Don’t taze my poetry, bro!
Original Angry White Art
Mess with the bull, get the horns.
As our culture becomes liberal, and liberalism is the rationalization of perpetual immaturity, it therefore means our culture becomes childish.
I give thanks that I’m still alive and kicking, and that I’ve found a great bunch of patriots with whom I feel a kinship in the struggle.
Political cartoons and illustrations by Anthony Freda, Chris Katko, Heisenburger King, Lazlo, abnoxio, and Bobby.
Cartoons and illustrations from Heisenburger King, Anthony Freda, and Chris Katko.
Here’s your first Hump Day Angry White Jumble. Enjoy.
I lost track of the days of the week and am publishing this a day late. Typically I’d wait a week to hit it on a Friday, but these were too good to ay. Courtesy “Heisenburger King”…
IT WAS YOUR FAULT HE WAS RAPING ME! YOUR WHITE PRIVILEGE MADE HIM DO IT! OPPRESSION! MICRO-AGGRESSIONS! LEGACY OF SLAVERY! JIM CROW!
“I’m beginning to suspect,” whispered Rip, as quietly as possible, “That it was not in spite of a lack of ‘diversity’, but because of it, that we were so successful.”
But now…now was a different time, and made for a different Rip. He found not fear in this roomful of whites, but rather relief; not disgust, but solace. How that flagon had changed him!
“What has happened to my home? What has happened to my children? What has happened to my people? What has happened to the world?!”
But as he stared at him, he noticed something—something dreadful. Beneath the tattoos, under the shaved dome, behind the scowling face, was the very visage of Rip himself.
They all stared at him with equal marks of hostility and scorn, and whenever they cast their eyes upon him, invariably murmured some insult or threat.
“It is your world now. Make of it what you will.”
Most discomfiting of all, was that they were all porcelain white. Every last one of them.
His only alternative, to escape from the danger of the “vibrant”, Federally-imposed “diversity” of his once-charming town, and the clamor of his feminazi wife, was to stroll away into the woods.
In a word Rip was ready to come to anyone’s defense but his own—and to any race’s defense but his own.