Sense of entitlement

If I have three slabs and I put @benmarvin, @vinnie, and @gqbound on them, then slice them all open, what happens? They all bleed red. That's race. The human race. Listening to people I know that work in retail I am hearing horror stories about people calling "white" associates out for being racist and only dealing with "black" associates. How's that not racist? Go figure. Makes me sad, very, very sad. If there's nine people of color that are just fine with whatever the store rules are, and you're the one that draws the race card calling out the associate for being a racist bitch, what does that tell us? You're the one trying to shoplift and trying to distract us by pulling that ever so convenient race card. Slavery? That was what, 200 some years ago. So shut the fuck up and get over yourself. Now who's the racist bitch? Fine, you've got more of a tan than me, but what is that other than skin color? Nothing. You still bleed red, don't you? That's the only bond that we need, the only bond that lasts. "Ignorance, that's my baby's name!"