Jesse Hajicek

AND WE ARE NOT ALL VIOLENT ALCOHOLICS.
IT'S JUST ME.
I SWEAR.

Allcu for the win.

Oh, and the post he was responding to the posting of (/grammarsoup):

Only Chinese Canadians are allowed to dress up like ninjas! Cultural exchange is bad, yo. Because some people don't fully understand the cultures they enjoy. Liking sushi without taking a degree in Asian Studies (Asian, not Japanese, because certain Chinese Canadians want to be included) is a form of racism.

Uh-huh. All the obvious things about leprechauns and Nanjing have already been said, so I'll just leave it at that.

You know, once upon a time, some friends and I had a thing called the Mutt Club. We met weekly at the New Horizons restaurant in Minneapolis, which was ostensibly Chinese but had things on the menu like hash browns and, I seem to recall, tacos, which made it the perfect venue. The original point of the Mutt Club was to form a group that could oppose racism without perpetrating it. We had observed that the only approaches we'd ever seen were, on one hand, the "My group is oppressed because white people are evil oppressors! Down with Whitey!" and, on the other, "I'm a proud member of the White Race, you mudbloods! Pheer my confederate flag!" (I am, of course, exaggerating for effect.)

We were probably drunk when we came to the realization that there is no such thing as a 'white race', nor, for the most part, any 'racially pure' individuals at all. Race is a continuum, not a binary. And that this meant we should get together at New Ho and eat eggs and shoot the shit until they kicked us out. I can say with certainty that I wasn't stoned, because I'm allergic; I can't speak for anyone else.

Anyway, we never really achieved anything but talk, and most of that was off topic. We engaged in no activism whatsoever. We weren't activist types. It seems to me that those who really excel at activism prefer to see things in terms of Good vs. Evil, Us vs. Them, which polarization was precisely the opposite of what we meant to demonstrate. But I still kinda wish we'd staged a march or something. We could've marched down Lake, holding steaming mugs of coffee and nonsensical signs, chattering merrily. Just to Lyndale and back. They'd have held our tab open that long.