John regularly gets his tight whyties in a bunch over the tiniest affronts to his whyte privilege, ever since 44 was President.
Tonight, he’s all frothy because a woman of color — who’s had to struggle her whole life to win lead operatic roles (one’s befitting her prodigious talent) even as plainly-less qualified but “safer” whyte divas were selected over her… decided to speak up when yet another whyte woman was cast in one of the very few operas with a definitively Ethiopian lead (Verdi’s “Aida”).
John gets bent whenever someone points out racism. He won’t listen. It’s always black peoples’ fault in his malign mind… that racism exists.
Damn son. Grow up. Out.
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