Slop.
We’re being fed it every day. We’re being denied observable reality for fairy tales – not the fanciful, fun fairy tales where fairies play in green fields, cats get distracted by balls of yarn, children chase butterflies under the sun, and dogs chase their own tails. Those would be lovely.
Tales where everyone is the enemy, nobody is to be trusted, and someone trying to help us is an immediate cause for concern, because people are incapable of, or should be ashamed of things like empathy or concern for their fellow human.
Skin colour is seen as a defining characteristic of value – something from the past, brought back by empty heads looking for ways to sow division.
Why?
Because they need distractions from their own poor choices, they don’t want you to notice them.
Let’s be clear – skin colour means nothing in reality.
Or it shouldn’t anyway. Our horrible choices and decisions that made that a thing caused a lot of pain, hurt people with more melanin, and gave it meaning for those people. They’re entitled to that meaning, and they have every reason to mistrust the intentions of the pasty lunatics who attacked them.
To be continued…
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