When red-lining became gentrification & white males became transwomen

1960’s—2000’s

One faction or another among dueling factions of patriarchs, addressing their up-and-coming white male competitors:

“Hey you have to live around niggers—none of this ‘red-lining’; and you have to put mediocre, credulous women in charge of stuff, and pay countless women far more than they are worth…because equality!

2000’s—present

Up-and-coming white male competitors, adjusting to the anti-white, anti-male environment created on the plantation to deputize weak-minded blacks and women in order to prevent the development of white male competition against the white male elites who run the plantation:

“This isn’t ‘red-lining’—it is ‘gentrification’, and it’s race-neutral. And we already met the girl-power handicap quota inflicted on us—because we’re all transwomen.”

White male elites: “HEY! You can’t do that! For one thing, you’re not REAL women—or else we would have already used you against men as a political wedge issue to destroy their political momentum! And we’ll see about your ‘gentrification’—all we have to do is create infestation quotas of one minority or another…”

*Interrupted by blacks and women*

Black people: “Wassup? What iz yall talm bout in here? Ya nigga came to say dat I iz needing mo money to buy mo shoes from slaves in China, and to buy mo jewels from slaves in Africa. Deez iz mah reparations cuz I iz a victum!

Women: “Yeah, like ya know, people of color need more slave-made accessories because, like, other white people did stuff to other black people! And anyhow, like, we women are also, like ya know, entitled to kill men’s kids, be gifted men’s jobs, trick men into dying of AIDS, and do whatever we want with barely if any consequences! And so, like, we demand that you castrate and kill the most recent white male scapegoat that TV fed to our minds!”

*The two sects of white males nod to each other, as a temporary truce*

“Ok blacks,” began one of the spokeswhitemales, “we hereby pledge billions of dollars worth of our imaginary money to securing more slave-made shoes and jewels for you. Now go back to bouncing balls and bragging about yourselves—you are all so amazingly talented and charismatic! Just be sure to play the knockout game with anyone protesting the Planned Parenthood crime-prevention nigglet-slaughterhouses—because all those protesters said the n-word!”

Blacks: “AWW HELL NAH!! NIGGA SHIT DOG DEN A MUFUKA! DEM CRAKKKA MUFUKAS SAID DA N-WORD?! WE GONE KILL ALL THEM MUTHAFUKAS!! MY 44 MAKE SURE ALL DEY KIDS WON’T GROW!!”

*Blacks quickly knuckle-walk away, chattering at each other about nigger stuff—like curing AIDS by raping infants, and brewing albinos into magical stew*

“Women,” began a member of the other white male faction, his words calm and congratulatory, just as required by the fat, stinking, dying, proud, empowered social-veal: “we promise, now and forever, not only to castrate and murder, but also to ass-rape, every single white male scapegoat whom we feed to you through the goverment-controlled media to which you are addicted.”

Women: “LOL OMG!! YAAAAY!! COME ON GIRLS—LET’S CELEBRATE BY KILLING OUR KIDS, SELLING THEIR DEAD BODIES, THEN LICKING EACH OTHERS PUSSIES UNTIL WE GET THROAT CANCER!!”

*Women wander off, singing Beyonce: “Who runs the world? Girls! Who runs the world? GIRLS!”…*

*The two factions of white males turn and face each other, as a white and manly way to indicate an end to their truce*

White male faction 1: “You’ll never get away with this, you racist misogynists!”

White male faction 2: *putting on blonde wigs and pocketing the deeds to the gentrified properties* “Game on, you transphobic, nigger-loving cucks.”

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