The White Man’s Absolution

In his ongoing debate with Chuck of Gucci Little Piggy (more of a shouting match, really), Obsidian asks the question at the heart of race relations in the United States:

WHY is it so very important for White folk, to be able to say the word “N****r”? What do they lose from not saying it?

The answer is simple–so simple, that I think all Whites know the answer, but are simply unable to articulate it.

What do Whites gain from being able to say the word N****r?

They get their humanity back.

(If this gets my blog yanked by WordPress–well, it was nice knowing you all.)

She almost had me…

Women always test.

The Journalist stopped by the desk, bearing a scratch ticket.

She: Give me a quarter. I’ll play it right here, and if I win, I’ll look out for you (she’ll cut me in).

Me: Wait–did you win? (I was referring to a conversation we had last week, when she bought a Big Game/Megabucks ticket, and told me not to play because she was going to win.)

She: I haven’t even played it yet!

Me: No, no–I mean last week.

She: (Blank look, then..) Oh! Uh, no–I lost.

Me: Waitaminute–you told me not to play because you bought a ticket! I might have won if I had played!

She: C’mon–gimme a quarter!

And I almost did it–I caught myself fishing a quarter out of my pocket. Damnit! Fortunately, she got distracted by one of my co-workers, and forgot about it altogether.

I’m not sure what I would have done; how do you diffuse a situation like that without seeming like a dick?

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Speaking of failing tests, I watched the following on Saturday:

There’s some kind of event going on at Government Center, and there are a bunch of performers on stage doing salsa and contemporary dance. One troop moves off stage, and move inside to change clothes–all except one woman, who proceeds to whip off her costume by the side of the stage. The Sergeant (Gold Shield means Sergeant, right?) steps up and asks her to move around the corner. She didn’t even look up at him, and said: “Do I make you uncomfortable?”, to which he responded, “Yeah, a little”. She chuckled, and said, “You’ll get used to it.”

And he let her go on disrobing. Poor bastard–that woman dissed him, and he didn’t have a clue as to what to do about it.

Women always test!

Competition for mates shortens men’s lives: no real surprise there…

Competition for a mate shortens men’s lives: study

Men who face plenty of competition to find a mate have slightly shorter lives than those who don’t.

New research shows that gender imbalance, when men outnumber women, affects male longevity by an average of about three months.

Although the link between gender ratio and longevity has been shown in animals, the study published in the journal Demography is thought to be the first to show the impact in humans.

“If you’re having a hard time finding a mate, it winds up affecting your body and how long you live,” said Professor Nicholas Christakis, of Harvard Medical School.

Three months may not seem like much, he added, but it is comparable to the effects of taking a daily aspirin, or engaging in moderate exercise.

“A 65-year-old man is typically expected to live another 15.4 years. Removing three months from this block of time is significant,” he explained.

I don’t think this is all that surprising; growing old alone is a rather miserable fate as it stands. When you add to that the way our culture treats men….well, there’s a reason that the suicide rate amongst elderly men is so high.

The funny part isn’t Mark Wahlberg’s shock…

…it’s Will Ferrell negging the hell out of Eva Mendez. Seriously, when he tells her that she’s “dressed like a hobo”, I giggled like a five-year old for a minute straight. In real life, you would have to have incredible self-control to neg a woman who had the Wonder Twins sitting up and shouting “Hello!” the way Eva had them in that clip.

Justice Scalia is a prophet. Woe unto us all.

Bob Belvedere, of Camp of the Saints, relates the following over in the comments section of The Other McCain:

In 2003 people said Justice Scalia was ‘crazy’ when, in his dissent in Lawrence v. Texas, he said the decision would inevitably lead to the courts ruling ‘gay marriage’ constitutional using the 14th Amendment. Well, it is rather obvious, in light of the decisions that have come out of state and federal courts across the country, that Nino is a prophet.

None of this is surprising. Ideology inevitably leads to taking ideas to their logical conclusions outside of reality because ideas are laboratory experiments. Same sex marriage is one of the stops along the way to the end of opening marriage to every kind and type of combination — logic demands it…and soon the ideologues will, too.

In light of the logic used by Judge Walker, Matt, what is to stop a future judge from ruling that one can marry a close relative, or multiple people, or a minor? The answer is ‘NOTHING’.

And, again:

In the 1990’s, when the fight for ‘gay marriage’ began in earnest, many dismissed it chances of success as ’silly’ and ‘crazy’ – the laugh is now on them.

What is to stop the age of consent from being lowered or abolished [especially as we continue to give Sharia legal standing]?

Woe unto us.

I must be doing something right,….

…because I got a scoped out by an easy 6 at the Mickey D’s Friday morning–while she was sitting next to her man.

I stop off at the place every morning before work for my morning coffee and sandwich (I ain’t paying the Dunkin’s rate until they bring the quality up), and as I’m sitting there eating I feel eyes on me. I look up, and there’s a brunette giving me solid eye contact. She held my gaze for a good five seconds, then broke off to answer a question or comment from the man she was with. A few minutes later, the two get up to leave–and she gives me another five second stare, looking back over her shoulder at me as her friend emptied their trays. She then took his proffered hand, and the two left together.

Man, what an ego boost. I’ve seen women give that look to others, but I’ve never been on the receiving end myself–not even when I was getting laid. “Late bloomer”, indeed–maybe getting old isn’t as bad as I thought it was.

UPDATE: And it happened again, today (8/16), as I was leaving work–this time from an 8 who stopped, gave me a once over, did a classic lip-bite, and then left. Damn me for not realizing what had happened until she was across the street!