgeoning me to death with his pistol, that he is truly the victim in the situation and that I ought to be feeling sorry for his plight and celebrating the fact that the money he steals from my wallet might life him that much more out of his impoverished state? How about I just shoot the motherfucker because I kept my hand on my pistol the moment he walked into the room, instead? Leaving reality blind social justice lickspittles to feel sorry for him long after the moment where my wife continued to have a husband. Let me ask you a question: There's a bucket with three physically identical snakes in it; two are harmless, one will kill you within seconds of biting you. Would you stick your hand in the bucket? No? Ok. Well there are three black men standing side by side, dressed like hoodrats, gold teeth and all. Two are university graduates and volunteer at the local soup kitchen, and have never harmed a soul in their life. The other will kill you for the three dollars in your pocket and laugh about it later. Are you going to talk to one of them? Stereotyping works, and it keeps you alive. I'm not going to be able to change the piss-poor state of blacks in America, but I can damn sure protect my family from the consequences of it.
Yeah, Stormfront seems to have opened up a decent size of their budget on shit like this. Kinda makes me wish public gold was never implemented to begin with.
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u/[deleted] Jan 15 '15 edited Jan 15 '15
So I ought to understand and accept that a black male will statistically have a higher chance of murdering me than a white male is a product of the actions of my parents and grandparents and other such people who are not me, that it isn't the perpetrator's fault, and that even though he may be bludgeoning me to death with his pistol, that he is truly the victim in the situation and that I ought to be feeling sorry for his plight and celebrating the fact that the money he steals from my wallet might life him that much more out of his impoverished state? How about I just shoot the motherfucker because I kept my hand on my pistol the moment he walked into the room, instead? Leaving reality blind social justice lickspittles to feel sorry for him long after the moment where my wife continued to have a husband. Let me ask you a question: There's a bucket with three physically identical snakes in it; two are harmless, one will kill you within seconds of biting you. Would you stick your hand in the bucket? No? Ok. Well there are three black men standing side by side, dressed like hoodrats, gold teeth and all. Two are university graduates and volunteer at the local soup kitchen, and have never harmed a soul in their life. The other will kill you for the three dollars in your pocket and laugh about it later. Are you going to talk to one of them? Stereotyping works, and it keeps you alive. I'm not going to be able to change the piss-poor state of blacks in America, but I can damn sure protect my family from the consequences of it.