They don't like being treated like bitches, faggots and niggers.
And they certainly don't like going through it with bitches, faggots and niggers in charge.
Obviously, they're not being treated that way. They're not going through anything. Their taxes aren't going up, and nobody is stupid enough to take away their monthly largesse. That burden is being shifted elsewhere. You know, onto the poor. And the melanin superfluous.
There is no more coddled a federal dependent than middle class whitey. The roads are paved for him. The ports and airports and train hubs are built to deposit fat around his waste line; the stadiums and teevee stations are built to entertain him. The telly tells him the lies he wants to hear. The subsidies flow in order to guarantee the inevitable expulsion of beef waste products from his Christ clenched and puckered asshole. Toxic assets are bundled and sold so that a Teap type can buy a house and then turn around to milk himself and his fat little children into generational debt. A debt he'll never have to pay, because he's not good for it and never will be.
And wars. The fucking wars. The joystick warriors have killed thousands in Southwestern Asia for him just this year alone.
And you know who has a million dead Iraqis pinned to his chest?
The Teap. He was cheer leading foreign wars and the death of brown people right up until a black man got into the game. And once whitey gets the White House back, he'll be cheering those wars again.
The whole fucking federal edifice is run to keep the Teap demographic in cheap sugar, cheap oil, cheap corn and a cheap bootstrapper mythology scribbled on the back of the rough equivalent of a yeoman's snotty handkerchief.
It's the Teaps who cough up rankers, middle managers, small holders and cops. It's the Teaps who lobby for prison construction. It's the Teaps who've got wood for a Crusade against Islam. The Teaps are Christianized and militarized, and that makes them the perfect narrative foil to the faggot loving liberals, those feminized nazis who keep taking from whitey to give to shiftless niggers, and who don't know how to raise boys to be men.
The Teap is white, mostly Protestant (although a third are Catholic) and more well off than close to two thirds of the subjects of our bureaucratic empire. And he is pissed: the radio has him convinced that it's all going to hell - because black folk won't behave, because the gays are getting uppity and spoiling marriage, because women have the audacity to refuse to be mandate incubators for future Christian warriors.
Perhaps even more tellingly, he is pissed off enough to pack heat in public and brag about it because the government has finally got around - at least, in his fevered, ignorant imagination - to treating him like it has been treating women, gays and black people for the majority of its existence. Like he and his forebears have always treated the lower orders.
The Teap is one half of White America, and he knows his deviled half when he sees it. The Teap doesn't fear roving black mobs in Wisconsin, or the thought of Greece coming home, or the end of foreign wars and the coming closure of bases in a vacuum. He hates all that shit because liberals says they're for it. Or more precisely, because that's what he thinks liberals are saying.
The Teap ain't all that smart. Liberals are his best friends. Liberals and Teaps need each other. The Teap needs to blame the liberal for niggers on welfare, Jew York and Jewlifornia's sewer of liberal programming, and the decline of the Once Great Republic. The Teap needs to take back the country from liberals, in order to prepare for the Great Restoration.
And liberals? Well, we've covered them already.
The Teap ain't gonna take it anymore. He's had enough of those liberal socialists and their hatred of red apple, red blooded Amurrica. He's the rightful heir. He's We The People. And he's a bootstrapper, you know. He made himself all by his fucking lonesome. He built this fucking God kissed white nation. And he did it in spite of all the muckraking and fifth column agitation of socialist bugbears and bogeymen.
He* is through with compromise. How dare they take his hard earned bribe and blood money and give even a dime of it to
See, that's the beating heart of Teap Arty rage - it's that they imagine someone now dares treat them like they've been treating everyone else for as long as their values voter, warriors for Jesus, backbone of the nation demographic has been in existence.
It's rage and angst at being treated like poor people, black people, women and homosexuals. At being humiliated. Don't for a moment doubt that the Teap's most fundamental standard is a social order of a Golden Age that never was - one where the lessers kept their peace, the places and their hats in hand.
And lest we form the wrong picture: no one is actually humiliating the values voters, fundamentalists and Catholic maximalists who have re-branded themselves as the "Tea Party."
It's just that they think not getting exactly the country imagined in a fictional Golden Age is a humiliation. A country where they are on top and no one treats them like people ought to treat women, or homosexuals, black people and other outward expressions of an interior lack of worth.
The Teap imagines himself humiliated. Humiliated for the sake of women, homosexuals and black people.
And it's not for nothing that these are also exactly who the Teap blames for his wholly imaginary and completely invented condition.
* - he, of that most compromised and bought off of all American demographics...
[On a lighter note, it amuses to no end to discover that someone found this blog by way of a search for "peruvian bear fucker." Delightful.]