As it seems, the white liberal conjures enemies...when there are none. The dirty laundry of the SPLC exposes...they like to wash their money. The landscape is littered with black liberals...hung out to dry. Mr. & Mrs. black liberal, how does it feel to know that your ally has his knife to your back? It seems, the white democrat has not drifted too far from its racist roots. The white liberal controls you like a puppet. Geppetto's strings are threads of...racist folklore. All it takes is a finger wave to make you dance. Sometimes I wonder if you're an...emotional masochist. The white liberal cleverly designs the cage of liberalism, with links bound by trinkets of racism. Woven into the tapestry of their sinister scheme are bonds to your subconscious mind. Those bonds are tethered to the stories of slaves. Through public miseducation and Hollywood tricknology Pavlov's bell becomes embedded in your unconscious. Lying dormant...waiting for someone to ring the bell. The bell chimes NIGGER, and you salivate...profusely. Your ego gorges on social media engagement. You swim in a money bin of campaign donations. Church choirs echo your conceptions. You scream out "hallelujah!" when the white liberal whips your people. You mourn the exposal of the SPLC. With its bad luck* comes...your demise. Because for you, racism is...incentivized. The tears of black people...water your garden. Our pain is your...joy. Our problems are your...solutions. How long will the black vote be held hostage? As long as the white wizards's spell can last.