I received this bulletin a few days ago (I haven't checked my MySpace in a while), and was pretty offended by it's rant about how whites have a right to be racist.
Here's a sample:
- You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction.
- You call me "Cracker", "Honkey", "Whitey" and even "The Man" and you think it's OK.
- But when I call you, "nigger", "Kike", "Towelhead", "Sand-nigger", "Camel Jockey", "Beaner" or "Chink" you call me a racist.
If you actually take these terms to heart, what the fuck is wrong with you? Overly sensitive assholes.
The fact of the matter is, no one should be calling any race by any term that they find offensive. Actually, if I call you something that really offends you (and it's not true, that's why I'll never back down from calling Alex Larson, NGW's promoter, a cowardly, lying asshole), tell me to never call you it again.
Stacia was also a really smart person who kept her feet on the ground, and knew how to get the most out of life. Usually, that came out through some of the best rock of our generation, her wicked sense of humor, and her beaming smile that never seemed to fade.
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