Mykel's
Post
MRR Column no 33
America
has Race Fever. It's not an actual race war, but a sort of racial
Cold War. A grinding war of nerves. And it's impossible to escape. A
race war would be anticlimactic at this point... Let's cool down just
a tad. We don't need MORE sensitivity. If we got any more sensitive,
we'd all break out in a rash.
--Jim Goad (copped from another of my columns)
Privilege
and Stripping
or
Stripping
the Privilege
by
Mykel Board
Part
1: Privilege
It's
the circus... an arena for kids and adults to be amazed by some
performances... amused by others.
A
small car comes from the tent-wing and drives toward the center.
Smaller than a smart car, it's somewhere between a kiddie pedal car
and a remote controlled drone car. The door opens... out comes a
man... tall... a red fringe of hair around a bald head... face and
head painted white. Then comes another... bright colored clothes...
big shoes. Then another... and another... all faces painted white. So
many people from such a small space. How do they do it?
One
of the men whacks the other on the ass. It's a slap stick... makes a
loud sound and the kids laugh. A mother next to me talks about the
slapper.
“What
a clown!” she says, casually as scratching her ass.
I
cringe.
I
think of the make-up... the caricatures... faces painted white in a
parody of European-Americans. Whiteface... people playing the fool...
the victims of violence from a slapboard to a rug pulled out from
underfoot.
Happy
clowns, mean clowns, evil clowns, every cliché of the dumb,
malicious, whiteguy book...there... accepted by the world.
In
never ending parades of whitefolk clichés, clowns tell the world
that European-Americans aren't like other people. They're either
scary or funny-- evil or stupid-- but not like the rest.
Google
“white guys” and you'll see Donald Trump in an open-mouthed
harangue... or Clint Eastwood... with a gun.
Watch
any TV program... cop show... major movie. Unless it's a Jackie Chan
film, most of the dead guys will be white. White lives don't matter.
They're as disposable as tissue paper: bleached white to show that
you should throw it away.
What
do we hear?
Flash
to a blond girl... long Prell hair, blue sweater tied loosely around
her neck.. She looks directly in the camera. “Fresh
is a walk
through the woods on an early spring morning.” Cut to a more
housewifey lady in a white gossamer gown. Her skin just this side of
pink. “Fresh
is a gentle
breeze, that takes you by surprise.”
And
what exactly is so fresh? Their twats! They're pushing SUMMER'S EVE,
“feminine deodorant” now available in “doctor recommended
vinegar and water.”
After
five minutes of Walking
Dead
or some other show I'll never see, comes commercial two:
Cut
to an elevator. A young guy-- whiter than Justin Bieber-- shares an
elevator with an older crewcut European-American... the latter very
boss looking.
“Sam,” says the boss, “glad you got the memo.”
“Sam,” says the boss, “glad you got the memo.”
Sam
looks at his phone. Sees MEETING CHANGED TO 8AM... in red... on the
screen. He puts his briefcase on the elevator ledge, opens it, pulls
out the Gillette Deodorant, runs it under his shirt... no sweat!
What
do these
commercials tell
the world? WHITE PEOPLE STINK.
Google
PRUDE
and
you have to scroll down mighty far before you see the first person
who isn't white. Clowns, prudes, nerds... these are the images that
the world has of white people. These are the images in the brains of
people who look at you as you shop for cereal or scratch your balls
on the street. Those are the glasses coloring the vision of everyone
you meet... or don't meet because they're afraid of you... or you
disgust them... because of your race.
What's
written in history books? What do we see? WHITE Vikings
slicing through the bodies of their helpless victims. Invading
flotillas of WHITE people, conquering the peaceful Redman
in America. European-American pilots dropping atomic bombs on
helpless Asians.
Check
out mass
murderers
for entry after entry of white people. Charles Manson, Timothy
McVeigh, The
Columbine Killers. Their white faces are splashed across every paper
in America. Think: Who are the killers? Answer: WHITE PEOPLE.
When
the world thinks of BLACK, they think NELSON
MANDELA, MUHAMMAD ALI,
or HILLARY CLINTON. Who do you think has an easier time entering the
Knicks' lockerroom, Jesse Jackson or Noam Chomsky? It's
BLACK-PRIVILEGE.
The
prude-clown-murderer... that's what the world thinks of
EUROPEAN-AMERICANS. Selective history, stereotypes, non-stop
bombardment with disparaging images... this has got to stop! I have a
plan.
Put
it in a museum. A single place... a monument to European-American
stereotypes and cliches. The Betty Boops, the Bozo the Clowns, the
John Wayne Gacys, the Elmer Gantrys. The statues of naked whiteboys
with granite preserved genitalia. White boys as nutty professors and
white boys nailed to a cross. WHITE HINDRANCE. Most
European-Americans don't even know they've got it.
When
people ask why European-Americans need their own safe spaces... point
to that museum.
When they ask why white people can't associate with everyone else... or act in a human way... point to that museum. When people call that white kid THE CLASS CLOWN or say HE GOT AWAY WITH MURDER, it's time to call them out... to bring 'em to that museum.
Part
2 Stripping:
BOOM
chaka BOOM chaka BOOM BOOM. The speakers blast at the usual levels.
