You know, often in these green text posts I have a takeaway that at least attempts sympathy toward the anon.
Fuckin nope, not here.
I would say its so hilariously pathetic that its a bit, but I’ve met people that are unironically like this.
Anon, you only exist because Sherman didn’t finish the job.
He should have.
Here, a song for you before you meet your God:
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
while God is marching on.
Oh, imagine a world where that describes current day ‘Republican Jesus’.
My idea of a ‘white man’s burden’ is that its our job to rid the planet of all these melanin deprived slavers and ‘ante bellum nostalgics’.
Its really the least we could do, at this point.
EDIT:
… you know who I can trace my lineage back to?
Father’s father’s father’s… etc, was a goddamn miscreant, some kind of petty criminal that got shipped out of I think somewhere in or near Wales, to Vrigina, in the 1720s.
His sons fought in the Revolutionary War, some died in it, some didn’t.
One of those sons had his own sons… one of them… a Reverend.
A Reverend that moved out of Vrigina, out to Kansas in the 1850s.
Where he founded an anti-slavery Baptist church.
Around which, he helped to build a small town.
A small town where an escaped slave from Missouri was able to purchase his own land, work his own land, and from the proceeds of it, buy the official freedom of himself and his family, before the Emancipation Proclamation and/or 13th Amendment would make that last step unnecessary.
Now I can’t say with 100% complete certainty that this Reverend ancestor of mine ever met John Brown… but uh, given a fairly small number of anti-slavery Reverends running around this particular part of Kansas, in the exact same time frame as John Brown… and that they were both part of the general Free-State movement…
I thought it was a joke. Rephrase it a bit and it would be a funny standup routine. I guess anon should have emphasized that they didn’t support slavery (if they did) but it is a funny concept to ask how they fumbled the bag so hard.
Well, if they’d actually made clear that they are, you know, ashamed of the family history, that they are lamenting having basically ‘fallen’ from… that’d be one thing.
But, I really have met people who are unironically this pissy about how their family used to be wealthier, slave owners.
… and that… … that brings out the fire and brimstone that apparently runs through my blood.
I’d done a massive mapping out of as much of my lineage as I could, maybe a month or so ago.
But I hadn’t actually looked too far into much of the details.
So ironically, I guess I have anon to thank for spurring me to look further into that, entirely to be able to make a heritage based rebuttal to slavery, out of spite.
But anyway, no.
No you do not joke about owning people, as a white person in the US.
You know, often in these green text posts I have a takeaway that at least attempts sympathy toward the anon.
Fuckin nope, not here.
I would say its so hilariously pathetic that its a bit, but I’ve met people that are unironically like this.
Anon, you only exist because Sherman didn’t finish the job.
He should have.
Here, a song for you before you meet your God:
Oh, imagine a world where that describes current day ‘Republican Jesus’.
My idea of a ‘white man’s burden’ is that its our job to rid the planet of all these melanin deprived slavers and ‘ante bellum nostalgics’.
Its really the least we could do, at this point.
EDIT:
… you know who I can trace my lineage back to?
Father’s father’s father’s… etc, was a goddamn miscreant, some kind of petty criminal that got shipped out of I think somewhere in or near Wales, to Vrigina, in the 1720s.
His sons fought in the Revolutionary War, some died in it, some didn’t.
One of those sons had his own sons… one of them… a Reverend.
A Reverend that moved out of Vrigina, out to Kansas in the 1850s.
Where he founded an anti-slavery Baptist church.
Around which, he helped to build a small town.
A small town where an escaped slave from Missouri was able to purchase his own land, work his own land, and from the proceeds of it, buy the official freedom of himself and his family, before the Emancipation Proclamation and/or 13th Amendment would make that last step unnecessary.
Now I can’t say with 100% complete certainty that this Reverend ancestor of mine ever met John Brown… but uh, given a fairly small number of anti-slavery Reverends running around this particular part of Kansas, in the exact same time frame as John Brown… and that they were both part of the general Free-State movement…
… seems more likely than not.
I thought it was a joke. Rephrase it a bit and it would be a funny standup routine. I guess anon should have emphasized that they didn’t support slavery (if they did) but it is a funny concept to ask how they fumbled the bag so hard.
Well, if they’d actually made clear that they are, you know, ashamed of the family history, that they are lamenting having basically ‘fallen’ from… that’d be one thing.
But, I really have met people who are unironically this pissy about how their family used to be wealthier, slave owners.
… and that… … that brings out the fire and brimstone that apparently runs through my blood.
I’d done a massive mapping out of as much of my lineage as I could, maybe a month or so ago.
But I hadn’t actually looked too far into much of the details.
So ironically, I guess I have anon to thank for spurring me to look further into that, entirely to be able to make a heritage based rebuttal to slavery, out of spite.
But anyway, no.
No you do not joke about owning people, as a white person in the US.
That is vile, full stop.