A Racist Explains Himself

The racist I wrote about recently is upset that people call him a racist. His self-defense is as inventive as his racism is appalling:

If you’re going to accuse me of being a racist, do it on something that actually, like, talks about race. An article on methods of economic organization is no such thing.

The racist thinks that if he avoids writing specifically about race, his racism will be concealed from public view. This is absolutely hilarious. And note the introduction of the infantile “actually, like.” The racist is hiding behind the persona of a small kid who should be excused for misspeaking.

What is even funnier, the racist is experiencing a childish tantrum that nobody paid any attention to his “argument.” He probably thinks his long and meaningless rantings about nothing in particular actually have some value.