Martyr's Complex

Today, one of the somewhat regular contributors community members* to Culture Kitchen posted on his private blog that I, Michael Bouldin, because I don't support Hillary Clinton, am a white supremacist. Now, under normal circumstances, this would result in immediate banning; slanderous libel and character defamation, the kind that people go to court about and win with, is perfectly adequate grounds for that.

However, since the person in question has made a career of sorts by getting himself kicked off various Progressive blogs, simply for being a perfect and utter gaping asshole, only to then run around and cry racism, white censorship and enough injustice to make the very timbers of the Amistad weep with misplaced compassion, we're not going to go that route.

We will not feed into this martyrdom narrative, as tempting (and now warranted by libel) as it may be to do so. Instead, we look forward to watching this gentleman's continued and accelerating slide into babbling irrelevancy. Because you know, it's really not the being black we find objectionable or curious; it's the douchebaggery of confusing one person with blackness, and the further confusion of blackness with Hillary Clinton. Sorry, and speaking solely for myself, but I'm not going to be bullied into supporting a candidate just because some crashing bore on the intertubes reduces black history and pain into a primary campaign pitch for a white woman. Not only is that fundamentally unserious and in poor taste, it's also marred by the obvious drawback of not working. I'll leave up to you which is the bigger sin: douchebaggery, or ineffective douchebaggery.

So yeah, me personally, I'm really not so much angry at the white supremacist business as filled with pitying amusement. Trying just a bit too hard there, pal.

The End.