Zaap: It (White guilt) consists of you thinking you speak for any race or group of people. The typical leftloon 'white-knight' syndrome when it comes to black people and other minorities.
M: Hehe, you have a fascinating capacity to project. Your incapacity to identify with racists makes me the White-Knight? Don't you mean I speak for all people because we are all the same and he who knows the truth about himself knows the truth about everybody. I see the racism in you because I don't deny the racism in me. I told you I see you out of a darkness into which you fear to look. You have too little humility. You are the White Knight whose armor gleams to prevent you from seeing your inner reality. I am the racist pig who can see himself and therefore has no need of guilt. It is the blind to themselves who are imprisoned, not those who deny their guilt. You are lily white in your denial and I'm a racist pig. You inhabit a world of your own creation that is upside down. You live in denial of your guilt while I serve sentence. There is a reason the church offers confession. Do you know that joy in your soul.
You are the great and wonderful Zaap, and I'm a nobody.
Z: It actually reveals you think of most minorities as inferior and in need of your protection.
M: Boy you can say that again. You have not the faintest idea how inferior you feel. Nor can you begin to imagine how the protection I can offer you were you to be a nobody like me. Where can you fall when you're laying flat on the ground.
Z: I don't think there's any minority that requires the 'protection' of wussy white liberals. Most actually AREN'T inferior to you in any way.
M: You mean to tell me that the love that lies hidden within us is there for everybody. You don't sound anything at all like a believer to me. Why else would you struggle to put me down for you to be up? You see you do this, do you not? Where's that big strong man who isn't too bothered by psychobabble. Oh man. You tickle me.
Z: And another irony? There's GOOD number that would actually beat you senseless if you actually ever tread anywhere outside your basement in whatever lilly white suburb you dwell in and spouted half your psychobabble anywhere near them. But don't get me wrong, I'm glad you actually would never do that, I wouldn't actually want that much reality to visit you in an unpleasant way.
M: Good grief Zaap.... How do you think you could possibly know that if you didn't feel in in yourself. I know who you are because I know me. If I hate you back I would hate myself for hating myself. That's just not a great idea.
Know then Zaap, the violence you project on me from yourself and others is nothing at all to the violence I feel for myself. I have felt such rage in my fists that they've left bruises on my flesh.
Your rage, my dear Zaap, is nothing but a mask for your pain. You waste your time beating a dead horse. But if you want to learn more about who we are grab a wheelbarrow for my psychobabble and gird up your loins and prepare for Mr. Toad's wild ride.
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