Phil Eiger Newmann, Red Lives Matter, 2020.
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I’m not much of a holiday-celebratin’ guy, but if I had to pick my favorite, it would probably be Thanksgiving, and merely for the basic gustatory pleasures it provides. I could eat turkey, stuffing, and sweet potatoes three times a day for the rest of my life and never tire of it.
But as with everything these days, there are legions of carcinogenically bitter social-justice scolds who have made it their fundamental project to squeeze the fun out of everything as if they wake up every morning hoping to choke a baby piglet to death. Read more …
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The Worst Week Yet: November 22-28, 2020
Phil Eiger Newmann, Dancing for Dollars, 2020.
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If white Americans kissed black America’s ass any harder, black America’s steatopygian ass would have a visible hickey — possibly even bleeding welts.
And yet the harder that white Americans try to appease blacks, blacks act less and less appeased.
While campaigning for the presidency in 2008, Barack Obama made a point of mentioning that he was black and that some people wouldn’t like the fact that he’s black. Read more …