Freedom of Dissociation Must Become A Right

I opine today in vigorous concord and comity with Mr. Ekow N. Yankaw and all the wonderful people who write for and edit The New York Times. It’s very rarely that I read an article on The New York Times and nod along agreeing. It’s even more uncommon, almost unheard of, to hear them so effectively amplify a point made by the profoundly and fearlessly observant John Derbyshire.

(10) Thus, while always attentive to the particular qualities of individuals, on the many occasions where you have nothing to guide you but knowledge of those mean differences, use statistical common sense:
(10a) Avoid concentrations of blacks not all known to you personally.
(10b) Stay out of heavily black neighborhoods.
(10c) If planning a trip to a beach or amusement park at some date, find out whether it is likely to be swamped with blacks on that date (neglect of that one got me the closest I have ever gotten to death by gunshot).
(10d) Do not attend events likely to draw a lot of blacks.
(10e) If you are at some public event at which the number of blacks suddenly swells, leave as quickly as possible.
(10f) Do not settle in a district or municipality run by black politicians.
(10g) Before voting for a black politician, scrutinize his/her character much more carefully than you would a white.
(10h) Do not act the Good Samaritan to blacks in apparent distress, e.g., on the highway.
(10i) If accosted by a strange black in the street, smile and say something polite but keep moving.

In other words, John Derbyshire just doesn’t believe blacks and whites can consistantly get along on a daily basis. Of course this was the heights of utter heresy. He got fired, and then publicly condemned. Repeatedly. By the people he used to work with.

So none of the Thinking People, The Scholars of Perspicacious Intellect, The Tolerant Ones, The Voices of Eternal Reason (or at least ineffable tenure at some #SJW sinecure) could possibly buttress John Derbyshire’s view of the world. Oh, wait

It is impossible to convey the mixture of heartbreak and fear I feel for him. Donald Trump’s election has made it clear that I will teach my boys the lesson generations old, one that I for the most part nearly escaped. I will teach them to be cautious, I will teach them suspicion, and I will teach them distrust. Much sooner than I thought I would, I will have to discuss with my boys whether they can truly be friends with white people.

He has no choice, you see. He has to give his children…!THE TALK! Now to listen to the media, we can only believe one of these people is correct. And we know which one the The Thinking People, The Righteous Ones, The Grand Torquemadas of Love and Tolerance, tell us that decent Amerikans are enjoined to support. Well let me offer you an option that isn’t on the menu amongst those who hate you so much they get upset anytime white people breed amongst their own kind.

Agree with both of them. If Ekow N. Yankah simply can’t bring himself to have his precious offspring around my boy because any child of mine is tainted by The Caucasian Persuasion, then that is certainly his right. The Little League Baseball Team, The Municipal Youth Orchestra, the Korean Language and Culture School and the Religious Private School my son attends will all find a way to stagger forward absent the blessed, enlightened seed of Ekow N. Yankah, The High Lama of Blackity-Black-Black-Black. I understand. That stuff is just homestyle down here amongst the ‘Baca Chawing Hicks down here in Madison County, AL. Exposing his saintly offspring to this sort of inbred, cousin-screwing in the outhouse Crackashit would have the poor young tyke playing the counterpoint to the banjo jingle from the movie Deliverance.

Go away Ekow N. Yankah. Don’t let the White Man’s door hit your ass on the way out. Nobody is calling you up 24 hours a day and saying “Please Ekow N. Yankah, bless us with your precious diversity!” You know, we honkey mofos managed a thing or two without your coruscating brilliance to light the higher path for us. When a couple of your by-blows comes up with stuff like this, get back to me about how my kids aren’t good enough to play with one of yours. I mean, these white people are downright scary.

Euclidean geometry. Parabolic geometry. Hyperbolic geometry. Projective geometry. Differential geometry. Calculus: Limits, continuity, differentiation, integration. Physical chemistry. Organic chemistry. Biochemistry. Classical mechanics. The indeterminacy principle. The wave equation. The Parthenon. The Anabasis. Air conditioning. Number theory. Romanesque architecture. Gothic architecture. Information theory. Entropy. Enthalpy. Every symphony ever written. Pierre Auguste Renoir. The twelve-tone scale. The mathematics behind it, twelfth root of two and all that. S-p hybrid bonding orbitals. The Bohr-Sommerfeld atom. The purine-pyrimidine structure of the DNA ladder. Single-sideband radio. All other radio. Dentistry. The internal-combustion engine. Turbojets. Turbofans. Doppler beam-sharpening. Penicillin. Airplanes. Surgery. The mammogram. The Pill. The condom. Polio vaccine. The integrated circuit. The computer. Football. Computational fluid dynamics. Tensors. The Constitution. Euripides, Sophocles, Aristophanes, Aeschylus, Homer, Hesiod. Glass. Rubber. Nylon. Skyscrapers. The piano. The harpsichord. Elvis. Acetylcholinesterase inhibitors. (OK, that’s nerve gas, and maybe we didn’t really need it.) Silicone. The automobile. Really weird stuff, like clathrates, Buckyballs, and rotaxanes. The Bible. Bug spray. Diffie-Hellman, public-key cryptography, and RSA. Et cetera at great length.

I think the only thing that fix the utter tragedy of your children being tainted with the musty, backwoods stink of mine is a new civil right. One that will help our society become a whole heck of a lot more civil than your bigoted screed in The New York Times, Mr. Ekow N. Yankah. We need Freedom of Association. You get the right to ban me and mine from any activity you can plan, build and operate on your own. Any business you start, I don’t have to be allowed through the door. Any church you and yours found has no obligation to give the sick degenerates of my phenotype any membership or sacrament. I see no reason you should even have me and my kind in any neighborhood you can buy up and build up. If you don’t want me around, I’m not begging for your company.

In return: I can banish you. I can never have to pay for the illegitimate kids that comprise 80% of your race’s cohort in Modern Amerika. I don’t believe they are good enough to be friends with my kids. I just don’t believe decent White People can trust the little bastards. Martin Luther King, Jr had a dream that we would all judge people by the content of their characters and not the color of their skins. If you want him to put the bong down and wake up and smell the asphalt; we’re good Brother Man. If Rodney King asks you “Can’t we all just get along?” and you say not until you get off the dope and the welfare, Knee-Grow, rave the fvck on John Dunne!

If you, Mr. Ekow N. Yankah; are ready to acknowledge that tribe, race, genetic heritage and cultural home training all impact character and therefore should be taken account when judging character than congratulations! Ekow N. Yankah, your Alt-Right Certificate of Rudimentary Intellectual Achievement is waiting for you right here at Your Kewpie Doll is in your email inbox. Make it your mascot when you tell us all more hate truths over at The Gnu Yawwk Times. Or, if you are just another BLM hypocritical bullshitter, than I denounce you for the shrivel-dick, huckstering, psuedo-intellectual posuer that you are and hereby publically condemn The New York Times for publishing a man with the proximate IQ of a rotting pomegranate. And in conclusion, I’ve had about enough of singing kumbaya with these malignant hating blackguards hell-bent on White Genocide.

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