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Still need this in circulation. For all the musty apologists out there who think they can debate Black Americans about THEIR culture, here’s your required reading. Spoiler: It’s a checklist, not a debate invitation.

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The Tether Humility Checklist

A Mandatory Guide for Musty Apologists Before You Embarrass Yourself

If you’re feeling bold enough to argue with Black Americans about their own history, culture, or struggles, please complete the following checklist first. It’s not just for your sake—it’s for the sake of everyone who might witness your misguided attempt at debate.

☑️ 1. Did Your Parents Flee Their Home Country?

Yes ☐ No ☐ If you checked “Yes,” congratulations—you’ve confirmed that your parents literally ran away while Black Americans stayed and built. Your argument is already on thin ice.

☑️ 2. Do You Call Black Americans “Immigrants”?

Yes ☐ No ☐ Fact check: Black Americans didn’t immigrate; they were enslaved. If you checked “Yes,” please take a remedial history class and kindly shut up until further notice.

☑️ 3. Do You Compare Your Hustle to Ours?

Yes ☐ No ☐ If you’re out here saying things like, “My parents came here with nothing and now we’re thriving!” without acknowledging the systemic oppression Black Americans endured for centuries, your comparison is invalid. Take a seat.

☑️ 4. Do You Think Criticism Is “Divisive”?

Yes ☐ No ☐ Calling out disrespect isn’t divisive—the disrespect itself is. If you checked “Yes,” consider whether your silence would be a better contribution to unity.

☑️ 5. Can You Dance, Rap, or Dress Without Imitating Black Americans?

Yes ☐ No ☐ If your swag, slang, or music taste owes any debt to Black American culture, maybe reflect on who you’re disrespecting before you start running your musty mouth.

Important Note: If you checked “Yes” for ANY of the above, do yourself a favor and sit this one out. You’re not prepared for the intellectual smoke.

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The Avengreros

"Saving tacos, their abuelas, and their immigration status—until DJT clapped back and sent them packing faster than a plate of free churros."

El Capitán Carnitas

Powers: Built like a barrel of tamales, he smashes enemies with his panza while yelling, “¡Yo soy el capitán, cabrón!” Fueled by beer, greasy meat, and an unshakable sense of denial.

Weakness: Will openly scream, “I no Black… I no Black!” when someone compares him to foundational Black Americans. After deportation, though? He’s been seen crying, “I Black, I Black, plz no take my nana!” Spoiler: didn’t work.

Señor Quesadilla

Powers: Can turn a cheese pull into a lasso of death and smother his enemies in melted queso. Deadly in the kitchen, but not in a fight.

Weakness: Can’t look at I.C.E. agents without sweating profusely. He begged, “I Black, I Black, don’t take my tías!” They ignored him while packing his bags.

Guac Guerrero

Powers: His green fists of avocado justice pack a punch, but his real skill is charging “extra” for everything—including sympathy. Can summon a taco truck with a wave of his hand.

Weakness: Before the Great Deportation, he was all, “I no Black!” with pride. Post-DJT? Now he’s in line trying to learn jazz and recite Malcolm X speeches. Still got deported.

Doña Tamal

Powers: Wraps enemies in masa-based justice while shouting, “¡Calla, cabrón!” The only team member who might actually win a fight—her chancla skills are undefeated.

Weakness: When I.C.E. showed up at her tamale stand, she broke down, yelling, “I Black! I Black, too!” The Black agents laughed before sending her ass back to Michoacán.

El Chapulín del Comal

Powers: Super speed, fueled by churros and gossip. His frying pan sprays boiling hot oil on enemies while he yells, “¡Puro pedo, cabrones!”

Weakness: Would loudly deny any connection to Black Americans pre-deportation (“I no Black, guey!”). Now, after losing his nana and taco truck, he’s screaming, “I Black, I Black, help me!” Nobody’s buying it.

The Great Immigration and Deportation Storyline

It was all good just a few years ago. The Avengreros proudly proclaimed their Latinidad while trying desperately to distance themselves from foundational Black Americans. “I no Black, I no Black!” they'd shout in broken English, despite their features and skin tone suggesting otherwise.

