Upon the wretched diseased beams that is the Democratic party lies a thin slice of social issues. These of course will crumble upon any major political weight placed upon them but that's not really why they are there.

The beautiful little veneer exists only to be used as a weapon against those who would dare criticize the structural and philosophical problems with the party. It is a tool for silencing the opposition with the cries of the "oppressed".

Nowhere is this more evident than in the innocent sounding, but incredibly insulting call to "Check Your Privilege". On the surface, this may seem to be a perfectly reasonable request, but dig just a little bit deeper, and the insult becomes clear. It is a statement that your years of experience, your belief in justice, and your wishes for a better future are all invalid because your skin color renders you incapable of understanding. It is deeply insulting, and carries with it the false bravado of a college student who has been given an A by a professor for successfully "sticking it to the man, man".

I invite any of these fools telling me to check my privilege to share the hardships that I have with people who do not share my skin tone. I invite them to live in fear with those they are defending. I invite them to share meals, watches, and duty. I suggest that before they call upon me to check my privilege they take the time to feel true loss as a man they might admire with a different skin tone falls to the ground in front of them from an unknown ailment, inflicted by the wounds of war. In short, I would tell those who truly think they can demand I shut up based off of the amount of melanin in my system to check their own goddamn privilege before they start looking for motes in mine.

This is NOT social justice in any sense of the word. What this is, is the playing of victim poker. How many different classifications of VICTIM can you make? If your cards add up to more than the opposing side, the opposing side MUST shut up! Score one for Team Progressive!

While we sit around talking about institutional racism and how Oprah Winfrey is clearly more oppressed than you based off the SPF of your suntan lotion, the system continues to kill. Afraid of going outside because you don't trust the police? Well, doesn't matter, because somebody who's black might fear it more! Don't do a goddamn thing about actually FIXING the problem, just demand that everybody agree that certain people have it worse. This is the rhetorical equivalent of demanding a kiss upon your signet ring. Who benefits from this? Certainly not the young black youth on the street. Certainly not the young poor white living there either. The only person who benefits is the "beautiful mind" who no longer has to waste time on your argument.

Want a less racially charged example? I shall be happy to oblige.

Gay. Just start with that word. I'm not gay, so I can't actually say anything about it. Oh, wait, I am Bi. Which is a big part of LGBTQ, but apparently it does not count because of my straight privilege. Yes, that's right, since half of my identity (arbitrarily decided, since Bi is not a binary, but a spectrum, but whatever) falls in line with the tradition, I cannot truly understand, and therefore must once again, you guessed it, SHUT UP. Once codified into a voting block, thou shalt fall in line or be privileged. What about my Transgender allies? Do we not see the oppression that they suffer on a... "SHUT UP! We're all about Kim Davis now! Vote for us or you shall lose what you already have!" Again, the veneer of progressivism rises, used as a weapon against those that have legitimate points. Care about the fact that the murder rate for Transgender Persons is through the roof? Because the party sure as shit doesn't. Unless of course it's linked to a SECOND statistic which can also be used as a bludgeon against those agitating for change.

We have gotten to the point where those who claim the mantle of Social Justice have allied themselves with the censors, again. A sad legacy of the alliance between the Religious Right and the Radical Feminists in the 80's again raises its head. Once responsibility is abdicated to nebulous forces which MADE you a victim, all efforts to defeat that seems to be fair, and yet it always seems to reinforce the old ways, and the old party power. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss, but with a hyphen in their self-identification matrix.

I don't honestly give a shit what color the boot stepping on our necks is. I don't care if it has a heel, is stiletto, or is locally sourced organic. It's still a boot, and it's still on our necks. If we aren't going to be addressing that fact, any other fucking discussion is a bit beside the point.