Someone, Please Explain To Me...

Thoroughly, as though I'm five.

Do we not remember what happens when “whites only” becomes a thing? Allow me to produce Exhibit A, Your Honor.

West Virginia.

Enough said. Except it seems it isn’t, according to some assholes in Arkansas, who are somewhere between a KKK start-up and a cult in the making. These fucking idiots have really started a “whites only” “township”, which in all reality is just some scrub pines, a few dirt patches, and a family of feral cats.

Can someone call animal control and get the cats out of there? They don’t need to see this fucking trainwreck.

I digress.

Listen, I have really been trying to leave this racism thing alone right now because I think we all know how fucking ignorant I get about Cletus and Minnie Pearl cutting eye holes in their pillowcases on a Saturday night. They’re really pushing me with this shit now, though, and I can’t make any promises about the duration with which I’ll be able to keep my fucking cool.

If you think that a minority is to blame for your problems in life, because they stole your job, or your wife, or your grandaddies F-150, let me introduce you to what is otherwise known as a politician.

In this case, think of your state governor. Unless you’re in Florida, you can sit this one out. I know, he makes me want to vomit compulsively, also.

Politicians accept bribes from, or are “lobbying for”, various companies and interest groups. They in turn pass laws in favor of those who are bribing them.

Like DeSantis and the midnight voting in favor of Arnold Palmer’s golf course group to pave over wildlife preservation areas here in the Great State of Florida.

Or DeSantis and his construction homies who were paid hundreds of millions of dollars to build a “detainment center” in the Keys, which has detained exactly zero fucking people.

Or DeSantis and his vile ogress of a wife and her “charity” fleecing 50 mil from the Great State of Florida.

I could continue, but I’m sure you get my point.

See, those people have a great deal of interest in making sure you never blame them for the fact you can’t pay your mortgage, or your job just downsized you out of work, or you can’t feed your kids on your paycheck while simultaneously paying your light bill.

And because of that, they need a villain. A great big, horrible, villain to shoulder the blame for all of the problems in your life that can never be blamed on people like DeSantis and his cronies, so instead, let’s blame migrant workers. Or Black people. Or women. Or Canadians. Or who the fuck ever the flavor of the week is, just don’t look behind this curtain, says the Great and Powerful Oz.

I urge you, though, have a look.

Look at the pasty and cowardly bitch behind the curtain and see his ignorant ass for all of his splendor.

I assure you, once you have a good, long look at the puppeteer, it isn’t hard to understand how he makes the marionettes dance. You just have to want to see it.

Of course, if you truly feel in your heart of hearts that the woman who carried a baby in a sling from Ecuador to Texas just to pick strawberries is really the fucking problem, no glance behind the curtain will help you.

Go on and choose your plot in Arkansas.

But you better take your own fucking feral cat. I’m getting the other ones out of there, pronto.

-Q