“Social Justice Warriors” (SJW) operating under the influence of cultural Marxism are noted for arbitrarily assigning “victim status” to various classes of people usually based on their gender, race/colour, ethnicity, sexual orientation, “refugees” or whatever other flavour of the month they deem sacrosanct.
White people (Caucasians) — especially heterosexual White men in Western society — fall under a class of their very own — “White privileged oppressors“. You know the type … the people who are world renown for great advances in technology, medicine, science and a whole host of other inventions — too many to mention here — that have benefited the world.
Fred Reed says: “A product of WHITE engineers. When you can do this, come back and talk to me”.
In their deluded quest to make all things “equal” and “inclusionary” in an unequal, real natural world … Social Justice Warriors assign the best and the brightest to a 2nd or 3rd position on hierarchy scales to help mitigate the “hurt feelings” of their victim groups. One method is to guilt-trip White people by placing them in mine fields loaded with warning signs of “political-correct” conduct because easily offended “snow flakes” must not be confronted with the harsh realities of real life.
To explain how nature’s order takes precedence over society’s artificial rules of conduct, I offer this crude analogy: The beginning of your physical existence began as a tiny sperm in a gallant struggle that had you racing towards the coveted ovum in your mother’s body. Among millions of compatriots in this monumental struggle, there could only be one winner. You didn’t turn around to the other wriggling spermatozoa that were lagging behind, and offer them your position. No, you earned that leading position on your own merits, and only after a bout of hard slogging according to nature’s own laws. Oh … and guess who won the race to the egg? You did. So, to all you manipulating SJWs … stop whining, and get on with your own natural life, and allow others the same!
Photo H/T https://saboteur365.wordpress.com/ Yes, a Warrior …just NOT the wimpish “social justice” type!
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Victorian poet William Henley (1849-1903)