>Start using /pol/
>lol ironic racism that’s so funny
>Begin to get redpilled about the world
>Learn about degeneracy, white genocide and the JQ
>Become thoroughly redpilled
>Meanwhile my younger brother starts developing a obsession over rap music
>Gets posters, wears the clothes and speaks in Ebonics sometimes
>Try to ignore it but he’s always blasting his fucking ghetto tunes. The lyrics of the songs disgust me.
>Stand in living room with family present. My brother says something in Ebonics while my family just ignores it. I fucking snap
>Start yelling right in his face “Stop speaking like a fucking nigger. You’re a white man, speak like a white man. Pretending to be something you’re not, fucking pathetic”.
>Literally fucking seething and my little brother looks upset and runs upstairs
>Boomer parents just look at me disapprovingly but say nothing at all.
/pol/ has fucking broke me. I’m sorry to say that but it has, holy fucking shit was I angry as all hell. Good News is that he literally immediately stopped doing it straight after. Speaks like he isn’t retarded and took his posters down. Doesn’t dress like a child anymore. I’m proud of him but I feel ashamed that I spilled my spaghetti over this. :(