Friday, November 22, 2013

Thank God. I have proof I'm not a racist.

Perusing through the webs this morning, and I found this gem over on Conservative Blogs Central...

Yet another blowhard, know-it-all dipshit from liberal acadamia, has compiled a list of tell-tale signs that you might be a racist.  Kinda like a Jeff Foxworthy routine, but of course the imbecile is serious.  Anyhow, I'm going through the list, which includes little nuggets of wisdom like you are a racist if you don't like rap music.  Personally, I can't stand that shit, but didn't know that made me a racist.  After hitting one after another of the signs with a check mark, I get to the last one, that says if you eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches you might be a racist.

Friends, that one had me down in the dumps for a moment.  Beanburner is a peanut butter afficianado.  There are few things in this world that are better than peanut butter and jelly, and that's a fact.  Seriously, I saw that and just knew that I had been living in denial for my entire life.  Then it his me.  I'm from New Fucking Mexico.  We don't eat bread here....we eat tortillas.  Peanut butter and jelly on a flour tortilla.  Sonuvabitch, that makes me half Mexican, Spanish-American, Latino.

You have no idea how releived I am right now.


  1. I couldn't believe it when I read that BS! I guess if they serve Spagetti it is racist to the Itialians! SHEESE! How farout PC can you be?

    1. I know. Imagine how distraught I became last night when I realized that my love of fried rice and sweet and sour pork was just a cover for my deep hatred of millions of Chinese people I never met.