Lucien’s Unpopular Opinion: Cultural Appropriation is BULLSH*T!

There is this idea that this country was founded upon.  It’s an idea that the likes of Martin Luther King Jr fought for and the civil rights war was waged.  It’s an idea that the SJWs are trying to roll back in the name of being progressive.  Never in all my years did I think that I would see Jim Crow making a comeback in the name of “tolerance.”  It blows my fucking mind.  But here I am, watching it happen, and now we have two people who did NOTHING WRONG having their successful business destroyed because of these virtue signaling motherfuckers who want to tell other people how to run their lives.  I am, of course, talking about cultural appropriation.  The idea that white people take other cultures ideas and then use them.  As if that isn’t a good thing.  As if taking ideas from another culture and applying them to your own is somehow wrong.  I fucking hate these people, but let’s get into specifics.

Kali Wilgus and Liz Connelly started a business called Kooks Burritos.  They went down to Mexico and studied making Mexican food and loved what they had so much that they wanted to bring that back to America.  Doesn’t that sound like a good thing?  To find the works of another culture so good that you want to spread it to your own area so others can experience it?  Doing an interview for a publication, Kali thought so.  But as we have seen 1000 times, the SJW shitstorm had to follow.  Why?  Because it is “white supremacy” and disrespectful to Mexican culture.  Some of the reasoning behind this retardedness just blows my fucking mind.  Not just because of the mental gymnastics that these people have to do, but because they are so ignorant of the damage they are doing to society with this crap.

And we have seen this so many times before.  Like that girl who had the box braids and wanted to show it off on Instagram and instead had her account swarmed with these virtue signaling cocksuckers who had to tell her just how bad of a person she is because she likes a hair style that is used by a different ethnic group.  Oh!  The horror!  That’s so oppressive!  White supremacy!

I’ve heard all the justifications.  “White people take everything from other cultures!”  Oh really?  Define white people for me.  Are you talking about Americans?  Are you talking about Canadians?  Australians?  British?  Irish?  Russians?  Polish?  Czech?  All of those nationalities have very different cultural values and histories.  Here’s what I think it means.  I think that their definition of white people is basically Americans.  It has to be.  Because anyone with any modicum of cultural perspective would tell them that white people are not some homogeneous group who thinks with one mind.  That’s not how this works.  But don’t tell the virtue signaling retards that.  Then they might have to inject some nuance into their arguments, and we can’t have that.  Then we might have something to debate about and really think on.  Or look at how different countries, even those predominately white, have different cultures and different styles and different perspectives that we have to think critically on.  That’s too spooky for these racist pricks.

Cultural appropriation is defined as when one culture (white people) takes the ideas from another culture and adds them to one’s own.  Isn’t that a good thing?  Isn’t the idea to learn from other groups?  After all, if we don’t look outside of our own ethnic group we can miss crucial context and then generalize other people because we don’t know any better.  Taking ideas from other cultures allows a culture to grow and become more rounded.  And since we had leaders like MLK who wanted humanity to come together as one brotherhood and instead of judging by race judge by character, I think that what those two women did was quite inspiring.  They went down to Mexico and studied with people who had been making food their whole lives, then came home to spread that knowledge and cultural perspective to everyone because they loved it so much.  Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and I would think the people they spoke about would be flattered that these two women found what they did so amazing.

“But Lucien, they didn’t start this business because of love for the culture!  They started it to make money!”  So fucking what?!  Name me a business that doesn’t want to make money!  You can want to be successful and still have a love of the culture you are trying to emulate.  After all, if the goal wasn’t to be successful, why start a business?  Sounds like a great business strategy.  That argument is ridiculous.  And how is it white supremacy to want to take what you learned and spread it around?  Are they Klansman who think that they are going to be better at it because they’re white?  What’s that?  There is ZERO evidence for that?!  Well then maybe that point is bullshit too!

I am so tired of the progressive left ruining people’s lives and reputations because of some bullshit that they spout in the name of tolerance.  If you are so goddamn tolerant, then maybe you can see that these women were genuine and wanted to do something good and make good food for people.  Or if that’s too hard, you can stay out of these women’s way and just let them make their food in peace.  Is that also asking too much?  It must be.  Because they destroyed their livelihood.

But I do have to call out the people who bend and break to this.  These women should have stood their ground.  I wish more people would stand their ground and tell these assholes where they can go shove it.  While they are busy trying to homogenize themselves and their lives as much as possible, I am listening to a song sung in Arabic from a series from Japan that borrows from American culture and spaghetti westerns that is animated.  Why?  Because I think experiencing the works from other parts of the world makes me a more well-rounded person.  But that’s just me.  All that nuanced opinions about life and how the world is a more complicated place than “white man evil!”  So strange.

Until next time, a quote,

“Now these social justice warriors, they may want to live in a world that’s cold and sterile and devoid of anything that gives warmth and happiness to people, but as for me, I’d rather live in a world where cute little Asian girls front death metal bands.  Because that’s just more fun.” – Internet Aristocrat

Peace out,

Maverick

My Ending Plan

I recently got a new job.  Yeah, it feels good.  So much tension relieved.  The situation with employment has been dogging on me for a long time.  Now, I am finally able to move forward.  See, it’s not just the fact that I have a job.  I also have a goal.  It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a long time.  The first step is one I mean to take.  I have no idea when I am going to be able to finish.  I may never.  It could end up being like the couple from Up, where I continually have to drain money from the fund I am going to be starting in order to pay for the endless financial bullshit in my life.  But I am still going to try.  At this point, I don’t really have anything to lose.

