You Wanted The Karens Gone. Now No One Will Speak To The Manager
In the face of recent social and political takes that seem to boil down to the unspoken, bipartisan agreement that white women are a scourge on society, I have now unapologetically redefined my standing in the culture war as a certified white woman respecter. It’s thankless work, but someone’s got to do it.
The white woman is the ultimate scapegoat. She is a miraculous feat in evolution; a masterful multi-tasker and multifaceted being. At the same time she is oppressing innocent people of color at the park or ruining the lives of minimum wage service workers, she’s also single handedly destroying the West with her libtarded ideals. She is both too racist and too tolerant; too conservative and too liberal. Ran through, but just needs a “good dicking” to reset to factory settings. She’s the American patsy—a punching bag to take our anger out on when things don’t go our way, when we need someone to blame, and when resentment needs a form.