The drill bit always stops at tribe. That is, of course, what the Dallas massacre (and its echoes) are all about. Tribal conflict has been man’s lifelong companion. It is a friendship no amount of Western preening will ever sunder.
In events like this, there is a natural tendency by the eagerly deluded to focus on the magician’s hat rather than his hands. The hat in this case is the police. If only blacks were treated by them with the affection of their own fathers, none of this racial friction would exist.
Or maybe the example of black fathers isn’t the highest aspiration. Regardless, the point is that cops kill a little over one person/day in America, about a third of whom are black. And that means war.
Police are presently the acceptable proxy in that war, though blacks are happy to shoot wide of such a small target. As Micah X himself was alleged to assert: the larger goal was to kill white people. And that should be no surprise to anyone whatsoever. Fighting men aren’t moved against occupations. Cato never said Rome was at war with spearmen or cavalry. And neither do blacks. It is their Carthage that must be destroyed. Or rendered pliantly inert, as a parasite is more likely to prefer.
Unfortunately though blacks are not well stocked with men of Cato’s faculties, and so must often rely on the generous counsel of our Ancient Friends who litter the mediascape. The most solemn function of whom being to maintain perpetual african inflammation and concomitant white groveling–the two being so intertwined as to have never been seen apart since Elvis wore army boots.
With these responsibilities in mind, it is easy to understand why the public is so vividly advised of black decedents while white victims are accorded such considerate anonymity. Every tribe conducts war by its own particular skill set.
And although black intelligence doesn’t rise much off the ground floor, I must concede their vision at that level is enviably clear. They never lose track of who is us and who is them. Admittedly, one could say the same about a pack of hyenas. Though in terms of reproductive fitness, the trait is assuredly more adaptive than whites conjugating their own alleged privilege. The most obvious manifestations of which being cratering populations and national dispossession.
Of course practically no dizzy lib apologists concern themselves over what the terminal solution to white privilege might entail. This largely due to their elation at stomping on the necks of other whites. I’d enjoy the same exercise myself if not burdened with the foresight of whose neck goes down next. But as leftists suffer no such acuity, their gleeful bounding proceeds. And blacks are not so dumb as to refuse aid from their next meal.
So it’s rat-a-tat-tat in Dallas as the fruits of diversity just keep falling. Perhaps the only bright side is the outstanding performance of the police droid, which did the job Americans wouldn’t do. How amusing if AI turns out to be the biggest shitlord of all.