How To Pretend Systemic Racism Doesn't Exist - SOME MORE NEWS
But. Does Redlining still happen? I'll bet it doesn't. And I happen to've read the published work of Dr. Arthur Jensen, and to agree with all I read in it. And I've already said how much I despise Black and Jewish and Irish and Hilbilly culture and music--hiphop anyway. And I long ago concluded that there could be but one way for anyone trapped in those cultures to emerge clean from them, and that would be by honest, color-blind Individualism (or possibly Unitarianism). This is how I can have had, back in the day when it was appropriate for me to have done so, a couple of fine, and very different, black lovers (one of whom was a for-real, no-sex, straight bromance, where we like slept together but didn't fuck--and, yes, it was weird being esteemed for my whiteness).
So let's talk a little about Scott Joplin. I would point out the thing that, in my estimation, makes his music precious to us: It's Charm, ladies and gentlemen. As in Chopin and Tschaikovsky. As in Alfons Mucha of the 1890's and 19-oughts. It's like the curve of the ass of a thirty-year-old male soccer player. There is nothing else in the universe like it--It just is. DaĆ¼ber mussen wir schweigen.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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