MY FAT WHITE ASS ON A SPIT
A reader at the New York Times takes my fat white ass to task:
BorisRoberts
Santa Maria, CA
You know what,Tim? Perpetual victimhood does not move you forward in any way. Going to prison, is a choice. Running from police, is a choice. You aren’t afraid of the police, they are more afraid of you, and your violent tendencies. If I ran from the cops, they’d shoot me too, but I quit doing that decades ago. 11 million undocumented aliens are chasing and are going to find that American dream. The path forward involves education, and going to prison is not inevitable. Teach kids to love to learn, not to hate cops.
The original piece I was responding to was about Biden’s problems with the progressives of the Democratic party.
Biden has made it clear he wants the filibuster.
Does he forget Obama.
During the campaign, Biden said he would “think about the filibuster.”
This is code for I will not tell you until after I am elected. Of course, the democrats fell for it.
So, we keep the filibuster. No real legislation can get done. Biden has to go. I’m done with Joe Biden. Period.
Like the good little writer, which I am not, I drew up a laundry list of issues that are doomed to get swept under the rug. Biden has cut off his own left leg. He essentially told the progressives to go fuck themselves.
So (under protest of certain gatekeepers), the New York Times published my laundry list (I have added to it a demand the democrats get rid of Biden).
I am a communist. Eat me.
I don’t get many responses from my stuff. I have a more difficult time with getting the publication to publish my comments at all. In fact, they are currently refusing my comments to the comment that was in responce to my comment.
They say they are struggling with how a piece about Biden (that idiot) got turned into an argument about me.
I do not know about these things either. Duh.
The honeymoon is over.
Dear Boris,
@BorisRoberts My students were in special education. They were stereotyped by the system. Some had HIV. Some were brain damaged. Some were emtionally broken by the abuse inflicted upon them. So when you talk about victimhood, make it real, and not a self-righteous theory.The U.S. Bureau of Justice estimates there are over 846,000 black men in prison, making up 40.2 percent of all inmates in the system. More African American men and Native American men are in prison or jail, on probation or parole than were enslaved in 1850, before the Civil War began. What you see as a choice, I see as a lack of choice. Discrimination is real. Cop who kill Americans are real, too. To not turn this into a dialogue because victims are not supposed to speak out is how the systemic failures of institutions works. What I taught my students was that the world is a far bigger place than the images they carried with them. What’s love got to do with it. The privileged need to hear the victims that do, indeed, exist. Choices are often imposed upon us. My kids didn’t ask to be beaten to a brain-damaged pulp. My kids didn’t know what HIV was let alone ask for it. My kids who did sex work were trying to survive starvation. My kids didn’t ask to live in homeless shelters. My kids did not ask to have fetal alcohol syndrome. My kids were addicted because they had lost all hope. You do this day after day after day after day, and you tell me these kids chose to be victims.
The New York Times refuses to print my defense.