The woke-on-woke violence continued this week against Lin-Manuel Miranda’s box office catastropheIn the Heights, with a Washington Post op-ed that accidentally proves just how little racism there is in America.

Julissa Contreras co-wrote the op-ed. She’s the creator of something called Ladies Who Bronché (isn’t it spelled “brunch?”). The other co-wrier is Dash Harris Machado, who produced something called NEGRO: A Docu-series About Latinx Identity — which is so important the word “docu-series” had to be included in the title of the docu-series.

Maybe I should change this column’s headline to… “A Column About WaPo Publishing a Column Filled with Woke Gibberish in a Column to Trash ‘In the Heights’ Which Isn’t a Column.”

What a joke these self-important gasbags are.

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So woketard Lin-Manuel Miranda brings his 145-minute woketardathon In the Heights to the big screen. But because you can never be woke enough, it’s immediately smeared as racist because the movie’s leads — while not white — do not have dark enough skin to qualify as… Well, I’m not sure what, so let’s just say LOL.

Naturally, because he’s a mewling quisling with no penis, Lin-Manuel Miranda publishes a simpering statement apologizing for his woke sins. But that’s not enough. It’s never enough. So the far-left Washington Post gives two pompous blowhards column space to launch a whole new attack Miranda, but…

Because there’s so little racism in America, all they can do is throw the “approved” words at the page and hope we readers assume we’re too dense to comprehend the depth and meaning of all their lofty intellectual-ness.

Here are my favorite examples:

My spellcheck just told me to kiss its ass.

This brings me to my point…

In a country where actual racism exists, you’re not forced to communicate using words and phrases that have no meaning. In a racist country, you can write in clear and precise language. For example: “The government just passed a law making it legal for white people to run down Puerto Ricans with their cars” or “Washington Heights just outlawed racial minorities from eating and drinking.”

But in a country with no serious racism problems, you’re forced to invent bullshit like “predominantly afrodescendant communities” and “deprioritization of lived and racialized experiences” and “distancing mechanism from their Whiteness.”

No one knows what any of that means, and no one is supposed to know. What we’re supposed to do is become so blinded by the academic-ness of it all, we nod our heads in awed agreement.

When you can’t talk straight, when you can’t use precise and clear language, when you’re forced to confuse the issue with gibberish deliberately, it proves you have no argument.

The overall complaint about In the Heights, including this specific Post column, is nothing more or less than a bunch of spoiled, impossible-to-appease crybabies, crybabying over a color chart — over the luxury problem of the skin tone in a major studio picture starring non-white performers.

There’s so little racism in America that America’s racial arsonists are not only reduced to publishing horseshit like “in favor of a nonexistent mono-cultural ‘Latinidad,’” they’re also forced to whine that the “wrong” kind of racial minorities are starring in a big studio movie.

So I ask you…

How great is that?

How great is this country?

We’ve so eradicated the evil of racism, the woketard racial arsons have been forced to invent a language that makes less sense than Klingon.

 

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