Maybe HP Lovecraft was right.
Maybe humans are the worst kind of alien known to this universe and appropriately sealed away from high-tech telepath civilizations.
Maybe white scientists were wrong to dismiss black intelligence and should lower their white people expectations and sit down (to keep 600lbs Madiqueefina alive with state-of-the-art stomach-pumping machines).
Maybe blacks were smarter all along.
Maybe life is about ensuring that your posterior is adequately plump to outcompete the less fit individuals before you expose it to stochastic movements while numerous members of the opposite sex lovingly kneed it to the testosterone-boosting rhythmic low-pitched sound of Roland TR-808 natively called "the perculator," releasing social bonding and vagina lubricating chemicals while strengthening the delta Fos dopamine loop in your brain, promising to repeat the activity in the future.
Maybe LaQuanta is right to have no "white people ambitions" beside dabbing on white wageslaves, saying "fuck the government" in a welfare check office, collecting dope beat mixtapes in her spare time, and smugly retort to any "high IQ" person "what do you know about life, whitey" before applying excessive physical force to their head with her fists for donning an "Orange President Good" hat, enjoying the dopamine rush this calorie-burning activity gives her.
Maybe humans are the worst kind of alien known to this universe and appropriately sealed away from high-tech telepath civilizations.
Maybe white scientists were wrong to dismiss black intelligence and should lower their white people expectations and sit down (to keep 600lbs Madiqueefina alive with state-of-the-art stomach-pumping machines).
Maybe blacks were smarter all along.
Maybe life is about ensuring that your posterior is adequately plump to outcompete the less fit individuals before you expose it to stochastic movements while numerous members of the opposite sex lovingly kneed it to the testosterone-boosting rhythmic low-pitched sound of Roland TR-808 natively called "the perculator," releasing social bonding and vagina lubricating chemicals while strengthening the delta Fos dopamine loop in your brain, promising to repeat the activity in the future.
Maybe LaQuanta is right to have no "white people ambitions" beside dabbing on white wageslaves, saying "fuck the government" in a welfare check office, collecting dope beat mixtapes in her spare time, and smugly retort to any "high IQ" person "what do you know about life, whitey" before applying excessive physical force to their head with her fists for donning an "Orange President Good" hat, enjoying the dopamine rush this calorie-burning activity gives her.
