Can you provide a link to Svigor’s comments on the main page: He’s the best writer on this site.

“Well, racist dogs are a real thing, anyway.”

This is interesting. If dogs can be ‘racist’ how can race be a social construct?

“Punching down” is a metaphor popularized and employed almost exclusively by people who have never had to throw an actual punch.

can’t wait until jeb bush tears our hillary’s sclerotic heart on the top of the nueva york huitzilopochtli pyramid.

serried ranks of mormolmecs standing at attention in blue suits and flayed democratic staffer skins, clutching macuahuitls with sharpened iphone screen chunks as the blades

-BB

SCENE: NAACP headquarters in Baltimore, Maryland. A large open room with large desks in ranks; each holds a computer (either a battered 386 or a glossy black Mac,) a wad of yellow paper, and a cheap plastic phone.]

B. JEALOUS enters wearing a pinstripe suit and unconvincing beard.

BJ: Are they all here?

A JEW: All but one.

BJ: I’m going anyway. (to Jesse Jackson) PUT THAT FORTY DOWN!

JACKSON: (scoffs)

BJ: Forty’s for closers only. Do you think I’m fucking with you, motherfucker? I am not fucking with you. I’m here from Foggy Bottom. I’m here from Barack and Michelle. And I’m here on a mission of mercy. Your name’s Jackson?

JACKSON: Yeah.

BJ: You call yourself a race man, you son of a bitch?

CORNELL WEST: I don’t haaaaaave…. to listen to this jive-ass….. motherfuckin’ shiznitt!!

BJ: You certainly don’t, pal. Because the good news is, you’re fired. The bad news is you’ve got, all you negroes got, just one week to regain your jobs, starting tonight. Starting with tonight’s MSNBC spots. Oh, have I got your attention now? Good. ‘Cause we’re adding a little something to this month’s race contest. As you all know, first prize is a Cadillac Escalade with maroon leather seats and neon tracking on the running board. Second prize’s a neck clock. Third prize is you’re fired. You get the picture? You’re laughing now? You got leads. Barack and Michelle paid good money. Get their names to hustle them! You can’t close the leads you’re given, you can’t close shit, you ARE shit, hit the bricks pal and beat it ’cause you are going out!

JACKSON: The leads are weak.

BJ: The leads are weak? Your flow is weak.

AL SHARPTON: What’s your name?

BJ: FUCK YOU, MOTHERFUCKER! That’s my name! You drove a Hyundai to be here tonight, and I ghost-rode a Hyundai lowrider with 22 inch chrome spinnaz and an 800 lb woofer that I bought from Eastern Motors. That’s my name!

(BJ flips over a negro-board)

BJ: A-B-C. A, always. B, be. C, colored. ALWAYS BE COLORED! A-I-D-A. A, African. I-Ignorant. D-Dangerous. A-Assholes. AFRICAN-AMERICAN IGNORANT DANGEROUS ASSHOLES! African: are you niggers or not? Ignorant: don’t let faggot facts get in your way! Dangerous: smash shit to get shit! Assholes: don’t shut up for even a second! It’s fuck or walk, close those cracka bitches or hit the bricks! You think those journalists came to your press conference because they like Compton? Chicks who write for HuffPo don’t come by ‘nlest they need someone to yell “DAS RACIS!” Sitting out there waiting to give you other people’s money. Are you gonna take it?

(to Sharpton) What’s your problem? You, Sharpton.

SHARPTON: Yo’ such a hero, you got dem shine rim an dem big-face hunneds, why you wastin’ yo’ time comin’ down heah to talk to a bunch of GLORIOUS, RIGHTEOUS bums such as these particularly specific individuals, meaning, as one might say, us?

(BJ sits and takes off his icy grill)

BJ: You see this grill? You see it?

SHARPTON: Yeah.

BJ: This grill cost more than Tawana Bradley’s settlement. I made $450,000 in salary, a mill in protection money, and an undisclosed sum in kickbacks for minority set-aside contract chicanery last year. That’s who I am. And you’re nothing. You’re all fucking clowns! Only Boomers still care about your minstrel show. I can go into the office of the president of Columbia University tomorrow and get $50 million for a diversity center. Can you? Bunch of niggaz sitting around in a bar. (in a mocking whitey voice) “Oh yes Chadwick, I used to be a race man, it’s a tough racket.”

(BJ takes out large stack of black index cards tied together with string from his briefcase) These are the new leads. These are the NGO bond-issuing agency leads. And to you, they’re dat chedda. And you don’t get them. Because to give them to you is just throwing them away. (BJ hands the stack to JEW.) They’re for closers.

BJ: And to answer your question, motherfucker: why am I here? I came here because Barack and Michelle asked me to, they asked me for a favor. I said, the real favor, follow my advice and fire your motherfucking isnass because bitches get stitches, and a nigger is a nigger. YEAH NIGGA YEAH DAT GREY POUPON

(a Maybach rolls in and BJ gets in; thundering bass heard from within as it peels out)

Please add a wordfilter to substitute “Ibragim Todashev” with “the Chechen Michael Brown” in all future posts and comments.

Ashe Dryden is a fine example of that diverse group known as the "People of [dyed hair] Color".

The Wrong Side of Herstory!

"Pageviews by Old Users" thanks for rubbing it in Steve

I think I remember Mangan writing that he voluntarily selected an option in the blogging software that would prevent his posts from showing up in public search results. Of course I can't find where he wrote this for that exact reason.

Lawrence Auster arrives in Heaven. He is subsequently disgusted to find St. Peter sporting a tattoo, modeling an untucked shirt, spouting split infinitives, and casually sipping a bottle of water. Larry turns around in disgust, shakes his head, and voluntarily embarks on Dante's descent.

Sorry to hear about your dad, Steve. Seems like he accomplished a lot and managed to live a great life. I'll consider myself very fortunate if someone can say that about me someday.

"The folks at Western Union leaked the bad news: the Jews were going to be entirely cashed out for no gain — and then cut off from Henry's sugar forever.

This tale was common knowledge ninety-years ago."

Funny, I couldn't find any information about this online. Can you provide us with some links to support this story?

"This is a pretty great day to be living in a heavily black neighborhood. [1]" — Megan McArdle on November 4, 2008.

I guess May 14th, 2011 was a not so great day to be living in a heavily black neighborhood.

[1]http://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2008/11/big-day/4311/

"Mr. Sailer,
I like posting links to your posts on my facebook page just to hear all my liberal friends attempt to suppress the truth. Unfortunately, when you link to it in facebook, the facebook synopsis gives me your paypal blurb instead of the first paragraph of your post ( which is the norm ). Could I suggest that you tweak your layout such that facebook displays your content properly."

+1 … I had to quote you directly and not link to you today for this reason …

Her LinkedIn profile sheds some light on her ethnicity [1]:

"Audit & Tax Clerk
V. Sankar Aiyar & Company
(Accounting industry)
1978 — 1981 (3 years )
Conducted audits at leading Indian and multinational corporations.

…

Subha Barry’s Education

Rice University
MBA, Master , Accounting , 1985

Bombay University
BA , Accounting, Mathematics & Economics , 1980"

Props to anyone who can figure out which caste she belongs to.

[1] http://www.linkedin.com/pub/subha-barry/6/747/a66