“We shall not be mocked,” you (for certain values of “you”) declare. But you are wrong, tribalism breath:
This is utter, craven bullshit of the highest order, and I have had enough. I personally reserve the right to mock anyone, on any issue I choose, and if you choose to take offense I truly do not care. I don’t care what your one-drop count is, or if you embrace anal sodomy, or if you worship a paedopheliac butcher. I’m going to mock you. Just as I mock my own cracker brethren. This is called humor, and it is the safety valve of over-pressurized societies.
You don’t get a pass from me. There is no Get Out of the Bath House Free card. There is no Fear of Fatwah card. There is no indolent reparations bullshit card that will ever sway me. You? You? You were born to be mocked. We all are. Get over yourselves. You are all Scut Farkus, long overdue for a punch in your damned noses.
And while you’re at it, let us know when you find the documentation — a phrase, or a penumbra, in the Constitution, perhaps? — that grants you the right not to be offended.