Harshing Your Mellow On A Daily Basis
In the pages of the Guardian, another pressing issue of the day:
Marijuana: is it time to stop using a word with racist roots?
Posing the question for a general readership, even one as fretful and agonised as the Guardian’s, is, however, somewhat misleading, given the author’s conviction that only “marginalised communities” have the “moral authority to decide if marijuana is a racist word which should be avoided, or an important reminder of a more racist past.”
“There are 100,000 total marijuana smokers in the US, and most are Negroes, Hispanics, Filipinos and entertainers. Their Satanic music, jazz and swing result from marijuana use.
So the Chinese are really responsible for jazz and swing, then ?
So the Chinese are really responsible for jazz and swing, then?
Can’t you tell just from listening?
This reminds me of a piece in the Atlantic a few years ago that similarly agonized over the “racially fraught history of the American beard.” Apparently, the fact that beard-growing was in some minor way connected to racism against black barbers in the 19th century means that once again, we have to have a public “conversation” about whether your whiskers today are tinted with racism.
I just don’t get it. I mean, it’s like they want absolutely everything to be “problematic”, thus requiring their constant supervision and permissi—
Ohhhh, wait…
So the word marijuana is just like the n-word. I wish the Guardian would publish a list of the six things left that *aren’t* racist.
I wish the Guardian would publish a list of the six things left that *aren’t* racist.
As the list appears to shrink on an all-but-daily basis, I doubt that’s practical. Imagine the angry letters.
When did the Guardian start publishing articles with no reader comments? I was going to tell them how predictably lame their articles are…
I mean, it’s like they want absolutely everything to be “problematic”, thus requiring their constant supervision and permissi—
Dhimmitude by any other name, would appeal no less to the neurotic and vain.
As the list appears to shrink on an all-but-daily basis, I doubt that’s practical. Imagine the angry letters.
Well, on the plus side as the number of permitted words begin to approach zero, the volume of letters…Sorry…me and my maths.
Harshing Your Mellow On A Daily Basis
I picture our host reclining in his velour blogging thong and lighting up a fat one.
I picture our host… lighting up a fat one.
Lord, no. It kicks in too quickly and then makes me tired and vaguely nauseated. I was once briefly rendered gigglesome by some customised chocolate brownies, years ago, but no, not my thing really.
It kicks in too quickly and then makes me tired and vaguely nauseated.
Same here. I have incriminating photos of myself passed out on someone’s sofa at a party. Thank gawd none of my friends laughing at me thought to draw rude things on my face with a Sharpie permanent marker… (>_<)
I was once briefly rendered gigglesome
I once nearly died whilst partaking in such substance and watching the 1980 film classic Airplane.
“velour blogging thong”
No.
NONONONONONONONONONONO….
I like to think we’ve reached peak irrelevance, but every time, the ‘Guardian’ manages to surpass itself. It’s almost as art form.
“I like to think we’ve reached peak irrelevance…”
I’m not sure if i’ve made this point here before, but the progressive left has become the “4 Yorkshire men” skit from Monty Python. They have just replaced how hard everything was with how racist everything is. They know that they and their peers are lying, but each lie permits the next one. You must indulge another person’s fantasy so that your’s will be indulged. I suspect this is way they store the most venom for former players that reach a breaking point and shine an ugly light on the charade.
Why… is a UK newspaper even publishing an article about a word which is hardly ever used in the UK?
“decide if marijuana is a racist word which should be avoided, or an important reminder of a more racist past”-or maybe just the name of a plant.