“Jeez, what a racist pile of crap! Not only does your piece reek of ugliness and viciousness, it presents an approach that is just plain stupid. You are shouting "Go ahead: make my day!" at an opponent who can easily crush you. Spitting in the faces of those who injure you only motivates them to injure you more.”

LOL — the rage, guy. Deep breaths.

“If you’re shitty, people who hurt you will hurt you more” is not particularly complicated.

Or novel: you’re a total formula . I, the good guy, am candidly but sternly warning you of your self defeating behavior, provocative to others, but not me because I’m sincerely trying to help you. I am the good guy — did I mention that? Please DO NOT make me act like this again. That about sum it up?

OK, arch angel, I’ll slow it down if that helps.

Pound sand.

Due respect, of course, but take a long walk off a short pier with that.

I don’t misunderstand you. Chris. I’m indifferent to your particularly brand of Humble Deity. <shrug; God made me this way>

That “let me tell you how to fix racism” banner? Mind getting it out of my face, there, fella? It doesn’t exactly hide you being a dick about my complete lack of deference.

I hesitate to point out the obvious, but you don’t know how to cure racism. You know that, right? Or have you just being laying low so these years waiting for just the right moment to Expectus Patronus us all?

Chris, I will make this unmistakably simple: I don’t care that you’re a dick. I have plenty of friends who are, and frankly, they are my favorites. But if you bring that dick over here, I’m cutting it off.

Tell me I’m being cause-defeatist. But keep. The dick. Over there.

Scream, hyperventilate. <shrug> But keep. The dick. Over there.

Blame me for the whole of racism. But keep. The Dick. Over There.

Because if you ferry yourself over here and wag it at me, I am going to hand it back to you.

You don’t have to like it, but you’d be wise to make peace with it. It’s how we Americans roll, big guy. Comprends vous?