Indians and Eskimo's. A whole different subculture of hating Whitey. Luckily, I enjoy being looked on as the oppressor and enslaver of worlds. And my genetic make-up is such that with my olive skin, almond eyes and jet black hair I am sometimes mistaken for a team member.
(Standing in the market; Indian in front of me turns back to me and mutters)
"Fucking white bitch--they need a new cashier in this shit hole."
Hmmmm it's nice to feel part of.
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