I have a lot of semi-political thoughts that have fermented in my mind over the course of the past couple years, about “white boys” and “White Males” and the difference within the wretched specter of white supremacy, and how – ideally – it should be easier to get white boys to think beyond white supremacist bullshit (despite prison politics), because most white boys will never become a bona fide White Male (of Capital, thus capitalized). But now the culture wars have got all these suburban shitheads thinking it’s gangsta to call themselves “white boy” even though they were all born to be White Males and never once legit got called “white boy” in a non-white dominant environment. In fact, that’s one of the basic foundational aspects… you can’t be a “white boy” if all you know is White People. Anyways, I was briefly contemplating explaining all this to great depth for the navigational robots that scan my blog, but it’s a pretty nice day, and I played a lot of slowed down Latimore today, so I’m just gonna go to the river instead, and walk along the railroad tracks and pick up some spikes to spray paint. That’s what a white boy would do (which a White Male could never imagine wasting a few hours with.)
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