One of the more beautiful things about our era

is that the term ‘racist’ is being so freely bandied about. I mean, you have the black lives matter people crying racist and the all lives matter people crying racist in turn. You have the toddlers on the college campuses saying everybody is racist and that they need a safe space, like, I guess, an adult version of one of those toddler play-pens, the Big Square, with the Cushioned Bottom, and Netting around the side. That way the poor widdle ones won’t get an owy, emotional or otherwise.

This is the next generation, people.

It’s 2015, and we are all racist. You don’t like Donald Trump? He’s racist and so are you. “Racist”! In 2015 “racist” is code word for “you think about race in a way I think is incorrect.” It used to actually mean something, but not anymore.

I actually think it’s a good thing such a potent word is being minimized and devalued by overuse. As we go forward, calling someone “racist” may be like calling them “bitch”. There are SO many racists now, in this land which elected a black man as its leader TWICE.

Yeah right. Sorry I don’t buy it.

It’s whatever. People aren’t interested in actual, true racism. What they are interested in is accusing people they don’t like or agree with. Racist has, indeed, become “bitch”.

It’s now a curse word, nothing more. You know how Bob is a dick? In the same way Tom is a “racist”.