Victim - 'Hood | Born Incorrect

EUROCENTRIC RAG by Robert Mezey

Stolen From Chronicles Magazine

I make alot of money and I have a perfect tan;
I wear Armani clothing, I'm a very fancy Dan;
I've dominated women ever since the world began–
Yes, I'm phallocentric, logocentric, Eurocentric Man!

Oppression is my favorite sport, I play it with élan,
And I scorn the weak and womanish, the sloth, the also-ran;
Let them forage for their dinner from my silver garbage can
And thank their generous benefactor, Eurocentric Man,

I've conquered everybody from Peru to Hindustan
And I make 'em speak my language, though they rarely can;
I'm the king, the pope, the CEO, the chieftain of the clan–
Yes, I'm phallologo, logophallo, Eurocentric Man!

The beauty with the hothouse grapes, the young boy with the fan
Are only minor luxuries, like my Silver Cloud sedan;
I bet you're very curious about my Master Plan,
For I'm your nightmare, haunting, taunting, Eurocentric Man!

Multiculturally speaking, white males...all white males, are born politically incorrect. If a white male expects to survive the relentless assault by these diversity dimwits he must accept this as an inescapable fact of nature. It's the first, vital, step in his survival plan. Inherent white male incorrectness exists, because these multicultural morons define, categorize, everybody based certain immutable traits, traits issued to each individual at birth. For white males the two primary traits are skin pigmentation and gender. Other traits can include: ethnicity, national origin, sexual orientation and in extreme cases Vietnam Veteran status. To the PC set, each white male represents, is responsible for, all thoughts, words and actions - real or imaginary - by all white males throughout history. Furthermore, Whitey is responsible for any, all, thoughts words and actions the PC set claim white males perpetrated. Granted, it's very a impressive trap, but only if Whitey lets the properly-hyphenated define him.

Before we can deal with a survival strategy, we must take a closer look at a few key elements from this multicultural mania. Multiculturalism - political correctness - is built on the philosophical quicksand called 'group think'. Under this concept, each person is assigned to the proper group, based on one of the immutable traits I mentioned earlier. Once properly hyphenated, the proud new multiculturalist sheds his or her troublesome individuality, including individual responsibility for one's own actions. In return, the aspiring group member receives their assigned group's - tribe is much more accurate - predetermined attitudes, language, rituals, and sensitivities. This is sometimes called 'immersing yourself in your proper culture'. Most elements of this tribal identity are only annoying, but it's this tribal sensitivity that represents the group think movement's primary weapon.

As Charles Sykes points out in his excellent book 'A Nation of Victims', the tribal moron - he prefers the term 'victim' - measures his oppression based on his 'feelings' about what his oppressor (that's you, Whitey) does, says or thinks. Yes, sports fans, properly hyphenated tribe members in good standing are automatically rendered telepathic when it comes to reading an oppressor's hidden thoughts. Sykes explains that "once feelings are established as the barometer of acceptable behavior, speech (and by extension, thought) becomes only as free as the most sensitive group permits." If Whitey is foolish enough to try and 'discuss it'. Sykes reports that these alleged victims have an answer for that, too. " The new victimist politics' core dogma proclaims that only members in good standing from recognized victim groups can understand their own suffering...Any criticism or questioning from non-victims (not from the victim's specific tribe) is rejected out of hand as an act of disrespect and insensitivity." Not even the fabled Catch-22 compares to this goodie. Hold on to your hat, buckaroo, the best is yet to come. Sykes exposes the proverbial fine print in this multicultural 'gotcha' by pointing out that "Injustice becomes highly subjective (each group defines it differently) so no objective, commonly held standard is possible."

Let's go over the high points of this multicultural Catch-22, in case they ask at the trial:

(1) There are no objective standards and each group has its own set of 'gotchas'.

(2) If you insult, oppress, any member of a tribe, you oppress/insult the whole tribe.

(3) Politically incorrect behavior (yours) is measured by sensitivities, feelings (theirs).

(4) At any given instant in time, a given tribe's sensitivity is established by the feelings of the most sensitive member of that tribe.

The concept 'most sensitive member of that tribe' is the multicultural Sword of Damocles hanging, precariously, by the tattered, frequently-broken thread of tribal sensitivity over a white male's head (militant feminists prefer to hang this deadly blade a tad lower on offending males) when he interacts with a card carrying tribal moron. Let's be real, OK! No matter how hard Whitey tries...No matter how conscientious Whitey is...No matter how frantically Whitey stays tuned to the tribal sensitivity currently in vogue, he'll never pass muster on item number 4. No white male will pass this sensitivity test with the likes of Catherine MacKinnon, Andrea Dworkin, Malik Zulu Shabazz, Louis Farrakhan, and their counterparts on the lunatic fringe of other tribal movements. Hell, it's extremely unlikely that any white male would pass 'multicultural sensitivity' with such mainstream tribalists as Gloria Steinem, Gloria Allred, Al Sharpton, Maxine Waters and Je$$e Jackson

By now, some of you are screaming the traditional obscenities at your favorite freelance philosopher, me. In the spirit of multicultural sensitivity, I'll say, 'I feel your pain'. OK, so maybe John Q. Whitey won't meet Malik, Catherine, Andrea, Louis, Al, Gloria's one and two, or Je$$e. I never said that any of them were the ultimate in tribal sensitivity. In fact, I'll go on record, right now, and tell you that it's among the properly-hyphenated rank and file that we find the most exaggerated sensitivities. Malik, Catherine, et al, are well-educated people, something John and Jane Q. Tribalist rarely are. When it comes to irrational sensitivities, Malik and company don't even come close to these unsung heroes of victimism.

Given the unalterable fact that Whitey is pronounced guilty, at birth, there's no earthly reason to play this alleged Political Correctness Game, a game which is rigged to make Whitey a perpetual loser. The whole point of this P.C. Game is to get the white male to play. If he doesn't play their game, they lose! Think about it...They're going to say the same stuff about Whitey, in any case, so why would he torture himself by trying maneuver through their emotionally triggered mine field? To quote the computer in the movie 'War Games', 'Interesting game' The only winning move is not to play'.

The English language is crammed full of fabulous words and I love every damn one of them. Words like 'mutant', 'moron', 'cretin' had to be created with these PC jerks in mind. When I encounter a superbly constructed individual of the female persuasion, the only appropriate word is 'babe'. That 900 pound bozo blocking the brewskie aisle isn't 'gravitationally-challenged', he's 'fat' and he's in the god damn way. I call him 'Hippo Breath' and tell him to get his fat butt the hell out of him way. When someone of the female persuasion runs a red light and nearly totals my car, the word I shout is 'bitch'. If, like me, you were born incorrect, be a man, use the full spectrum of words at your disposal. No matter how hard these tribal pinheads try to deny it, every individual is responsible for their own actions and, when you feel the irrepressible urge to 'enlighten' them, do it! Don't let the hyphenated horde take words out of your mouth. Stand up, say what you want to say, the way you choose to say it and let them be as 'offended' as they god damn want.

If, like me, you're John Q. Whitey, here's some unsolicited advice. The chronically oppressed created their own personal hell with their hypersensitivity, making it their problem, not yours. Go out there and have some fun setting off your neighborhood whiner. At a loss for words? Try this for starters: "Your irrational, insanely-exaggerated sensitivities are not my responsibility."

–T.D. Treat