May I be very un-PC and tell the truth re: Hilton?

I don’t think they read the SDMB

And this:

I don’t care if you call me Caucasian or white (really weird), but I am a very light skinned woman of European decent, and I go walking in black neighborhoods all the time. At night. Alone. In Memphis. In the ghetto. And I’ve never had a problem. Once, I got lost and I went up to a group of young black men sitting on their porch and asked for directions. And you know what they did? They gang raped me and cut my tits off!

No just kidding. They gave me directions. No biggie. So, what do I win?

Okay, I’ll take your challenge. I am white, caucasion AND honkey. I live in a mixed neighborhood, but my particular block definitely “leans black.” I went for a walk at about 10:00 last night. Nothing happened.

My job takes me into some of the poorest neighborhoods in Chicago, which also happen to be “black” areas (southside, west side, housing projects, etc.). I will get out of my car, walk down the street, knock on the door, and talk with black people. I will then walk back down the street-- often encountering black people along the way-- and get back in my car unscathed. This happens during both daylight and nighttime hours. I have yet to be raped, shot, or have my penis cut off. And no, I am not a cop or social worker. I have no weapons on my person.

It’s not encountering black people in black neighborhoods that’s a problem. It’s encountering psychos in any neighborhood that I have a problem with. So far, that hasn’t happened to me yet.
Okay, guyNBluejeans, I’ve met your challenge and passed, I’d say. Now howzabout you meeting my challenge and pony up some cites (transcripts, video or what have you) that would validate your Koppel-hates-Caucasions viewpoint. If there are so many filthy Nightline segments that back up your arguement, then it shouldn’t be a problem for you.

etc. etc. Small ‘e’. Small ‘t’, Small ‘c’, period.

Not “ect”.

You know, when I participated in the thread wherein the OP denied the legitimacy of dialectal variation and insisted that the way he speaks was the only right way to speak, I just knew it was going to lead to an intense flailing racist meltdown. That’s how these things work, you know.

Leonard Pitts of the Miami Herald wrote a piece on this case and now some white supremacist has posted his and his wife’s names and their address and basically told people to take him out.

Scary, fucked up people out there. In here, too.

Ah, yes, I remember that. If only I had had your acuity of foresight. It’s been rather interesting for me to see the evolution of GuyNBlueJean’s posts (or at least my awareness of his posts; I never paid any attention to him before that) from that one, through the one about pre-screening parents/forced sterilization for those on welfare, into the one about outrage at giving Africa AIDS relief (and at all those Africans who should’ve just tried abstinence), being led from somewhere to read his opinions on masturbation, and then eventually ending up here. Each new one truly surprised me with its further descent into madness, yet now, in retrospect, they all cohere into a single consistent picture (well, except for the masturbation one; I guess he has two independent hangups: one about black people and one about sex).
(Ah, but they haven’t all been insane. The second GuyNBlueJean post I ever saw, after the language one, was him wondering how people could be so foolish as to fall into Amway. I recall thinking at the time “Ah, see, this guy I butted heads with before, he isn’t all bad. Sure, he has some stubbornly prescriptivist leanings, but, then, lots of people do. He’s probably an intelligent enough guy apart from that.” How wrong I was…)

Link to Pitts’ column. Curious to what guyNbluejEans thinks about it.

gUy, I’d really like you to come back into the discussion, and discuss your issue. You start the thread, and then make one over-the-top tirade since your OP? What’s the deal, bud?

Aww, you left out my favorite insane example about him being in a feud refereed by Jesus himself. I had high hopes at first for **Guy **. He seemed interesting, before all these nutty threads.

Exactly. Not doing a great job convincing me he’s not a nutjob. Maybe it’s two people accessing the account - one interesting and the other a racist jackass who has a hard-on for Ted Koppel?

Yeah, but we *thought * about doing it!

Okay, not me, since you’re a chick and I’m all into dudes. But, yeah, the others thought about doing it!* :wink:

*Well, except for Tyquan-Malik–we got a little down-low thang goin’ on!

I’m still trying to get over the fact that here, on the SDMB, someone who was not a one-day-troller but sort of almost part of the ‘community’ seriously linked to a bit of ‘news’ presented by “www.finalsolution88.com” and “goyfire.com”. What. The. Fuck.

For what it’s worth, I heard about this story months ago. But I’m a faggot-loving green-party pinko book-learnin’ white guilt satanic atheist lib’rul type.

How do you know he wasn’t talking about ectoplasmic people?

Wow. Just wow. I’m in black neighborhoods often enough (I really love soul food, and the best joints are deep in the African-American parts of town) even with my girlfriend, both of us are pretty damned white, and I have never encountered any trouble from anybody. It’s not unusual for us to be the only white patrons in a restaurant. I also used to work for a defense attorney and my work brought me into some of the more interesting neighborhoods, whether picking up clients or serving subpoenas or whatnot, and not a single time have I felt the least bit of danger. I try to exercise the same sort of awareness I would in any other city neighborhood, but I’ve never perceived anything as even remotely threatening.

Goddamn…

Rupert Murdoch with his liberal claptrap has been controlling my life all this time and I never saw it til now! And Ted Koppel- behind that Howdy Doody on Viagra exterior is the soul of Goebbels…

I’ll admit I’ve never actually seen black people except for the ones who serve my cranberry juice and spritzers at my club, those have never tried to rape me. (Well, there were the ones I knew during the several years when I lived in predominantly black working class neighborhoods, and the ones I lived among when I was resident manager of an apartment complex that was predominantly mentally-ill black people that was connected to a large Section 8 Apartment complex that was mostly black, but I don’t count those as they mostly just serenaded me at night and begged to touch my “magic yellow” hair that supposedly is sacred to them.)

Now I’m going to have to try my best at searching this message board to see if GuyNBlueJeans has participated in the various threads about “white culture,” and what the hell it might be, that we had a few months back. I hope there’s some good stuff in there that looks particular funny after this blistering meltdown.

The concept of race as a biological phenomenon has no serious scientific backing, unless you consider the physical aspects (facial features, melanin concentration, immunity or susceptibility to certain diseases). The far more important, and far more interesting, distinction is cultural; what separates the boba-tea-sipping yuppies of Eastlake (Vietnamese) from the eyebrow-drawing cholas of Barrio Logan (Mexican) is more about the subculture they live in than about whose sperm splashed on whose egg. If you were raised by a man who helped define American blackness for a time, you’ve got the right to call yourself black, as far as I’m concerned.

He may be confused and angry, and may have fallen into an illogic trap, but he’s certainly eloquent. You gotta give him that.

I don’t understand why you cannot see the connection. Does the above post of his look like one written by someone who had gotten his rocks off anytime in the last month?

I actually thought he was writing a parody for a while. The BEAUTIFUL CAUCASIAN bit seemed just too over the top.

The period in “Small ‘e’.” is gonna cost you big time. It completely throws off the flow and timing of an otherwise subtle and understated, pithy and meaningful minirant.

I don’t think so. The astute reader will immediately recognize that I am alluding to the scene in It’s A Gift, when W.C. Fields, trying to sleep on a back balcony, is awakened by a stentorious insurance man looking for a Mr La Fong…Large L, Small A. Large F, Small O, Small N, Small G. I was subtly using punctuation to try to capture the exact intonation and flow.

Uh-huh.

:smiley: