When it rains, it snows
The above statement (the title) isn't universally true; in fact, so far I've only found it to be true during April when we are suffering from global warming that is destroying our planet, causing our growing season to come too early so that all our crops get killed off in a random spring snowstorm, subsequently raising the prices of fruits and vegetables worldwide and otherwise ravaging all the "freakin' beautiful animals" (courtesy of Tenacious D).
I took a supposed "implicit association test" (IAT) that determined whether or not I had a preference regarding the skin color of other people, specifically black or white (or "African American or European American," because white people only come from Europe and black people only come from Africa, duh, and of course they're all American). As it turned out, as a result of this test, which was basically a reflex test (hard to explain; it's basically putting words in categories, good or evil, and pictures of faces in categories, African American or European American), thus I don't understand how it actually calculates preference, but anyway as it turned out I have a "slight preference towards European Americans." Big shocker. I then got into an argument over whether or not that makes me racist, and the answer of course is no. Having a calculated "slight preference" towards white people, which I would say is accurate, does not make me racist. Liking Sprite does not make me a Coke hater. Liking brunettes does not make me a blond hater. Being heterosexual does not make me sexist against males. It's a preference. Everyone has preferences. Preferences are not racism, and they are not prejudice. Anyone who says with a straight face (except Stephen Colbert, who is freaking hilarious) that they disregard skin color is full of crap. It just so happens that "racism" is a hot issue, and anyone who doesn't conform to a monochromatic view of society is deemed racist. As one of the remaining sane members of America, I feel compelled to tell all the absurd band wagon civil rights activists to kindly shut the freak up.
For the record, Don Imus should not have been fired. I don't believe for a second that anyone was really offended by the "abominable" (thanks Al Sharpton, you idiot) comment he made on the air recently. It wasn't slanderous or mean-spirited; people just like to make a big fuss over a little issue (or a mountain out of a mole hill, as the expression goes).
I bet you wouldn't know it, but the time gap between this paragraph and the last one is about four hours. Normally I finish a blog post of good lenght in about 25-30 minutes, but this one has been stretching on nearly forever. Alas, amid my creative flow it was brought to my attention that our house is now home to a subterranean lake, so I was forced to abandon writing for a while and take action against the nefarious water pooled up in the basement. It was all to no avail. Despite my foolish attempt at bailing some of it out, the water level remains the same. It seems the water table has risen above the level of our basement, resulting in pond-like conditions. Lots of stuff got wet. The sun is being lax in its duties, and quite frankly it is beginning to perturb me. If it doesn't get its act together, I'm going to have to go up there and give it a verbal tooling.
I was going on and on about racism earlier, and I meant to give a shout out to Branch Rickey, the man who actually broke the color barrier in Major League Baseball. What people fail to realize these days is that it took a white guy, a terrible, horrible, racist, European-American white guy, to desegregate baseball. I give props to Jackie Robinson, he was a good ballplayer and he took a lot of abuse, but I think the recent 60th anniversary sensationalism is a bit out of hand, what with the universal retiring of his number and all. Mariano Rivera looks dang good in number 42, but alas, he's the last player in baseball that will ever wear it.
After like a jillion interruptions, I can't even remember what I was thinking about. The basement is really wet. I'm not racist. That's kind of the point of what I was saying before. My boss blog skills can't even save me from a derailed train of thought. What a bummer. At least summer is on it's way, even if it is preceded by a monsoon.
Demolition Lovers is a great song.
The End
I took a supposed "implicit association test" (IAT) that determined whether or not I had a preference regarding the skin color of other people, specifically black or white (or "African American or European American," because white people only come from Europe and black people only come from Africa, duh, and of course they're all American). As it turned out, as a result of this test, which was basically a reflex test (hard to explain; it's basically putting words in categories, good or evil, and pictures of faces in categories, African American or European American), thus I don't understand how it actually calculates preference, but anyway as it turned out I have a "slight preference towards European Americans." Big shocker. I then got into an argument over whether or not that makes me racist, and the answer of course is no. Having a calculated "slight preference" towards white people, which I would say is accurate, does not make me racist. Liking Sprite does not make me a Coke hater. Liking brunettes does not make me a blond hater. Being heterosexual does not make me sexist against males. It's a preference. Everyone has preferences. Preferences are not racism, and they are not prejudice. Anyone who says with a straight face (except Stephen Colbert, who is freaking hilarious) that they disregard skin color is full of crap. It just so happens that "racism" is a hot issue, and anyone who doesn't conform to a monochromatic view of society is deemed racist. As one of the remaining sane members of America, I feel compelled to tell all the absurd band wagon civil rights activists to kindly shut the freak up.
For the record, Don Imus should not have been fired. I don't believe for a second that anyone was really offended by the "abominable" (thanks Al Sharpton, you idiot) comment he made on the air recently. It wasn't slanderous or mean-spirited; people just like to make a big fuss over a little issue (or a mountain out of a mole hill, as the expression goes).
I bet you wouldn't know it, but the time gap between this paragraph and the last one is about four hours. Normally I finish a blog post of good lenght in about 25-30 minutes, but this one has been stretching on nearly forever. Alas, amid my creative flow it was brought to my attention that our house is now home to a subterranean lake, so I was forced to abandon writing for a while and take action against the nefarious water pooled up in the basement. It was all to no avail. Despite my foolish attempt at bailing some of it out, the water level remains the same. It seems the water table has risen above the level of our basement, resulting in pond-like conditions. Lots of stuff got wet. The sun is being lax in its duties, and quite frankly it is beginning to perturb me. If it doesn't get its act together, I'm going to have to go up there and give it a verbal tooling.
I was going on and on about racism earlier, and I meant to give a shout out to Branch Rickey, the man who actually broke the color barrier in Major League Baseball. What people fail to realize these days is that it took a white guy, a terrible, horrible, racist, European-American white guy, to desegregate baseball. I give props to Jackie Robinson, he was a good ballplayer and he took a lot of abuse, but I think the recent 60th anniversary sensationalism is a bit out of hand, what with the universal retiring of his number and all. Mariano Rivera looks dang good in number 42, but alas, he's the last player in baseball that will ever wear it.
After like a jillion interruptions, I can't even remember what I was thinking about. The basement is really wet. I'm not racist. That's kind of the point of what I was saying before. My boss blog skills can't even save me from a derailed train of thought. What a bummer. At least summer is on it's way, even if it is preceded by a monsoon.
Demolition Lovers is a great song.
The End
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