An inch and a half from my nose is a coffee colored ass. I can see
every pimple... every spot of rippled flesh... every raised bump,
looking like an unpeeled orange at nose level. Here in Miami, it's
all the way. No pasties, no bikini bottoms, you got it all... the
whole kit... the whole caboodle. I reach forward to put a bill on
that little shelf where the beautiful brown buttocks wiggling in
front of me attaches itself to her body.
I
pucker my lips and place a smackeroo on the right cheek. Her face
turns to me. She smiles. I put another dollar up there as I kiss the
other cheek.
She turns around, showing me her shaved taco... looking tight as a
Florida parking space.
I
look up at her. Her perfectly styled hair, curled to flow just past
her shoulders. I look at her face... her smile. I
look into her eyes... I see it... a negative it... something missing.
Her smile is there, but something about those eyes. Like I'm a
vampire looking into a mirror. No refection....blank... like the
light behind those eyes dimmed... flickered... went out.
Something
is dead in there. Something that her life... this display... this
parody of love... has hurt. Every night... how many different lips on
those ass cheeks. How many rides on how many laps? How much has what
should be so close, become so mundane... so ordinary? Going beyond
sadness... this enters the realm of something closer to death... to
murder.
I
feel my body begin to drip with sweat. I look around the room at the
sad old men... the just post teens... the jocks out for a night of
beer... at whose expense? This girl... looking at me...smiling...
dead smiling.
What
a load of bullshit! From the red I
to
the
red g
in smiling.
What I wrote above is what feminists and Christians want to hear. And
it's a lie.
I
love strippers. I know strippers. I know the NYU students who would
rather strip than waitress tables for a bunch of hipsters. I know the
Thai strippers who would rather shoot an egg out of their twat than
serve one au
benedict to
some farang tourist lady with no chin.
Human
trafficking? You want human
trafficking?
Check the nail salons. That's where you'll find it. Check the maids,
the au pairs, the people catering to the rich. More strippers like
their jobs than do Walmart associates....
MANY more.
The
only reason liberals and Christians get on their high horses about
strippers (or prostitutes, for that matter), is SEX. Get it? Sex is
bad! MEN are bad. These girls service men with sex... no one would do
that willingly, right? It MUST be human trafficking.
Yeah,
right.
No
matter who has control, the PRUDES win. Liberal or conservative, the
prudes, yeah the WHITE prudes, win.
ENDNOTES:
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→Thanks
dept: I
want to thank my pal Tony “Anonymous Boy” Arena for telling me
about the Jim
Crow Museum
that inspired the White Cliché Museum I wrote about in this blog. Tony also told me that Betty Boop was originally black! Hollywood whitened her up to make her more acceptable to the general population. It doesn't change anything in what I wrote, but it is an interesting bit of history.
-->Deep
in the Heart Dept pt 1: California
Republican Shannon
Grove said
that the first rain after a Texas drought was God thanking the
legislature for the passage of a strict anti-abortion bill. Grove
talks about the night of the passage:
“It
rained that night,” she said. “God's hand is in the affairs of
man.”
-->Deep
in the Heart Dept pt 2:
Texas police forced 7
and 8 year old sisters
to shut down their lemonade stand because they didn't have a permit.
They reportedly were raising money to buy a Father's Day gift, but
the police said they needed to apply for a permit “because of
bacteria that can grow in lemonade.”
-->
Deep
in the Heart Dept pt 3:
Rick
Allgeyer
was the Director of research in the Texas Health and Human Services
Commission. He co-authored an article for the New
England Journal of Medicine on
how state cuts to Planned Parenthood have reduced the ability of
women to get health care.
He
was fired when the article appeared.
-->Nice
new suit dept:
Chicago cop Robert
Rialmo
murdered a 19 year old colored guy who had no weapon. He also killed
a neighbor "by accident." Now the cop is... get this...
suing the estate of the kid he killed for 10 million dollars. Why? He
suffered "extreme emotional trauma" because of the deaths
and he blames the kid for "forcing him to shoot."
--->Where
exactly are you putting that pen dept:
The BIC
company has
announced a new line of pens called "For Her." They come in
pastel colors and are thinner than normal bic pens. They're also
about 70% more expensive. Predictably, reaction has been cynical.
-->Going
to your head dept: Massachusetts'
law prohibits wearing hats or head covering in driver's license
pictures unless, "they're worn for religious purposes."
So
Lindsay Miller shows up wearing a pasta strainer on her head and
demands a picture. Why? She's a PASTAFARIAN. After a
threat of
a court case, the Massachusetts DMV relented and she got her picture.
The
actual name of the sect is "Church of the Flying Spaghetti
Monster."
Wait
for MY picture with a nylon stocking over my head. "Robin Hood
Church of Bank Robbery."
Got
any other ideas?
-->
Keeping
the Pressure on Dept:
I want to thank reader George Metesky for suggesting a continuing
Bring Back Mykel effort directed at Maximum Rock'n'Roll for censoring
me.
As
their revolving editrixes move on to commercial ventures, each blames
her predecessors for my demise... as if they had no control over the
business... and couldn't simply invite me back.
Send
your comments to
mrr@maximumrocknroll.com (or
post on their facebook
page)
with the subject line: BRING BACK MYKEL! Let me know how they answer.
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