"You may say I'm a dreamer..."

“You may say I’m a dreamer…”

It’s another night on Colfax. What’s the lesson of it? That black people must be put in the meat grinder, made into fatty low-grade dog food. I have no interest whatsoever in living in any society where these people are free and equal. I long for the days of segregation, of eugenics. Dumb assholes drone on and on about the virtues of diversity, but it has no appeal to me whatsoever. In most cases, diversity means poverty and desperation with a foreign face. I dream of a beautiful world where the degenerates in the bus stop are actually afraid to mouth off in my face, much less bother my woman. There was a time when you could be hanged for just Looking at a rich white woman. Any miscreant who disturbs reasonable citizens must be hosed with mace and have all their teeth busted with a lead pipe. Seems perfectly sensible to me. Doesn’t it to you? Don’t feel guilty. They hate you too, and always will. Imagine a world where the maggots on the bottom know their place and act accordingly. That’s an effect only the fear of physical harm can provide.
How did the bleeding hearts force us to accept this sort of repellent behavior? How can any politician living in a gated suburban community grasp the reality of social issues? How can anyone possibly be convinced that the people telling us how to think and feel about the “man in the street” know what’s happening at street level? When’s the last time our mayor went for a walk through the heart of Denver on Colfax Avenue? Would it affect his policies if he were constantly ridiculed and called a faggot by thugs in bus stops? Would any politician do the same lip service about equality if a crack addict raped his daughter in the piss-stained back seat of a Cadillac? I truly wonder what effect it would have on his thinking. Policymakers need a reality check; the kind of reality check only an evening with aggressively hostile black people can provide.
Later, John Lennon’s voice drifts out of a coffee shop. The naiveté is appalling. He wants me to “imagine all the people living life in peace.” I’m game, but to live in peace we’re going to have to get rid of quite a few of those people! A whole generation grew up affected by kind of attitude, this completely unrealistic drivel. It wasn’t the drugs that rotted their brains; it was the idealism of their times. Now we pay the price.

February 9, 2008
Denver CO