earlier this morning i was watching the sun rise and i was thinking how quiet and peaceful and beautiful it is out,
but then i seen a black man walk by and i was like.... ehh that kinda ruins it
and then i asked myself... like why do i not want him in my little scene i am admiring?
and i was like.... well some people just enjoy being among people who look and act like them. i think many tribes do it. they say no outsiders, and its kinda like natural and so then i thought up this story:
the sun is rising over a beautiful kingdom
and it zooms in on the map to this mountous region of the kingdom where there lives an indigenous tribe of hunters and gathers armed with wooden spears with stone tips
and then you see some of the kings soldiers march in in a column with metal armor and swords
and the tribe chief greets them
and the soldiers say something about how the tribe is being racist not letting outsiders live amongst them and that they are each to pay a fine of 100 silver coins
and the tribal cheif says that they do not have any money
and the soldier says... thats ok, we have a great jobs program
and then they take them all away in chains to the city
and the story ends