Oh, I can’t wait to see what I do next that is considered racist, despite every other race doing the same thing. I can’t wait to be told to shut up cause I’m white and I don’t understand racism. I love it when I’m told I am appropriating culture because there are white rappers, or some white woman gets braids in her hair, or some white hippy dude gets dreads. Oh, yeah. I purposely stand in the aisles when black women want to get by. Nothing I like more than wasting my time thinking up that shit. I just can’t wait for my white privilege to kick in so I can stop being ordered to keep my hands on the steering wheel when I am pulled over, or for that matter, I would love to blame all my problems on being white, instead my stupid attitude. Oh, to not take responsibility for my actions. How nice that must be. If only I could get compensated for the way my ancestors were treated when they immigrated to America. If only black tribal Chiefs didn’t keep slaves in Africa when they defeated other tribes. If only those black leaders didn’t sell your ancestors to whites. But then again, that was the black culture back then. I guess we whites appropriated that when we kept slaves. Oops, I mean when whites not related to me and long dead kept slaves. How dare someone conclude All Lives Matter. . .that’s not true, only Black Lives Matter. How dare you steal our thing? Yeah, yeah. I get it. I read the books, studied the history, have been attacked by gangs of blacks because I am white and deserved it. I’m thinking of becoming a “preacher” and taking advantage of riots to make some money, and avoid paying my taxes. No, never mind, More cultural appropriation. I know! I’ll start singing songs about bitches, niggers, and how big my dick is. . .oh, wait. It’s already been done by blacks. Must be a cultural thing. Well, I’m sure you’ll tell me what I can do. . .sorry, already been there.