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Scott at Imperator Fish has kindly given us permission to syndicate posts from his blog – the original of this post is here.
It’s getting harder and harder to be a white man in this world. I feel threatened and challenged everywhere I go. No matter where I turn, no matter what I do, I’m confronted with messages of failure, and accusations that I’m responsible for everything that’s wrong with society. Everything seems to be my fault nowadays, and I seem to get the blame for all the world’s problems, but I don’t see how that’s fair.
I just don’t know how I’ll cope with these feelings of worthlessness. I feel ill-treated and ill-used. I’m a victim of oppression, and my rights have been trampled. But what can I do? Every time I try to speak my mind they shut me down.
This must be just what it was like for all those slaves in the old American south.
It wasn’t always like this. I remember when I was a kid how Dad’s word was law, and God help me if I stepped out of line. We knew back then the difference between right and wrong, but we also knew how to have a laugh, and we never took ourselves too seriously. If you stepped out of line the worse you’d get was a thrashing from your Dad, but you’d probably deserved it, and you didn’t hold it against him.
Things were simpler in those days, and people knew their place in the world and were content with what they had. There was a real sense of community in my neighbourhood back then, but that all changed about thirty years ago. It started when a bunch of new people moved into our suburb, people who looked different to us and didn’t speak English. Pretty soon they started to take the whole place over, filling the schools, buying up all the local shops, and forcing many of us who had lived for years in that neighbourhood to shift elsewhere. My family moved to the inner Auckland suburbs as soon as things started to change, but I know a few folk who stayed on longer, and it was hard for them. Their kids were forced to learn about different cultures in their school, and they almost needed to hire an interpreter just to buy a packet of smokes at the local dairy. I’m not a racist, and I have nothing against other cultures, but I didn’t ask for any of this. My old school friends who were forced daily to confront this modern day multicultural mess didn’t ask for what they were given. They were just told to like it or get out. They were made to feel dirty and unworthy just because they wanted everyone to speak the same language as them, and just because they became hostile and threatening whenever they were confronted with diversity.
Now I think I know what those African slaves went through.
I’m a hardworking guy, and through effort and determination, an enormous inheritance, and a network of contacts made while I was being educated at an expensive private school, I have built up a nice little pool of assets, including rental properties, shares, and other investments. I worked my fingers to the bone to get where I am today, and I took some enormous risks. Things haven’t always been easy for me, either. I’ve had financial troubles, and a few years ago I almost lost one of my holiday homes to the bank. But I always bounced back. I’m not afraid of hard work, when I’m not cruising around the world in my pleasure yacht.
So when I hear people going on about how white men control everything, I feel hurt. I earned every cent of what I own through perfectly legitimate means. My accountant assures me that in structuring my affairs so I pay very little tax I have broken no laws. My various businesses employ hundreds of people, and some of them even earn more than the minimum wage. I keep a number of European car dealers, private schools and stockbrokers in business. I’m a contributing member of society, so it pains me to hear how people like me are the cause of all the world’s ills.
I feel like a second class citizen, and it’s enough to make this gin and tonic I’m drinking beside my huge swimming pool taste sour. What about my rights?
This must be what those poor African people felt like as they travelled to the New World in those slave ships, chained up together in the hold in filthy and deplorable conditions.
And what about freedom of expression? Where’s my freedom? Nowadays you pay a woman a compliment about how nice her rack is, and she tells you you’re a misogynistic prick. Then her boyfriend threatens to punch you in the face. Or you tell one of your workers that she’s fat and needs to go on a diet if she wants to keep her job, and before you know it you’re up before the Employment Court.
It’s getting to the point where I can’t say anything I like whenever I want to. I’m really no better than a plantation slave.
Do you know what really gets me? It’s this crazy idea that every voice has value, and that every opinion is important. And yet when it comes to the test, my opinions aren’t as important as they used to be. Why should I surrender any of my freedoms, just because some people don’t like it when I engage in a bit of friendly banter with the lads? I’m a heterosexual man, and I enjoy the sight of a pretty woman. Why should she object if I tell her that she has nice tits, and that I’d do her in a heartbeat? As a red-blooded man with an appreciation for the finer things in life, I’m paying her the ultimate compliment.
Why should I be afraid to say whatever I think? I’m really no better than a slave working in the field, toiling under a relentless sun while being whipped and abused by a brutal plantation owner.
Isn’t it possible that we white men are right about most things? Maybe other people are simply wrong. Look at all the wonderful things we created while we were in charge of everything: in the fields of science, the arts, and technology. Can it be any coincidence that all of the most interesting and important bits of history involve white men? White men started two world wars. Two world wars! How many big wars were started by feminists?
So don’t tell me I’ve had my turn, and that it’s time to shift over and give someone else a go at being in charge for a while. Why should I? What have you people done to earn that right? You’re trying to take away my power, my privileges, and my right to tell you how to live.
