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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

And This Is Why the World Will Never Ever Change

Prince Harry of Wales is getting married. Hooray! Yes, he is. Hooray! Now, you might think, Well, this is wonderful news. Excellent and... and... a drop of delight in a sea of sorrow. Harry of Wales is finally getting married. So how come I'm not invited? But the truth of the matter is that his choice of wife is controversial. Because (brace yourselves) she is partly black. NOOOO! Yes, I kid you not.

How could anybody's skin color be controversial in the year 2017? I ask you. What is your answer? Aren't we supposed to be beyond the ignorance that is racism, a word that no one really wants to read about, talk about or even think about? It's such a drag, you know. A real downer. No, you have not accidentally stumbled upon a post on why racism is b.a.d.. Political correctness dictates that we nod in unison and declare it wrong anyway, so let's focus on the joyful event to come. Prince Harry is getting married. Hooray! Yet the gutter that is the internet opened up and is now throwing little turds at the soon-to-be-married couple instead of rice and rose buds: "She is a mixed-race woman" ... "How come he couldn't find himself a proper white woman?"

She is a mixed-race woman? You don't say. Why not call her a very kind person? Why not call her an intelligent person, and why not say that meeting this stunning lady may in fact have been the best thing to have ever happened to the prince? No, no, instead we hear the N-word. Nigger. The word is nigger. Or some Nigger Light denomination. Even newspapers feel the need to point out that she isn't white. The Daily Mail informed its readers that Meghan's "great-great-great grandfather was a slave," that she herself has "exotic DNA" and describes her black mother as having "dreadlocks and a nose stud."

Dear Lord. We really aren't far removed from the cavemen our forebears used to be.  I wanted to say, people are still animals, but that would be a gross insult to the furry world (and Mongo the fat cat). But, yes, we're slow. Heck, at the end of the 19th century most folks were still using corncobs and moss to wipe their dirty butts, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that we as an enlightened species haven't evolved beyond this superficial nonsense  ─ even though a plethora of Captain Cavemen and women, mind you, have the audacity to call themselves not only the most intelligent beings to have ever walked the planet but in fact the sole reason why the universe exists in the first place. A clear case of narcissisticus stupiditus behindus or the common human way. Hooray!

Well, I for one am very happy for Harry and his Meghan. Meghan Markle. If that name isn't the tell-tale sign of a winner, I don't know what is. But, of course, she is black, so, yeah, that is a bit of a problem. 

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