7/12/2018, 11:54 am
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"The context? It was during a conference, where Schnatter claimed that Colonel Sanders allegedly called blacks the "N-word."
In other words, Schnatter had to resign not for calling a black person the N-word, not for even using the N-word to describe blacks around white people, but merely saying that someone else used the N-word. As of this writing, there was no context that showed that Schnatter approved of Sanders's alleged use of the word, a word that is commonly used to this day by some black people.
But apparently, it is now a crime for white people to use the N-word to recount that someone else used the N-word."
So lets ponder the hypothetical: I'm in tractor barn 2 hearing a political lecture and sharing a freshly fermented light beverage ration with my comrades. Someone who may or may not have a golden shovel raises the concept of Womyn in positions of authority as superiors. The immediate uproar from the crowd includes the word "bossy." Maybe someone who may or may not be named "May" is offended and files a report.
The next morning, I'm standing at attention in front of Red Square's massive desk, explaining the incident to the Direktor and his Politburo of Kommisars standing behind him, and I say "I remember hearing that Theocritus (a legendary Cubist who has passed away) referred to womyn as "the b-word." I didn't say Bossy; I didn't call womyn "bossy" or even tone it down to "the B-word", I said someone else long dead "used the B-word" when describing members of a group.
Red Square is now obligated to have me clean out the tool room and the distillery, turn in my ration cards and the keys to Tractor Barn #2, gather up my warm clothes and best shovel and report to the train station! Meanwhile, Commissarka Pinkie and Comrade Putout high-five in the Ladies Room and go seek out reparations from the Government and their next victim. Hypothetically speaking, of course.
Comrades, check your calendars: Next Tuesday™ is upon us.
Papa John's founder forced to resign for saying someone else used the 'N-word'
He didn't say it. He said someone else said something, without using "that word." He's fired from the company he started."The context? It was during a conference, where Schnatter claimed that Colonel Sanders allegedly called blacks the "N-word."
In other words, Schnatter had to resign not for calling a black person the N-word, not for even using the N-word to describe blacks around white people, but merely saying that someone else used the N-word. As of this writing, there was no context that showed that Schnatter approved of Sanders's alleged use of the word, a word that is commonly used to this day by some black people.
But apparently, it is now a crime for white people to use the N-word to recount that someone else used the N-word."
So lets ponder the hypothetical: I'm in tractor barn 2 hearing a political lecture and sharing a freshly fermented light beverage ration with my comrades. Someone who may or may not have a golden shovel raises the concept of Womyn in positions of authority as superiors. The immediate uproar from the crowd includes the word "bossy." Maybe someone who may or may not be named "May" is offended and files a report.
The next morning, I'm standing at attention in front of Red Square's massive desk, explaining the incident to the Direktor and his Politburo of Kommisars standing behind him, and I say "I remember hearing that Theocritus (a legendary Cubist who has passed away) referred to womyn as "the b-word." I didn't say Bossy; I didn't call womyn "bossy" or even tone it down to "the B-word", I said someone else long dead "used the B-word" when describing members of a group.
Red Square is now obligated to have me clean out the tool room and the distillery, turn in my ration cards and the keys to Tractor Barn #2, gather up my warm clothes and best shovel and report to the train station! Meanwhile, Commissarka Pinkie and Comrade Putout high-five in the Ladies Room and go seek out reparations from the Government and their next victim. Hypothetically speaking, of course.
Comrades, check your calendars: Next Tuesday™ is upon us.
