Ditch the fairy tale of fairness

Well, That Seems Fair is a sniveling lie, cramming black American history—from 1619’s enslaved Africans to slavery, the Three-Fifths Compromise, emancipation, Jim Crow, and today—into a sob story about a stolen “fair shake.” It’s progressive drivel, hawking fairness as a right. Fairness is a fairy tale. Life is blood and dirt, a savage ring where the strong conquer, the weak resist, and only survival counts. This isn’t just America’s pulse—it’s the heartbeat of every tribe, every beast, every predator and prey on Earth. Conquest and resistance are nature’s law, carved into fang and claw, and the video’s whiny lens is a betrayal of that primal truth.
Conquest drives existence. In 1619, slavery wasn’t America’s sin—it was the world’s. Songhai warlords chained rivals; Mongols crushed millions; ants enslave weaker colonies. Every beast preys: cheetahs choke gazelles, orcas drown seal pups. The video’s America-only gripe ignores this universal hunt. The 1789 Three-Fifths Compromise? Not racism, but a power grab—North and South clawing for control, like stags locking antlers. Emancipation in 1865, forged in 750,000 graves, was no weak gesture—Brazil lagged till 1888, Ottomans later. Jim Crow stung, but so did India’s caste boots, China’s shaved queues, or hyenas gutting stragglers. Irish, Jews, black moguls in Tulsa—all bled, built, and rose through resistance, not fairness.
Resistance is nature’s counterpunch. Every prey fights back: cornered rats bite, impalas kick lions, black poets and presidents defied odds. Others—Lakota warriors, Maori rebels—spilled blood for their ground. Today’s gaps aren’t 1619’s curse; they’re life’s gauntlet. History isn’t a plot; it’s a brawl. Vikings razed villages, Comanche broke rivals, hawks shred rabbits. Nature’s code is merciless: conquer or be conquered, resist or die. The video’s fairness myth breeds weakness, swapping grit for pity.
Ditch the fairy tale. The world owes nothing. Blood buys survival; dirt claims the rest. Every beast knows it—fight, or you’re prey.