Story number 2

I walk into the bar right across from the ratusz in Poznan central square, wearing the jacket….

While waiting to buy a drink at he bar I hear an English speaking guy ask me in curiosity, “what was that on my back?” … he did not pose the question in a particularly hostile way at first, so I figured this was being presented as a liberal student-ish thing…but seeing as the jacket’s statement is rather self explanatory, I called his bluff and asked what he would like it to be? He replied with another question, is it racist? I notice dark, curly hair on this one too, asking that question I figure here we go again and indeed…

He then twice loudly blurts-out “racist, racist!”

I think I told him to fuck off or something, and then he turns to the bar woman as she comes to take my order, and he says to her, “this guy’s a racist!”…

I was pleasantly surprised to find that she simply ignored him, in fact everyone at the bar ignored him, as if he was the asshole, which obviously, he was… and that’s not the half of it…

I see that this guy moves to a group of liberal English guys that I know from the university….a famous gossip mill and famously jerkish guys who pander to women with aggressive liberalism and “anti-racism”…

I decided to calmly finish my drink and go to another bar where I would not have to be in the presence of their obnoxious company.

As I am walking out..the (one can only suppose) YKW guy screams, “racist, racist, racist!”…

At this point those who wield the charge of racism as a weapon are not quite getting the idea that they are the assholes but it remains a weapon even if its local support is minimal in this context…

Anyway, I go to a bar where there is more local clientele so that I can peacefully have a few more …vodkas, scotches – not sure, this was a while ago, also 2009.

But there are lots of places around and sometimes I feel like I should try something different; so after that, I went to a bar a few blocks away that I virtually never go to – had been there briefly, maybe twice in five years, don’t even think I stayed for a drink when I had popped-in…

It’s a basement bar that features karaoke, and I hear the karaoke as I descend the stairs, turn the corner into the bar and immediately lock eyes with (I now know his name is Adam) the same guy! – and he has the karaoke microphone in his hand in amidst the crowded bar! He screams into the microphone, “racist!, racist! racist!”…

I saw the liberal English guys with him and just turned on my heals and marched back up the steps out of there…but you have to realize that the Cohencidence was not small….

This is a city of 500,000 and there are hundreds of bars to choose from, dozens in this area that serve similar demographics… you are not exactly limited in your options…

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Anyway, some weeks later, I’m passing through the rynek and there is a corner bar where one of the guys who I happen to get along with a bit better invites me in for a shot after telling me profusely that he doesn’t agree with me but respects my conviction….

I go in and there’s the same crowd of guys, including Adam, this time a bit more sheepish – he’d stay away in the corner the episode; I guess the Englishmen had told him that I’m not quite so insubstantial…

But one of the English guys, “Shanny”, comes forward and says, “do you want me to kick your ass?” … I said “try it”…and then I looked to the crowd, especially Paul N. an ugly ginger who panders to women into liberal hyperbole (Paul was there the night of the first incident in the Irish bar and I heard him talking to friends about me and my jacket, saying “racist as they come”….)

Aggressive liberals like him are among my least favorite people in the world.

And so I looked at this crowd and I said, if you want diversity go back to Birmingham (where Shanny is from), go back to Liverpool (where Adam is from), go to Brighton (where Ed is from) go back to England – (I do not wish “diversity” on you, but don’t you impose it by me), I’m not stopping you from going there to your “diversity”. I came here to be with my family.

A couple of them shook my hand as a peace offering, particularly the one guy from Cornwall, who invited me in, who I get along with a little better… and I went on my way….
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When substituting for a semester, at the university five years prior, I was trying to impart to my class the importance of social classification, the necessity of it, even.. and how it (social classification) had been egregiously prohibited by the American Constitution… 

However, the following week from assigning that lesson for consideration, I got stuck in France, having had car accident that wrecked my car… and Paul took my class in which I had intended to follow up on this lesson…

In conversation somewhere after I came back, Paul blurted out to me, “why do you see it as necessary to clAAssify!”

What an asshole. What a thing to impart to my class, my Polish people. Paul, you ignorant, ugly bastard, I hate you.

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So for the next class I had my class write down a “poem” that I’d written – I put it on the chalk board for the class to copy – it was about Paul and Patrick – Patrick being a teacher there as well, an American guy from North Dakota, jerkish as well, taking ‘racism’ for granted as a great problem and giving his classes assignments in its terms…

My poem:

P and P couldn’t get any P in their Previous Places, so they Pandered to it in Poland, One P (Patrick) Pontificating about Prejudice as Prehistoric Platitude while the other P (Paul) Proffered the Preferability of the Previous President (Clinton), the Penultimate Panderer to P.

What an asshole Paul is; and of course I heard that the female students “all like him” (despite his being an ugly fuck)….and he was hired-on as a permanent at the University…

(not that I wanted to be – didn’t pay very well, gossip mill, liberal pressure, grammar – boring, etc.).

So that’s that; and all these guys, I’m told, don’t like me because, they say, “he’s a racist.”

One’s a journalist named Ed, and he actually wrote a column saying how a Nigerian guy who’d somehow managed to become a member of Polish parliament, while having a Polish wife and four mulatto kids, represented “a good start.”

I wrote to TT Metzger asking for advice as to how to deal with such an idiot.

Metzger publishes an article with a big picture of Ed in his web news section, “Traitor Ed ****** in Poland!”, followed by my statement about what an idiot that Ed is and my question about what to do?…. I was shocked – massive face palm – to see this published so flamboyantly, but figured that it was a fairly obscure publication and it would blow-over in obscurity   …but not quite; turns out that Ed did see it sometime later… oops! Well, Ed, if the truth isn’t a defense, it should be..
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Coming back to stories of my jacket…..

There is one more negative one to impart