A truism that has often been repeated in various forms is “hate hurts the hater far more than it does those they hate.” Historians, psychologists, anthropologists and other learned individuals — given the sharper perspective of time and distance — will one day examine the tRump era (that prayerfully is soon coming to a close) and scratch their collective head in wonderment.
They will attempt to discern a question for the ages: What made a relatively large cohort of somewhat educated, indeed largely privileged, and seemingly sane individuals, willingly (indeed with alacrity, aplomb and gusto) turn upon themselves and put their own — and their own offspring’s — lives in jeopardy at the behest of an outright charlatan that repeatedly expressed disdain, contempt and ridicule for them?
We are in the midst of — bearing living witness to — a form of collective madness rarely seen in the annals of all known human existence. Millions of our fellow citizens are rushing headlong to place their short — and long — term health and wellbeing in jeopardy by ignoring (indeed flaunting) the warnings of the entire worldwide scientific community, and eschewing the wearing of masks and observing social distancing, in spite of a goodly number of their fellow travelers becoming sick while others of their ilk drop like flies.
When queried, their common response for why they are engaging in such dangerous behavior is their professed love for their orange-faced leader. But love doesn’t create such madness, only hate causes such obdurate lunacy. The fact that their Hitler is promising to protect them from what they have always hated, despised and perceived as their enemy — the black man — is the emotion that is driving their fanatic derangement.
So one of the greatest ironies in this history of mankind is currently playing out here in America in the year 2020: the haters that have for four centuries hated blacks with all of their shriveled hearts and meager souls are now being victimized by their own base, dastard and wicked emotions — emotions they attempted to infect the black race with.
Indeed, up until the 1970s, when the “Black is Beautiful” movement — punctuated by James Brown repeatedly shouting, “Say it loud, I’m black and I’m proud” — came along, white American culture had been to some greater or lesser degree successful in inculcating self-hatred into under- and uneducated blacks, which is why we still see too much pathological behavior in many inner-city communities as young blacks gun each other down with apparent glee. But in spite of the lurid and disheartening headlines, the actual incidents of such behaviors are in decline.
However, once the majority of blacks who had been fooled into hating themselves woke up to the fact this negativity was being forced on them by vicious whites who despised and wanted to see our race self-destruct, the haters had no vessels to pour their hatreds into, and it then remained within them, hollowing out their filthy hearts.
The plain truth — that few blacks willingly give voice to outside the race — is that we actually believe we are superior, not inferior, to those whites who harbor hatred for us. How can we not be?
To be so stupid as to hate someone for something so trivial and insignificant as their pigmentation — even if one is raised to believe such nonsense, once they gain their majority (provided of course they have the brainpower) they should grow out of it — is proof positive they’re not the moral or intellectual equal of those they hate.
So when these haters’ childish leader blows smoke up their collective ass by talking about what “good genes they have” he is lying to their faces, while they foolishly rush headlong to an apocalypse of their own making — rushing to their own deaths simply to prove how right he is, or conversely, how ignorant they are.
As for my part, I simply cannot bring myself to hate a group of people who are, in the final analysis, so uproariously and pathetically laughable.