Once I have this whole situation with my paycheck and whatnot figured out, and how much I am going to owe my parents on an escrow account they are setting up for me to repay them for them helping me with my college loan situation (individjual), and how I am going to pay for insurance that I’m going to have to buy, I am going to start a separate account to put money into.  It will be for one purpose – to save up for a house.  I look all the time.  Since I don’t sleep very well at night, I have a lot of time to kill.  So I look up houses.  Where?  Why on the ocean, of course.  The biggest dream I’ve had is to live on the water.  To have the sound of the waves lull me to sleep each night.  Is that so selfish a dream?  I don’t know.  Anyway, I mean to start my fund.  This is going to be an unfathomably expensive venture.  I don’t want to live on a beach.  Far from it.  Just on the ocean.  Everyone wants beach-front property.  Eff that!  I just want a place where I can watch the ocean and listen to the waves.

My dream place has a couple of features.  The first is a space where I can watch the ocean.  I really don’t need much.  See, because I’m an unattractive giant, I know that I’ll be making this trip alone.  It’ll just be me, embarking on the greatest voyage of my life.  The last voyage I mean to take.  For real, this is the very end goal of my overall plan that I’ve been brewing for my life.  Ever since my second-to-last year in college, I’ve had this nagging thought at the back of my mind- where do I want to end up?  It’s a good question.  As I said, I’m unattractive.  So a romance life is out.  I won’t have the endless problems some people do.  No children.  No wife.  No obligations outside of myself.  Well, there will be this repayment thing.  That will be fun.  And I will eventually have a car loan.  Life sure is a rip-roaring fucking adventure, isn’t it.  I fucking hate every minute of waking up.

Anyway, I go all the time and look on sites that give costs of houses on the ocean in places like Oregon and Washington.  Those are the kinds of states I’d like to live in.  Northern Pacific, you know.  None of that East Coast shit.  Nothing but assholes out that way.  Not to mention crowded.  A friend of a lady-friend was telling me that you can find pretty cheap ocean-front housing in Oregon, but it’s in towns that are beyond hick.  Works for me.  I’m not the social type anyway, so hardly anyone will see me.  All I need is a good view.  But that’s not the only thing.  I just insanely-digressed from the description of my dream house.

The place won’t be very large.  Hell, I could live with a one-bedroom home, if such things existed.  If there are two bedrooms, I’ll just be converting the second bedroom into a library/study anyway.  Maybe, by the time I get where I’m looking to go, I will have some money for proper video-making equipment and a good PC for editing.  Then I can make videos for my YouTube channel which are good.  Novel concept, I know.  The living room will be my entertainment space.  Just an Interwebs connection and my gaming systems, and I’m good.  But the real thing I mean to spend time in is the kitchen.  I LOVE to cook.  When my ex and I were living together, it was understood that I did the cooking.  She had admirable qualities, but cooking was not one of them.  I’m one of these weird guys who loves to cook and isn’t gay or a hipster.  It’s a funny world we live in.

So that’s all I need.  A kitchen, a space for my technologies, and a view of the ocean.  That’s all.  Once I have that, then I’m happy.  The final goal of my overall life plan is to get to the ocean and then live a few years in a place where I can be happy.  Just me and the water.  A part time job, for something to occupy my days.  Will like volunteer with a non-profit group.  The idea is that I am going to live in apartments until I save up enough to get into a house.  It is a tall order.  The tallest there is.  But this is where I want to be.  A house, on the ocean, where I can listen to the waves.

Question is – what do I do when I have that.  Been pondering that question for some time.  Honestly, given how far down the road this will inevitably be, it’s a question that will have to be dealt with when I get there.  To be honest, after a few years of living without having to be afraid for my future, part of me thinks that I may just cash in my chips there.  After all, I’ll likely be in my 50’s when I get there.  Hell, it’s like retirement, only not a giant pile of shit.  Not waiting for old age and the lonely bed being the thing to claim my life.  I get to go somewhere that I want to be, living the kind of life that I want, but not going at it too long so that it becomes an issue.  By the time I get there.  Again, way too early to tell.

So there’s my ending plan.  The final place I mean to end up.  Getting to watch the ocean and have that be the thing that puts me to sleep.  It sounds perfect.  Getting to live the kind of life I have wanted to live for so long.  No kids.  No wife.  Unattractive ogre doesn’t have to worry about that.  It’s pretty simple.  Now I will be starting a fund where I’ll probably be putting about 50 dollars in a month.  If that.  Might have to start this a year or two down the line.  Unsure, just yet.

What do you all think?  Let me know down in the Comments.

Until next time, a quote,

And as I sat there, looking out into the darkness, I thought back on all the things I’d built and left unfinished. I realized something – I wasn’t sad that it was gone. I had had fun making all that stuff. I would have done it anyway. And then, somehow, I knew that when I woke up, all my work really would be destroyed.” – The King, The Unfinished Swan

Peace out,

Maverick