Anderson Cooper enjoys a gleeful moment of white ethnomasochism when he happily discovers a slave murdered one of his ancestors.
No further comment. The sickness is self-evident.
Ok, maybe some further comment. To head off the inevitable haters and short bus slopeheads, the “sickness” to which I refer isn’t the anti-slavery posturing; it’s the preening eagerness that Cooper brings to learning about his blood ancestor being killed by one of the slaves.
A non-pussy white man with a set of working stones, upon hearing the same news, would react more like this:
“Hm. How about that. Well, I’m conflicted. Not too happy about the slavery thing, but I’m not going to sit here and crow about one of my own blood getting brutally murdered, whether his killer was slave or not, just to act all sanctimonious for liberal whites and TV ratings. So, I’m glad they hanged his killer.”
Is it really so hard for pussy white male leftoids to MAN UP a little? Must be genetic.