A scientific fact cannot be racist. It is a fact. It is proven and carved in stone.
For instance, it is a scientific fact the sun is brighter than the moon. It is a scientific fact water is softer than a rock. Get the idea?
So, I am writing this because I am damn well fed up with all the cry babies, whiners, and racists who live on this planet with me.
Let’s begin by making it a scientific fact I am not a racist. I was an Air Force brat because I grew up with a father who was in the U.S. Air Force. I went to school with kids of all races. One of my best friends in high school was (I hate to use this term, and I will explain why later) an African-American.
I went to boot camp with teens of all races. We learned to be a team, a cohesive, dependable team.
After boot camp, I dated a black woman for a while. She was funny, sweet, kind, and intelligent. I liked that. I had no fantasies of us getting married. I just wanted to enjoy her company before I was shipped overseas.
So, I am writing this just as someone who is, as I stated earlier, damn fed up with the freaking sissies, cry babies, racists, whiners, and those who hate people because of their skin color.
I don’t care if you are the president of the United States or the president of Russia. If you are a whiner and cry baby, I have nothing but contempt for you. I have no respect for you.
You need to grow tfu.
The American Indians are cry babies. Oh, gee whiz, there is a football team named the Washington Redskins. Oh, boo hoo. Gimme a freaking break. So what? They should be pleased a professional football team associates with Indians and represents them.
The blacks are cry babies. Heck, they call themselves so many different names the rest of us have no idea HOW to refer to them:
- National Associate for the Advancement of Colored People
- United Negro College Fund
- People of Color
- Black Chamber of Commerce
So, just WHAT THE HELL are we supposed to call them? If you call one a Negro, oh my gawd—stand back! Same thing if you call one a colored person. WWIII!!
The term “African-American” is a misnomer. They are SO FAR REMOVED from the Africans who were brought here they are as much an African as I am Chinese.
I am a Caucasian whose ancestor (only 2 generations ago) came directly from Italy. I am a 2nd generation Italian-American. I am more Italian than any African-American is African.
The American blacks are the only group of people on the planet who have so many words to describe themselves. Why can’t they just decide on one and stick with it?
“Whites” is also a misnomer. Caucasians are not white. I am a Caucasian, but I am not white. Only albinos are white. I have an olive skin color. So, I AM A COLORED PERSON! Blacks are not colored.
Black is the absence of all color. There is no color in black. White is the presence of all colors. Between black and white are millions upon millions of different shades of color.
I am not white. I have a shade of color less than white. So, do not call me a white. I am not an albino.
Since my ancestral roots are publicly known, I have been called a WOP. Do you know what WOP actually means?
Often, Italians immigrating to the U.S. would arrive with no papers. So, papers would be issued to them and stamped, “WOP”, which means “Without Papers”.
Do you think I got upset? No. I laughed. I laughed at being called a guinea, a greaseball, a Mafioso. I can still laugh at that. Why? Because I am not a cry baby. People call me those names to inspire a reaction. I don’t react. What’s the point? If they are kidding, so what? If they are NOT kidding, it just shows how damn ignorant they are.
I do not get upset.
If I was a black and someone called me a Nigger, I would not let that upset me. So what? I know what I am. I know what kind of person I am. I would not let some letters in the alphabet put together to form a sound spark a reaction in me.
Whatever you are, whatever race, whatever group—whatever—don’t let someone’s ignorance bring you down to their level of existence. Don’t be a cry baby.
Have you ever been called a pansy or sissy? I have. But it didn’t bother me. Why?
I served during the Vietnam War, which actually wasn’t a war. It was a police action. I was trained to fight and defend myself hand-to-hand. After military service, I worked for the Texas Dept. of Corrections as a Correctional Officer after graduating from the Correctional Officer Academy. I’ve been face-to-face with murderers. I was not afraid.
While as a Correctional Officer, I won a marksmanship award with a revolver. All the inmates heard I was a damn good shot, and they didn’t mess with me. The truth is every time there was an escape I was not on duty! (lmao!)
I got bored with the same thing day in and day out. Same ole same ole. So, I left to work as an armed security officer. I was assigned a night position in a rough neighborhood. The other officers did nothing. They worked alone and stayed in their cars doing nothing. Not me.
I once confronted about six young men who thought they were bad asses. They weren’t. One of them said, “If you weren’t wearing that badge—”. So, I took the badge off and threw it on the ground. He stared at me for about another 15 seconds, which really is a long time, then turned and walked away. I heard someone yell behind me.
“You’ve just been punked!”
You know what I got from that? RESPECT. I got respect from them and I returned that respect. I no longer had to threaten people to obey the rules/regulations. They obeyed without objection as long as I showed them respect, and they showed me the same in return.
So, someone calling me a pansy shows they do not know me. They just want to inspire a reaction. They want to see the term hurts my feelings and watch me get upset. I upset THEM by NOT getting upset. I know what I am, and I am not a pansy or sissy.
Don’t f—k with me.
I could go on and on, and I’m sure you have your own anecdotes relating to this post, but the point I want to make is it seems everyone gets their feelings hurt way too easily. They are sissies, cry babies, and whiners.
Don’t let some jerk*** ruin your day. So, they call you a name. Big deal. You know what you are. Upset the accuser by not reacting.
Lastly, it seems if the blacks don’t get what they want, the first word out of their mouths is “RACISM!”
They USE their color to get what they want. They often get what they don’t deserve just because they call others racists.
I admit and agree there exists racism. I understand life is not fair, and there are people who just vehemently hate people because of their skin color.
Sigh. That is unjust and ignorant. There are times when discrimination requires some action.
But what bothers me are the babies, whiners, sissies, and pansies.
Stop complaining about stupid, childish crap. Stop WHINING. I repeat: GTFU.
PLEASE, STOP BEING BIG BABIES! It really pisses me off.