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Charlie Kirk And The N*ggerfication Of Politics
We’re all “black bastards” now.
On February 4th, 2019, for reasons I may never understand, Liam Neeson told a story that he should probably have kept to himself.
During an interview for his then-new movie, Cold Pursuit, Neeson confessed that years earlier, after learning that a black man raped one of his friends, he prowled the streets of Ballymena, Northern Ireland, with a small metal club, praying for an excuse to beat some other black man to death:
I went up and down areas with a cosh, hoping I’d be approached by somebody — I’m ashamed to say that — and I did it for maybe a week, hoping some ‘black bastard’ would come out of a pub and have a go at me about something, you know? So that I could…kill him.
And while it might seem crazy to blame all black men for the crimes of one specific black man, while you might reasonably suspect he’d have acted differently if the rapist had been white, for anyone who’s feeling frustrated by their inability to avenge their friend or attract the opposite sex or justify the mediocrity of their life, reducing millions of individuals to a faceless collective of “black bastards” makes a lot of sense!
After all, if you can convince yourself that black people are a single, undifferentiated mass, you can kill any…
