In 1,000 years, when aliens are sifting through the ruins of our dead civilization, they will come across this video on a hard drive and say "Ah. That must be it."
Within minutes of being caught driving drunk into oncoming traffic, this repulsive loser spams out the following Identity Politics get-out-of-jail-free cards:
- I'm an "indigenous person"
- I have "bad social anxiety issues"
- I'm a "non-binary"
- I'm afraid of white people and you're "intimidating" me by "being a white man" (yes, those are quotes)
- I have "PTSD"
- I have social anxiety. This one was already listed but she says it like five times so I thought it's worth noting again.
- I have "generational trauma"
Generational trauma. That's a new one on me.
"Generational trauma" is passed from parent to child, like genes. It's a way for people who claim to be minorities to claim that any hardship experienced by distant ancestors is their own hardship.
Much like traditions, heirlooms, hair color, and secret family recipes get passed down through families, people can also inherit trauma. Generational trauma--known as intergenerational or transgenerational trauma--is a cycle of trauma that passes through families.1
Generational trauma occurs through biological, environmental, psychological, and social means. For example, some evidence suggests that generational trauma can happen in the uterus--for example, a fetus being exposed to chemicals involved in maternal stress that impact future development.
Epigenetic changes, or shifts in a person's DNA due to a traumatic experience, cause generational trauma, too.
I told you it's passed on like genes. I wasn't being hyperbolic. They claim that previous generations' traumas change their own DNA expression to make them Just as Oppressed as their ancestors.
It's Lysenkoism for Grievance Politics.
Amazing.
You might wonder, if she's so determined to get out of the ticket, why didn't she just offer to blow the cop?
Well, you will probably not be surprised to discover that she does not have the classic indicia of sexual desirability. This wretched homely drunk has almost certainly played the "I can blow you" card before, but has been vigorously told "That's okay, chief."