There’s an interesting optical illusion in that the higher Peter Dinklage climbs up a giraffe’s neck, the taller he appears to be. Though rather than an imposing stature, his ascension actually represents increasing precariousness. The more towering he looks, the more unstable he is. That may sound gratifying if you hate being spit on by a dwarf. But it is much less so when jockey and beast both come careening down on your head.
That’s essentially how I conceptualize the relationship between white progs and the imported resource-aggregating omnivores these midgets ride to political power. Between convincing your peers and swamping them, there can be no question the latter produces more robust results. And thus it is the one pursued without moral qualm by the white Western left. As in all things, such abject dishonesty is kept hidden from relevant context. I mean if your family votes on where to eat, see how the rest of them feel about bringing in Jose, Alejandro, and Manuel on your side each election. Hey, it’s tacos again! What’s wrong sis, you don’t like Our Democracy? No, she probably doesn’t.
Though being elevated to undeserved power by imported voting blocs isn’t entirely without risk. As alluded to above, a person or a movement’s height isn’t accurately measured by how tall they sit in a saddle. Though the thrill of grinding your own people’s face into the asphalt seems a sufficient narcotic to forget such technicalities. As such, white progs know only elation when they win by the sheer numerical force of foreigners. And that’s called climbing the giraffe’s neck.
Because the diversities they’re presently riding to electoral victory will eventually (and with increasing promptness) begin to ask why on Earth they need a honky on their back—even one that has conspicuous homosex. One of the classic examples of this dynamic is from Minnesota, where the ancient, liberal, and trailblazing Jewish lawmaker, Phyllis Kahn, carefully cultivated Somali votes for years. That is until Somalis realized they actually had very little use for trailblazing Jewish lawmakers, and so dumped her for a trailblazing Somali. What if it’s actually the giraffe that’s using the midget?
That’s a question more midgets should ask. But now’s certainly not the time they will. Because after Tuesday’s Democrat victories, the smell of BLTs are in the air. For instance, in Virginia a silky-tressed man named Danica Roem became the first American transvestite legislator to wear his brassiere to work. While in Palm Springs, California, the entire city council now eschews the opposite sex. Which, in the case of Christy Holstege (pictured below beside Hansel and Gretel’s nemesis), is quite a lamentable loss indeed. Though regardless, this represents a real victory for liberal values—perched atop mestizo voters.
But I wonder, as surely one day will they: can’t Mexicans provide their own lesbians? Can’t everyone?
How interested do you think “the future” is in white liberals?