I guess I'm a white supremacist.
I'm white, and I'm far supreme to any idiot who dreams up this nonsense.
Let a sleeping dog lie is a wise adage, but those idiots are poking a pit bull with a stick and sooner or later he will wake up and turn on them savagely. It'll be a beautiful thing. 
So. You are OK with being White. How dare you...
No matter how hard I strain and grunt, I just can't blame myself for being white.
In my early teen years, I was my Dad's trackhoe.
In Illinois where the soft dirt goes down about 4ft, I could dig the hole, put in a 500 gallon steel septic tank and have the tank covered and full of water in one day, all with a pick and shovel.
But there were times when we could use some help, and we'd run by the SI nightclub in Mounds and ask the hangers-on if they wanted a days work. And since they were all on welfare, they all had bad backs.

I have worked my butt off since I was a little boy, so that's How dare I.