How are you people any different to 18th century American slave owners?
I don’t even know what you problem is. What exactly is your problem? I’m not stopping you from saying or doing what you want, am I? Just don’t mouth those noxious opinions on any of the radio stations I own, and don’t bother writing letters to the editors of any of my newspapers. And if you women want to have a career, then that’s fine. Just don’t interfere with my right to fire you from your job when you decide to have babies, because my right to make money is paramount.
Actually, I do know what your problem is. Your problem is that you’re an oppressor. By telling me that I should respect people who aren’t like me, and that other people should have the same opportunities that were given to me through an accident of birth, you are stifling my right to express myself. You should be ashamed of yourselves. You cannot treat me like this. Don’t you know who I am?
I’m not one of those plantation slaves singing Let My People Go. But now I know just how they felt.
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What’s there to say? Apart from that the article is satirical perfection.
Lament for them
“He gets to his feet and he [brays]
What about me? It isn’t fair
[I don’t have] enough now, and I want my share
(there’s nothing there
But the words that make the big people big)”
An excellent description of the perceptions of our whiners and droners…..
Even more hilariously is that typically as business people they are simply parasitical in the local economy. They don’t have enough creativity or business nouse to operate in the export world.
Eventually some of them do wind up going overseas usually to do property investment, to make money off their capital.
Those poor people never seem to realise exactly how stupid they really are because they don’t have enough imagination to do so. Bob Jones comes to mind.
reads like a transcript from talk-back radio, or Paul Henry.
An excellent description of the perceptions of our white men…..
Even more hilariously is that typically as business people white men are simply parasitical in the local economy. White men don’t have enough creativity or business nouse to operate in the export world.
Eventually some white men do wind up going overseas usually to do property investment, to make money off their capital.
Those poor white men never seem to realise exactly how stupid white men really are because white men don’t have enough imagination to do so.
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you can shove it up your arse too mr prent
I am (mostly) white and I think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick mate
What I took from IF’s article is that if you are privileged, be grateful and not an asshole about it
And who are you working for Iprent or are you a duck quacking all day and its everyone’s fault why don’t you start a business or does that require nous.
Hey lazy – look it up. It isn’t hard to do.
I’ve helped start and make profitable quite a few companies over the decades and have the shares stashed away from my startup remuneration. But I like writing code more than far more than the management I trained in.
So idiot dipshit – what were you moronically mumbling about?
Yep it truly is the 1950’s again, just a few reversed roles is the only difference today. Great aint it. Bigotry, ignorance and stereotyping just goes on and on.
That aint satire or anything worthy mrs imperator, it is just school girl piss-weak sarcasm.
Shove it up your arse.
Time for a Beat around the bush again 😎
vto
Jeez dude stop taking it personally… why so grumpy lately? I have generally liked your comments and stirring of the pot.
Imperator Fish is taking the piss out of Aaron Gilmore, Bob Jones, Rupert Murdoch, and ANY of the entitled class (brown, yellow, female, left handed, who gives a crap) who espouse the National Party born to rule mentality.
Can’t tell if you think you’re being funny misgendering Scott, or if you actually assume anyone who snarks the privilege of white dudes must be a woman.
Consider the BRICS* and G20…the balance of power continues to shift irregardless of feminism and the white man is not faring well.
*They might look white in Russia but they’re Russian first and foremost and definitely not anglo-saxon…
shift irregardless of feminism and the white man is not faring well
Finally as a one-legged, Maori, lesbian ditch-digger, I get to rule the world… 🙂
Hey, I’ve got a high list spot waiting for you…
useless, hurtful, pretend-humour – thanks guys
People to Avoid (in general, but there are worthy exceptions):
Real Estate Agent
Property Speculator
Used Car Salesman
Political Reporter
Investment Fund Manager
Leaky Home Builder
Politician
Home Loan Salesman
Gerry Brownlee*
(*no exception here – always avoid!!)
lol
and anybody who tells you their’s is the only way!
Also the proprietors of the bars or restaurants catering to those on your list.
Thanks for the chuckle.
and vto and I have something in common. When we read it we both thought of vto. Touch a nerve much?
Nobody knows the rubles ive seen… as sung by v putin
ha ha ha
here is something else that will make you laugh…
What’s the difference between a maori and a park bench? The park bench can support a family.
and another…
What are easier to pick up the heavier they get? Women.
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha this is great. You lot are just the best
For VTO, from the greatest comic strip in the known universe:
Peak Dudebro
Peak Dudebro 2
Peak Dudebro 3
he, first genuine giggle for me in this thread. Thanks mr ropata.
Actually vto a park bench cannot support a family – haven’t they got better ways of denigrating tangata whenua than that at the club? Try harder you’re sounding ridiculous.
Wanker. I hope you don’t get anywhere near a family.
Suck it up olsen, hypocrite arsehole