I'm actually not a racist.
I wish I could be half as cool as this person.
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Adventures in Albion
Weep, weep O Walsingam, Whose dayes are nightes,
Blessings turned to blasphemies, Holy deedes to dispites.
Sinne is where our Ladye sate, Heaven turned is to helle;
Sathan sitte where our Lord did swaye,
Walsingam, oh, farewell!
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Obviously you're not really racist, just like obviously I'm not. Really racist white people don't know enough about people of other races to say anything cogent about them, because they avoid them like the plague. And then from their safe all-white low-crime education-valuing corruption-free communities, they call people like us racist.
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