The Scourge of the Angry White Man

Did you ever notice how the more insecure the dude, the bigger the truck or the louder the bike... what is it with that?
The claim of the misunderstood white man, unable to provide in the simple formula he craves, so that he would rather change the rules to suit himself than adapt to the demands of value, who feels so threatened by the outside forces, finds himself clinging to fantasies of simple virtues while the collaterals of his life clog up the world for 7 billion others, and he all the time plays victim, plays the woodsman encroached upon by medicracy, the fascist myth embodied, his fantasy of himself as virtuous and the truth of what it is like to deal with him so distant from one another. It's always the sell out who pretends the hardest to be the outsider, the least principaled that gripes about how the nation has abandoned it's principles.. and don't get me wrong, I believe in a libertarian outlook, but I don't want to drown the baby with the bathwater like so many of these guys do, and the funny thing is, the closer I get to people with real struggles, or people of real frontiers like Alaska and the Desert Southeast, or places of real Foment like Mexico or Memphis, the kinder you actually find them to be, the more willing to help, the less partial to a fantasy of themselves since the reality forges a greater more complex self awareness... it is in this mollycoddled bizzarro world of white America that the fear of chaos brings so many feints of victimhood, like the never ending chats of victimhood by the endlessly self righteous muslim enemies these honkeys take on, their diesels blaring, too heavy to take the curves of life they demand their tax dollars bulldoze into a straight line with a lane for them only..