Thus sayeth Chris “Thrill up my leg” Matthews, when he offered an apology to his guests on behalf of all white people during a conversation on race.
I will now say on behalf of myself that Chris Matthews does not speak for me.
I do not get a thrill up my leg when I see Zero bloviate about how he’s going to fundamentally change the nature of this country.
I do not immediately draw the gargantuan intellectually dishonest conclusion that an attack such as the Boston Marathon bombing that took place a few months ago is an attack on my political party of choice.
I do not consider those who vote third party idiots, and superciliously proclaim that those who opt to stay home on Election Day (presumably instead of voting for his leftard of choice) are somehow intellectually inferior to me.
I do not consider natural disasters such as Superstorm Sandy, that destroyed lives and property and took a huge economic toll on the east coast, some kind of twisted blessing because of the political opportunities it provides.
I do not consider all conservatives racist. There are racist shitbags all over the political spectrum and of all races.
I do not believe we should have more government spending.
I do not blindly worship at the altar of Obama and proclaim that my deity in Presidential form has “never done anything wrong” in his life, especially since he admitted to having done illegal drugs in his youth.
I do not believe that every criticism of a person of color is racist. I understand that criticism of this administration’s policies, of Susan Rice’s handling of the Benghazi issue on national television, of Eric Holder’s… well… everything is not rooted in race but in the actions of the individuals.
So no, Captain Legthrill, you don’t speak for me. Hell, I doubt you are even capable of speaking my language! I couldn’t be this stupid, blind, prejudiced and irritating if I tried.