2011年8月16日 Morning stiffies

Almost everyday I wake up with that throbbing stiffness. Unfortunately it is not due to a massive erection where both hands are required to subdue the beast. Rather it is that same on-going problem with my knee: PVNS. In this case, it is actually the post surgery physical therapy that is stressing my knee out. Yet, PVNS is still the original cause for the stiffness, albeit indirectly this time.

This morning I realized that I am just as bad as a Korean owned store owner: I'm a closet bigot, although I actually think Koreans are less closet about it than I am. My reasoning for this is simple. I don't trust white people, Indians, both the alcoholic ones and the ones that look like a sniper with laser sights have them targeted for a head-shot, most blacks who are not Pacific Northwest natives, Asian people who don't think Russians are Asians, and hipsters.

I thought about this on my way to work. It's not considered racist or bigoted to think white-trash people are low-life inbred mother fuckers, but when one says the same thing about blacks, OH MY G-D! We're all a bunch of racists! Then I thought about it. There isn't a clear-cut way to really separate blacks into sub-divisions or groups, like white people.

Coming from a guy whose ancestry
is Italian.

Is there hope? No, but there is love. That love forever goes to the magical group called, the "I'm an American, fuck off." group. This group does not tolerate "African-American," "Irish-American," "Jew-American," it's either "American" - and for those who can't say it correctly, we'll also take "I'm a 'Merican!" too - or get the fuck out.

The problem is that the diversity, to me, has allowed racism to explode further and in fact promotes it. I like diversity with certain things, especially with porno, guns, and beer, but I think the problem is that a lot, if not most of these communities refuse to allow a newcomer in. This is especially true with most eastern-Asians. You'll also notice that a lot of Asian families, regardless of how progressive they are, are almost totally against having whitey come in to the family, especially if he or she doesn't speak the language. Even then, they'll still be racist.

At the end of the day, or start rather, I am happy that I am not some guido-goomba-mick-bastard (see above picture). Am I stiff on this issue? Actually no. I just wish I wasn't the only person to be blamed. I know where I come from, and I know what labels apply. I'm a Caucasian, which is like being Asian, except they are without cauc. More importantly I'm an American citizen, which means my country has done more important things than some gold-medal Olympian from a country that is barely able to support anyone but the top 1 percent. How their country has pride, I have no idea. Am I angry?

Only for the double-standards, triple-standards, and being told it's not okay lecture a girl-friend or spouse, when that's what they've been doing the whole time!

This is why baseball is an important sport. It's not just going to be about one player the whole time, because that one player can't carry the team. Everyone has different skills, just like hot-wiring a stolen car, yes it is useful, but not here, at least not yet.

I also like the Chewbacca defense.

Race - with a big arrrR - isn't really the issue, it's when people use it as a defense mechanism for their own short-comings conversationally, or in the bed-room. Worse, it sucks, all 10 inches worth, when someone doesn't even bother to man the fuck up towards issues that bother them, race or otherwise, and then they blame those who are already comfortable. Since no one actually trusts anyone, nothing really gets done and things go to shit. Brought to you by nations still friends with France.

If anything my daily behavior is probably confusing. When I drive around blasting music I generally listen to country music and late 80's early 90's gangsta rap on the same CD. I also listen to metal often, and while I don't like mentioning it that often, when I'm driving at night on empty roads I listen to Gary Numan. What is confusing about this, is that when I'm listening to rap I generally wear an unbuttoned long-sleeve flannel shirt, and a trucker cap. Am I honoring diversity? Almost, I need a black-midget-pink-mohakwed-Jewish-SS-bolt-tattoo'd girlfriend and then I'm set. She also has to be wearing a sequin miniskirt.

I woke up too fucking early this morning.

And I still haven't had my coffee.