Of Gratitude And Goals

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.

I have so much for which I should be grateful – and I’ll be going through the list, as far as I can, tomorrow.

But I’m going to jump the (if you’ll pardon the expression) gun, and say I’m thankful I’m not that this grift.

Whoah – did I say grift? I meant, “dinner party“:

Jackson and Rao are the founders of an organization called Race2Dinner. For $5,000 the two women will attend your eight-person dinner party and bring along “Lisa Bond, our Resident White Woman.” For that price, they will berate you about your racism. They will share their own experiences with racism, which sometimes don’t sound like actual racism. But if you object or even if you agree, they will tell you that’s what white women do and you’re part of the problem. The two have a lot of observations about “what white women do.” White women are mean to each other, for instance. When they are accused of racism white women accuse black women of being “angry” or “crazy.” White women also say they’re not racist. White women like dinner parties. And they like to say they’ve donated money to the ACLU. If you suggest that black women may be mean to each other or that they may like dinner parties, you’re also a white supremacist. Because how would you know? Don’t say you have black friends because that too would be a sign of white supremacy.

Questioning whether spending $5,000 to have people call you names is also “white supremacy,” and the authors explain, “we are tired of it.” The fact that you are complaining about the price is evidence that you “see this work as charity. You doing us a favor. … White supremacy culture has you believing that you are doing us a favor by even caring about racism or antiracism. This results in your incessant demands that we educate you—on your own racism, on a system you created to harm us for your benefit. For free.

On the one hand, it sounds as hellish as the left tells us Thanksgiving with one’s family ostensibly is.

On the other hand, if I had a lot more money than bills – or friends who’d be willing to pitch in – I think it’d be fun to pony up, invite the ladies, and watch the sparks fly.

10 thoughts on “Of Gratitude And Goals

  1. Yes. If you had all the Bank in the world inviting/paying them for a dinner party with the members and members emeritus of the NARN would be hilarious.

  2. Calypso, those days have come and gone. A dinner party of NARN members would probably devolve into a WWE match.

    Sign of the division.

    But speaking of NARN gatherings, here’s Mitch’s “we can save her” project, Robin Marty, posing with the filthiest, most mentally ill Dr. Mengele on the planet, still sucking air.

    If you are not familiar with Leah Torres, inform yourself.
    https://spectator.org/leah-torres-abortion-loses-medical-license/

    I told Mitch, back in the early 00’s, that was a nasty grrl, that would go on to do big things for ghouls, reprobates and degenerates…he assured me she was just young…I am never wrong about these things.

    Good news? Looks like her hair is falling out.

  3. I have a comment in moderation, because I included 2 links. Sometimes that is necessary. AKISMET sucks, Mitch. Dump it. We’ll live with the spam.

  4. One thing that’s struck me for a while is that a lot of people will admit that they don’t understand someone else’s culture well enough to avoid giving some offense from time to time, not too many will actually admit to being bigoted. So to stage events where one is basically being subjected to name-calling is going to turn off about 98% of the population.

    As we said in junior high, “smooth move, Ex-lax”.

  5. Mr. Bubble? That Somali Kween still won’t bone you. It’s kind of pathetic, just stop.

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  7. Blade;
    In Mitch’s defense, Askimet is used by WordPress. He’s pretty powerless to change that, without an uprising from all of their users.

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