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Jan Brewer: Ok, Now I’m a Little Pissed

Look at her primping and preening for the camera, yellow dyed-hair blowing thinly in the breeze, as she croaks into the microphone. She’s so damn happy to to have put that uppity ni-*CLANG* in his place. She then has the nerve to call him thin-skinned — *CLANG* — and then says she “felt a little threatened” — *CLANG* — in the “attitude that he had” — *CLANG*.

That’s three dog whistles in less than two minutes:

1. There’s the “negros are thin-skinned” whistle. This is a fun one because it can mean both “too angry” and “too sensitive” depending upon the affect that dog-whistle-blower is going for.

2. There’s the “Hide yer white women” whistle wherein Jan alternatively alludes to feeling in fear of the Ginormous Black Man, or feeling overpowered by the Stench of His Negro Sexuality (as if President Obama would ever want to lay a hand on her raggedy-ass.) She giggles and flips her hair and smiles for the camera, all the while her orange skin threatens to crack a wide swath in her face. ::shudder::

3. Then there’s the “He has a bad attitude/uppity” whistle which Jan seems to toot as an afterthought, because it doesn’t even make any sense. She felt threatened by his attitude? Was her very whiteness threatened by the sheer magnitude of his uppitiness? What the –?!

She’s blowing so many dog-whistles, she’s blowing whistles that don’t even harmonize, man!

She’s like the Philip Glass of racism. It makes my brain hurt.

[via Mediaite]

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(via Angry Black Lady Chronicles)