Liberal White Boy Handicap

Dear 14-year-old white boy,

I’m sorry you have liberal parents.

I’m sorry they have lied to you.

I’m sorry you are growing up believing stuff that simply isn’t true.

I’m sorry your private school is no better than the liberal indoctrination camps people like your self-righteous parents call public schools.

I’m sorry your parents pretend to value diversity, but then insulate you behind walls that barricade you from the people they patronize through you and whom they congratulate themselves for pitying.

I’m sorry your mom thinks it’s cute that you flaunted your parents success by feigning modesty and guilt.

I’m sorry that liberal derelicts like your parents are celebrating you for your using repulsive language.

I’m sorry that your private school cannot even teach you accurate stereotypes in the stupid diversity classes to which you are apparently subjected.

I’m sorry that you’ve been told that anyone actually believes that profanity has something to do with skin color. Wow! You’re worse off than I imagined.

I’m sorry that you’re not even familiar with the ubiquitous aphorism, “You cuss like a sailor.” Normal people know that Navy culture holds the dubious honor of using profane language.

I’m sorry that you will probably never wear a Navy uniform -- or any other military uniform for that matter.

I’m sorry you will probably miss the meaningful education of committing to defend our country and our Constitution with your life would provide for you.

I’m sorry that you are nothing like the “one percent.”

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I’m sorry you don’t know that I’m talking about that percent who has the courage to swear that oath to defend freedom and opportunity for all Americans -- including those you pretend to pity.

I’m talking about that one percent standing guard around the world tonight protecting you from your liberal mothers worst nightmares.

I’m talking about the percent prepared to die to protect your right to say repulsive nonsense.

I’m truly sorry that you don’t know the truth about your own country.

I’m sorry that you don’t know the truth about the real history of slavery in the world.

I’m sorry that you don’t know that Muslims, at least “Assault Muslims,” brutally enslaved black Africans long before Europeans ever did.

I’m sorry that you don’t understand that Muslims are still brutally enslaving black Africans and other people to this very day.

I’m sorry people like your liberal parents find this truth so offensive.

I’m sorry people like your liberal mom expect me to ignore reality and to keep my mouth shut.

I’m sorry that more people like myself don’t confront the lies people like your mom and liberal teachers tell you.

I’m REALLY sorry you were never one of my students.

I’m sorry I never had the opportunity to offer your liberal parents a reality check.

I’m sorry that you and your liberal parents don’t realize just how screwed up the world you live in actually is -- thanks in large part to the lies that liberals claim are true.

I’m sorry you don’t even know what truth is.

I’m sorry that you don’t understand the sacrifice brave Americans made for you and for the Americans you pretentiously pity.

I am sorry that you want to feel guilty for being born in America.

I’m not sorry that you don’t know what it’s like to be a white boy with no money like my father was.

I’m not sorry that you don’t know what it’s like to have a mom addicted to crack or heroin -- like many black kids that I know personally.

But I am sorry that people like your mom try to ignore who sells this poison to these children’s mothers, and I am sorry that people like President Obama pretend dealing drugs in the ghetto is not a violent crime. Wow. Talk about demented.

I’m sorry you don’t know my wrestler DJ.

I’m sorry you were not at my house the day DJ showed up after a drug dealer punched his mom’s eyeball out of her face.

I’m sorry you weren’t here the day “DT" told me his mom stole his car and took it to a crack house.

I’m sorry you didn’t see the pain in DT’s eyes that day. I’m sorry you didn’t feel the pain in his voice.

I’m sorry you weren’t here the day Root showed up to escape the chaos of his cousin trying to stab her father at Root's house. Root's uncle had just been released from prison for dealing drugs.

I’m sorry your mother doesn’t have a clue about how destructive it is for young men and girls to not know who their fathers are.

I’m sorry your parents don’t have a clue about pathetic “mothers” who keep fathers away from their children in an effort to punish the men who won’t put up with their dysfunctional lives.

I’m sorry you have the impudence to take credit for misery in this world.

I’m sorry your parents have taught you to be such a pretentious little -- well never mind -- maybe you still don’t understand Marines talk the colorful way I do sometimes.

I am sorry that liberals like your parents deny truth, especially when doing so makes life so much harder for people liberals pretend to care about.

I am sorry you don’t understand the blessing that God has showered upon you and everyone else who is so blessed to be born in this country.

I’m not sorry that you are only 14.

I’m not sorry that truth can set you free.

But I will be sorry if you choose to deny it and turn out no better than your nutty parents.

Semper fi, big guy.