Let me see if I’ve got this straight…

I was stunned to recently learn, from a source no less credible than Joe Biden, that being black has nothing to do with the color of your skin. Yeah, apparently it’s all about your politics. You can’t be black if you don’t support democrat candidates, of which he is notably one. Despite the fact that Mr. Biden is descended from an ethnic group that is practically devoid of melanin in their skin, he has been able to assume the mantle of authority on this topic. The light reflected off of that pale, flaccid ass is nearly blinding. Were it not for the thin filter of that irresistible leg hair we’d all have been rendered completely sightless by now. Though not stated implicitly in his assertion, what is implied then is that one can not be “white” without white, liberal guilt. I don’t have any so I guess I’m not white? Shocker! Who would ever have believed it?

You know who is white? Let me introduce you to one of the whitest dudes I have ever seen:


That is an interesting quote, isn’t it? There are more, but we’ll circle back to some more of those later.  There seem to be an awful lot of people being given air time right now who enjoy lecturing us about white privilege. Do we have a working definition for what that is? One assumes that this must be out there somewhere, though I’ve yet to hear it. In the absence of a clear definition I’ll take a stab at this. Ready? Here we go….

Martin “King Manic” Weissgerber. King Manic, or Martin the Manic, was his twitter handle before locking up the account. Marty was born and raised in Boston. Brookline, to be exact. If you are not familiar with Boston I can tell you that you will find more racial diversity at a Klan rally than you’d find in Brookline, Mass. He boasts that his father is a Belgian marxist, now a professor. And mama? Why she is none other than Kathleen McKenna, the executive producer at WBUR, Boston’s own number one NPR station. These are the sorts of careers required to pony up the price of admission in an exclusive community like Brookline. So far this is a profile practically dripping with white, liberal guilt. Still, let’s not judge too hastily. We’d better make absolutely certain he is white. One has to be careful about racial identity these days. Apparently it has become a sensitive topic.

Here is a picture from that idyllic childhood. You might be shocked to learn that he is an only child. I’d have never guessed it.

Kathleen McKenna, Martin Weissgerber (in hat), and Tate Mitchell at the Attempted Gallery at the Brookline Arts Center.

Kathleen McKenna, Martin Weissgerber (in hat), and Tate Mitchell at the Attempted Gallery at the Brookline Arts Center.

This is young Marty, circa age 12 or 13. Seems he had a fondness for caps back then too. He is pictured here with mama hovering at his left. Hovering at the left is something this family is no doubt familiar with. Attending art exhibits, working in the community garden, these were the arduous tasks that helped to define young Marty’s world view, until he went off to college.  No dodging gang members or scraping change out of the couch cushions to take to the laundromat for this boy! Nosiree!

College was the esteemed Boston University, that august institution that has produced such glitterati as Nobel Economics Prize candidate Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.  An education (if one can call it that) at Boston University costs a pretty penny. I wonder how much student loan debt our Marty is buried under? Or did mommy and daddy foot the bill? You guess. Probably reach the same conclusion as me. It seems Martin professed a profound interest in Soviet studies. Apparently BU is one of those schools where one may pursue such courses of study. We can only imagine to what purpose.

Now I’m not one to embrace the idea that white privilege even exists. If it did, then I have been seriously shortchanged. Let’s for a moment, just for the purpose of our discussion, stipulate that white privilege does exist. I suspect it would look pretty much like the life of our young Marty.  If others are prepared to step forward with a more cogent definition of white privilege then I am all ears. Gimme your best shot.

Let’s take a look at some of the product issued from the union of a Marxist professor and an NPR executive producer, and an education from Boston University. Here are some quotes from the mouth of Martin Weissgerber:


  • “Leave it to the Soviets to Make the Most Badass F***ing, Most Effective Gun in the World…AK (47)…The Destroyer of Imperialism and Colonization…That’s Why I Want to Get it (AK-47) Tattooed on Me.”
  • “I’ll Straight Up Get Armed, I Want to Learn How to Shoot, and Go Train. I’m Ready for the F***ing Revolution…I’m Telling You. Guillotine the Rich.”
  • “Let’s Force Them (Billionaires) to Build Roads…Rebuild Our Roads, Rebuild Our Dams, Rebuild Our Bridges. Let’s Force Them…”
  • “What Will Help is When We Send All the Republicans to the Re-Education Camps.”
  • “So, do We Just Cease – do We Just Dissolve the Senate, House of Representatives, the Judicial Branch, and Have Something Bernie Sanders and a Cabinet of People, Make All Decisions for the Climate? I Mean, I’m Serious.”
  • “The Soviet Union Was Not Horrible…I Mean, for Women’s Rights the Soviet Union – I Think – the Most Progressive Place to Date in the World.”
  • Weissgerber Reveals That His Father is a Belgian Marxist Who Participated in the May 1968 Civil Unrest in Paris, France.
  • Weissgerber Says That His Mother is “Really Left as Well, but She Can’t Make Her Views Known Because She Works for WBUR, which is NPR…”


Now you needn’t accept my word for it. Go to Project Veritas and enjoy the video. You’ll actually get to hear it from his very own parasitic turd holster (thanks for that one Rick Sanchez). There is so much to tackle here!

On the first point, I doubt if Marty can figure out which end of the tube that the round comes out of. He’s going to get armed? Learn to shoot? Really? He’s had since January. Surely he would have passed a background check by now. Instead of this, though, we learn that Marty is like most armchair revolutionaries: he doesn’t actually get his hands dirty. Why do that when there is a ready made, oppressed minority to carry that water for him. That’s why he was doling out antifa dollars on North High Street to young blacks in Columbus, Ohio last week.

I seriously doubt that any of those young men would stop by here to visit, much less read, but if they did I would offer them a warning. Perhaps not the warning that you all might think. Perhaps warning is too strong a word. Maybe we shall say that I would offer a caution. That would go as follows:

As a people you have been liberated from slavery for more than 150 years. I have ancestors who fell on both sides of that conflict (that would be the civil war, in case you had not heard), as do many Americans, black and white alike. We hear conniptions spewing from the commentator class at the mention of invoking federal troops to quell the riots in our major cities. You might be interested to learn that the most notable occasions in this nation’s history when this act has been used were in the south, to police recalcitrant authorities there during the reconstruction period, and during the civil rights era of the 1950’s and 60’s. On both occasions these were used to protect African American citizens. Citizens, not slaves. Since that time you have allowed yourselves to be seduced by guilt ridden, white liberals from northeastern universities. They have promised you one New Jerusalem after another. They have rode upon your backs to positions of great power and authority and many, certainly not all, but many of you still live in squalor.  You have failed to learn that these people are using you. Just like you were still all slaves.

Yes, Black Lives Matter. Especially in an election year. The revolution you have all been promised may come. It will likely fail, but in the unlikely event that it should succeed your situation will not be changed, other than to be made worse. You will fight, and bleed, be imprisoned, and some of you may even die. Marty and others like him will ride upon your backs to their promised land without even so much as a scratch. Then you will be promptly forgotten and ignored. When that day comes I say good luck to you. The chance that your fellow citizens will be roused to save you again are practically non-existent. Given your track record that would be as big a waste as giving a donor liver to an unrepentant, life-long alcoholic.