The Nobel Art of Self Deception
There’s no getting away from it: Whiteys strive for importance on a non-stop, seven-days-a-week, bending-over-backwards, sell-their-own-grandmothers-for-it basis. I say this having spent much of my life in Africa, Asia, and London, so I have ‘control groups,’ as the scientists say, to help me measure tendencies like this.
Not every Whitey of course, but enough of them. in contrast to other groups, for it to be a general characteristic. But even in cases where they don’t appear to be striving, I think a lot of them really are. Take Andy Nowicki’s recent article on über-slacker Kurt Cobain. What was that thing with a shotgun if it wasn’t an attempt to out-nihil all the other gurning grungers?
Now we get the latest Nobel Peace Prize, which, as far as I can be bothered to find out, is decided by yet another clique of self-important Whiteys in some Scandinavian country. What is it with us Whiteys that we want to make up dumb, self-important prizes and drop them from the sky on their baffled recipients? You definitely won’t catch the Africans, Arabs, Indians, or Chinese going in for this sport.
Not every Whitey of course, but enough of them. in contrast to other groups, for it to be a general characteristic. But even in cases where they don’t appear to be striving, I think a lot of them really are. Take Andy Nowicki’s recent article on über-slacker Kurt Cobain. What was that thing with a shotgun if it wasn’t an attempt to out-nihil all the other gurning grungers?
Now we get the latest Nobel Peace Prize, which, as far as I can be bothered to find out, is decided by yet another clique of self-important Whiteys in some Scandinavian country. What is it with us Whiteys that we want to make up dumb, self-important prizes and drop them from the sky on their baffled recipients? You definitely won’t catch the Africans, Arabs, Indians, or Chinese going in for this sport.
