
“thanks brother, with this mindmedicine, i’ll never have to visit any chinaman doctor. aye, gone be the day where i must see a man of the very same lineage as the chinee that have overrun our campus for to cure my ailments. educating them chinee and hindoo have weakened our stock. yes, but your efforts with this urine mixture and distribution device will restore us to our glorious place on the hill.”
i write for hardboiled. shit, i am “assistant managing editor” or whatever. i had some internal gulliness/confusion over whether writing fot the asian pacific american magazine was cool or not. i realized that it was just an internalizing of all the crackers that i know who either implicitly or explicitly questioned the validity of a newsmag “for asians, by asians.” inevitably, someone would bring up the whole “well why dont white people get to have clubs.”
shut your motherfuckin hole, asswad, the whole world is the white people club.
then, as i was flying high on hate, i identified the group at berkeley that (only by appearance and snap judgments) i would most likely go on a crusade against.
the fuckin swimmers. jesus, talk about all look same. and they almost all have this swagger…wow.
anyyyway,
white people do have their own clubs:
post 3 at daft crunk is up…mehhhh.
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