Also appearing in today’s DT is a letter from frequent letter writer and known black racial scorekeeper Richard Carter of Chester questioning how this “white” soccer stadium will help his black criminal brothas there. This former convict's disdain for all things white in his black city is apparent as he once again agitates for unwarranted black set asides and such. This guy remains cemented in the outdated civil rights mindset shared by so many bitter blacks who cling to their racial grievances as they nurse imaginary things like “economic justice”. A similar letter expressing the opposite view written by a white wouldn’t even be permitted to see ink by the Lib editors at the DT. Believe me, I know.
R wrote "bitter blacks who cling to their racial grievances as they nurse imaginary things like “economic justice”.
Dont you mean economic injustice?
R went on to say "A similar letter expressing the opposite view written by a white wouldn’t even be permitted to see ink by the Lib editors at the DT. Believe me, I know.'
Also appearing in today’s DT is a letter from frequent letter writer and known black racial scorekeeper Richard Carter of Chester questioning how this “white” soccer stadium will help his black criminal brothas there. This former convict's disdain for all things white in his black city is apparent as he once again agitates for unwarranted black set asides and such. This guy remains cemented in the outdated civil rights mindset shared by so many bitter blacks who cling to their racial grievances as they nurse imaginary things like “economic justice”.
ReplyDeleteA similar letter expressing the opposite view written by a white wouldn’t even be permitted to see ink by the Lib editors at the DT. Believe me, I know.
R wrote "bitter blacks who cling to their racial grievances as they nurse imaginary things like “economic justice”.
ReplyDeleteDont you mean economic injustice?
R went on to say "A similar letter expressing the opposite view written by a white wouldn’t even be permitted to see ink by the Lib editors at the DT. Believe me, I know.'
I'm sure you do. One can only imagine!