God damn it

Not many people I've met seem to embrace the idea of racism. Most people I've met who were raised sometime after 1930 or so seem to be more or less comfortable with the idea that it's not really acceptable to pre-judge people based on their skin color. They may not agree, but in general, they seem to get that most of the other people they have to live with are going to act that way.

In general, I agree.

But then I see something like this.


Just a couple of people trying to have a little fun at their wedding, no big deal. So why can't I get past the fact that all I'm seeing is a bunch of privileged white Americans pretending to dance like Negroes and laughing their asses off? Why can't I laugh at his spastic attempts at rhythm? Shouldn't it be funny that the song is about liking a black woman with a big butt, and this guy seems so enthusiastic about a nondescript white woman with no ass at all? The fact that they went on Ellen Degeneres' show to recreate this should just be something to smile over, but I can't. And when I see all the copycat videos posted with other happy white couples doing the same thing, I can taste bile and blood in my throat.

Why the hell can't I laugh this piece of stupidity off?

It is capital-A Art

Jim Woodring, artist and illustrator of, among other things, the ever-astounding Frank, has an illustration blog. Sometimes it is dreamlike, sometimes bewildering, and other times it is simply inspiring.

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