Monday, August 10, 2015

Can't Help Myself

I'm so depressed today because I realize for the first time that, being white, my life doesn't matter. I wish it did but apparently only black lives matter. Also you can forget mattering if you are Latino or Asian or Hispanic. You gotta be black to matter. And it helps a lot if your grandmother was a slave and your grandfather picked cotton and especially if you were born in a bad neighborhood to an alcoholic mother and with no father in sight.

Dammit! Maybe in my next life I will matter. I think I'll go rob a convenience store.
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