Its time for reparations. After hiding in the closet for zher entire life The Railer can finally come out thanks to a first-day Executive Order from Not-My-President DimJoe Biden. You see, decades ago it was not possible for The Railer to show zhiz true self, to publicly resolve that inner conflict that zhe struggled so […]
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If you’re going to run a social justice scam, you’d think it would be wise to put your best foot forward. In a nation of 330 million people, you can find an almost endless supply of pure hearted, immaculate, sympathetic, poster ready victims for almost any cause. That’s what makes the current BLM hysteria such
DimJoe Biden portrays himself as the white John Lewis. The Railer can easily imagine DimJoe publicly bragging: “c’mon man, I was there…, I was there when Martin Luther King was shot, I held his bleeding body in my arms. With his last breath he told me, Joe, Joe, Joe, … I’m heading to the mountain,
Reparations is the making of amends for a wrong, by paying money to, or otherwise help, the aggrieved. Empty promises of racial reparations are just the latest divisive identity-politics wedge that the Democrat Party uses to pit one American against another. While on surface reparations might momentarily appease both recipients and virtue signaling whites, the
Joe Biden has finally given a name to his sought-after specimen, the elusive Brown Wombed Death Adder, Camel Harris. Was that too vulgar? Perhaps. But race and sex were DimJoe’s only resume requirements. The Railer finds his gender quota tribalism offensive, destructive, and un-American. History will forever note that Camel Harris was selected for her
Warning: hyperbole and sarcasm ahead. There ya go traffic blockin’, city burnin,’ libtards, The Railer has already composed the chant for you. It follows your infantile, well-worn, template that most of us are sick of hearing. Since libs have made it fashionable to adjudicate American icons through a modern social justice, environmental justice, trans justice,
You can infer much about a philosophy by what it celebrates. For example, the “religion of peace” has a holy day known as Ashura. The main attraction? The men cut or whip themselves into a bloody mess and parade through the streets. What a perfect fit, a blood orgy as praise for God. In the
