do you think white people should be allowed to steal?

i was in a store yesterday and i was getting ready to steal some stuff when a black person said, "you can't do that".

 

Noone should be allowed to steal.

 

what the fuck kind of logic exists in our society today?

 

There is no logic, and thats the problem.

 

What does this have to do with race? Maybe he was just trying to stop you because you were stealing...not because you are white.

 

it's just the black man trying to keep you down, chief!! you need to channel the power of the YUCCA!

 

So your first thought was: What a hypocrit, black people steal all the time...?

 

you know what you need to do, chief! wear your kilt.

 

I hope this isnt a serious thread, cause reallyy

 

Its just as serious as your ' Canada shouldnt accept all these stupid immigrants ' thread.

 

meow.

 

White people are allowed to steal.... and they take full advantage of this leeway. We designate (mostly white male) thieves every couple years in something commonly known as an "election".

 

its usually easier for white people to steal. the store clerks don't watch us half as much.

but when it comes to big corporations, i think its acceptable for anyone to steal. as long as you're good enough to get away with it. i wasn't, so i stopped.

 

Im white.....i steal all the time....only shit i need and from large corporations, i love stealing from wal-mart....my logic is fuck the corporate world, and wal-mart is like on eof the hugest corps ever.

 

^ your so hardcore!

 

serious.

 

its a difficult task to establish ownership to first define what is stealing

"How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.

If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.

The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same family.

So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children.

So, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.

We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.

I do not know. Our ways are different than your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine.

The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath, the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers."

Chief Seattle, 1854

 

Sounds like a clear case of discrimination indeed.

 

Our government sets guidelines on exactly how close businesses can come to stealing and defrauding... and has redefined stealing as "taxation" in order to rationalize its own program of systematic petty larcenies. Since it's using the loot it embezzles from its citizens to fund an illegal war, shouldn't it also be guilty of racketeering?

 

that's why we need to elect barack obama to steal government back from corporations and give it to the people