People Are Getting Tired of Woke Nonsense by Kurt Schlichter for Town Hall
We may have reached peak woke recently when some doctor got in a Twitter huff because a peasant of pallor did not detect the MD lurking within her, and this is a very good thing. This kind of foolishness will help us sooner consign wokeness to the fiery dumpster of history. The moral bankruptcy of wokeness should lead to its demise, but the abject stupidity of it might just kill it off first.
Now, the tale is as tiresome as you can imagine – apparently a “middle aged white woman” heir to Bull Connor – who was a Democrat – dared to ask the finicky physician if Her Medical Majesty worked at the store they were both shopping in and thereby assumed that Dr. Brittani James was a mere retail worker. I know, right?
No, it could not have been an innocent mistake – Occam’s Razor is racist too, apparently. Instead, this was clearly a hate crime that harkened back to the olden days, when bands of hooded Democrats with torches would ride the countryside, terrorizing black folks by asking them if they could supersize the Klansmen’s happy meals. Move over, Harriet Tubman, Fussy James has a real tale of racial oppression to tell. I bet a movie chronicling her trauma would win Best Picture; acting legend Nick Searcy could appear as the therapist who helps her move past the pain.
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It’s so obnoxious. On May 15 – incredibly, on purpose – Doc tweeted: “Minding my own business shopping and a middle-aged white woman asked me if I work there. When I looked at her blankly and answered back in a deadpan voice ‘no’, she giggled it off and said ‘I was just wondering where to put this shirt back’. But I’m a bad person if I go off.”
Well, yeah. You are a bad person for going off. You’re terrible – snotty, snobby, and so full of yourself you should write yourself a scrip for extra-strength Dulcolax® to empty yourself out.
But she wasn’t done. The sour sawbones doubled down with: “Kicking myself for not saying “I’m a physician” and letting her die of embarrassment. But something tells me she wouldn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed. Most of these types don’t.”
