Listen here, you genetically irrelevant mayonnaise smudge—your ancestors were so desperate for power they invented racism because their own culture was as bland as unseasoned chicken. You’re the human equivalent of a participation trophy handed out because no one wanted to admit your bloodline peaked with a rusty pitchfork and a stolen continent. If ignorance were currency, you’d be Jeff Bezos, but instead, you’re just a sad, hateful stain on humanity’s collective underwear, screaming into the void where your personality should be.
