WHITE PRIVILEGE: Uh … It’s More Like Radical Gay, Black and Muslim Privilege

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By Doug Giles

Sometimes I wish I was a radical gay, or a revolting, slick-haired, black race-baiter or drastic Muslim like that angry, rage-boy dude who’s the poster child for all the funny as heck Muslim memes.

Why am I forlorn at times with my heterosexuality, my caucasoidness and my evangelicalism?  Well … it’s not that I now loathe the ladies, my pigmentation or the five Solas of the Reformation, but it’s primarily predicated upon the fact that as such a critter I can’t get away with squat any longer.

Heck, I can’t even use a tone in my voice, unless I’m mocking a redneck, lest I be reckoned with a notorious seventeenth century slave owner from Sierra Leone.  And forget having chicken at a BBQ I’m hosting if I have any black friends over for that soiree.  Somehow that’s now become an insult.

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In addition to that muzzling, I can’t do any more gay jokes without a group of angry lesbians showing up at my house and unscrewing all of my light bulbs.  I couldn’t even wince the other day when Michael Sam kissed his boy-toy after being drafted by the Rams.  If I did that, I would have committed the hate crime of, “double bigotry.”  And lastly, forget about my linking any thing horrible that’s happened on this third rock from the sun to the Religion of Peace.  That’s verboten for moi.

As a honky, I now feel more inhibited than Cliven Bundy DJ’ing at a Snoop-Lion-hosted Def Jam.

The weird thing is that I do not hate people because of color, sexual proclivities or one’s religion or lack thereof.  I have found that if one gets to truly know people of different persuasions and understand their thoughts, desires, ambitions, fears and dreams, there are much more profound reasons to be freaked out by them than such silly, surfacy stuff.

Now, as much as I’m trying to be a good gringo and I feel like the Re-education of Doug Giles is taking root (somewhat), I still have moments of moral weakness where I would like to tell certain people and groups to sit on a giant pine-cone and rotate but alas … I cannot, because I’m the wrong sex, race, religion and political persuasion.

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