Both New Wife and I had to deal with this kind of shit before in South Africa. Every time we insisted on punctuality, we were told to observe “Africa Time”, which makes “mañana” or “domani” look positively hidebound. Appointment times are simply guidelines, and meeting times wild approximations, but always, always on the late side. (I’ve always suggested that if these pricks really want to go onto Africa Time, then their salaries can be paid anytime their employer feels like it, ditto welfare payments, and visits to the ER at a hospital would involve a six- to eight-hour wait, regardless of emergency. Also, bus service would be sporadic, and stores can be opened and closed whenever the proprietors feel like it.)
Here’s what I’m talking about, in part:
The National African American History Museum suggests being on time, self-reliance, avoidance of conflict and intimacy, and rugged individualism are markers of “whiteness.”
So I guess that “non-whiteness (actually, Black)” markers would be: extreme tardiness, dependence on others (especially government), conflict-seeking and herd behavior. (I’m not going to touch “intimacy”, although I would suggest that judging from the unwed motherhood statistics among Blacks, they probably need to avoid it a lot more.)
Sorry, but I’m afraid all that’s not American, but African — and we are not Africa.
Of course, these Marxist fuckers want to turn us into Africa (and they already have, in places like Minneapolis), but that’s just not gonna happen.
All this nonsense is just so wrong, I can barely begin to refute it.
I can’t wait for November.