Then came the reign of DJT (Donald Juan Trumpington), their arch-nemesis, who, with Palpatine-like manipulation, orchestrated the Great Deportation. Families got sent back en masse, from abuelas to the drunk uncles who never left their garage chairs. Even the tamales didn’t survive.

Suddenly, the Avengreros found themselves groveling: “I Black, I Black, plz no deport!” But the twist? Many of the I.C.E. agents were Black Americans, unimpressed by the last-minute change of heart. After years of denial, sucker shit like this wasn’t cutting it. Deuces, cabrones.

Arch-Nemesis: DJT (Donald Juan Trumpington)

Powers: Builds walls faster than they can climb, uses Twitter rants as sonic attacks, and deploys I.C.E. squads like stormtroopers.

Weakness: Absolutely none when it comes to deportation. This man’s a deportation machine, leaving the Avengreros with no tacos, no nanas, and no hope.

Team Motto:

“¡Para los tacos, pero sin papeles!” (For tacos, but without papers!)

**WARNING PLEASE SEE BELOW**

Weaknesses:

I.C.E.—Because nothing kills superpowers faster than paperwork.

DJT Tweets—One "bad hombres" speech, and they’re out faster than a fresh batch of churros.

Foundational Black Americans: Their moms are gone, and so is their last shred of pride.

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Hombre and Señorita Survival Checklist: (The Deportation Edition)*

**When DJT isn’t playing games, and I.C.E. is knocking, it’s time to decide—are you white enough to dodge deportation, or too dark to fake it? Time to panic accordingly**

Step 1: If You’re Light Enough, You Better Claim White

Checklist:

Is your skin tone light enough to pass as “white” in bad lighting?

Can you say “Howdy, partner!” without an accent?

Do you own a Starbucks card or know what “pumpkin spice” is?

Can you point out Wisconsin on a map without Google?

Will Karen from accounting vouch for you as “one of the good ones?”

Pro Tip: If your abuela’s enchiladas are more tanned than your skin, congratulations—you might squeeze into whiteness. But if you’re on the borderline, be ready to cut ties with your family. Trump don’t care about Nana’s mole recipe.

Step 2: If You’re Darker Than a Paper Bag, It’s Time to Claim Black

Checklist:

Are you darker than DJT’s orange foundation but still yelling “Me no Black!” every time someone points out your 4C hair?

Does your skin tone make you look like you’d fit into a Nigerian wedding if you weren’t speaking Spanish?

Do you hear a reggaetón beat and think it’s your only way to blend in with Latinos lighter than you?

Do you call foundational Black Americans “moreno” while praying no one notices you’re darker than them?

Reality Check: If you’re black as midnight but still hollering “Me no Black,” you and Nana’s asses are getting sent back. Black I.C.E. agents aren’t buying that sucker shit. “I Black, I Black, plz no deport!” won’t work anymore. Learning lesson: “You don’t respect Black, you get sent back.”

Key Panic Indicators

For Light-Skinned Latinos:

You frantically tell I.C.E., “I’m not Mexican; I’m European-adjacent!” while googling ‘How to do an English accent.’

You buy a Confederate flag for “authenticity,” but your salsa playlist accidentally gives you away.

For Dark-Skinned Latinos:

You suddenly start blasting Tupac and Malcolm X quotes but forget that years of calling Black people ‘negros’ doesn’t disappear overnight.

You dye your hair blonde and wear sunglasses, thinking I.C.E. might confuse you for a Dominican Kardashian.

DJT’s Rules: Deportation 101

If You’re Light Enough: DJT might squint and say, “Eh, close enough. Let him stay.” Just don’t mention guacamole or soccer.

If You’re Too Dark: He’ll slap the “bad hombre” label on you faster than you can say “pero no soy negro.” That “me no Black” routine won’t save you now.

The Lesson

Respect foundational Black Americans or pack your bags.

While they’ve been building this country brick by brick, you’ve been hollering “I no Black!” and forgetting that DJT don’t care. Now you’re crying “I Black, plz no deport!” at Black I.C.E. agents who aren’t hearing it. Nana’s dusty ass is already on the bus, bro.

Final Thoughts:

“You don’t respect Black, you get sent back.” Keep this motto close, because DJT isn’t handing out second chances. Choose wisely: claim white and risk being found out, or claim Black and pray for sympathy. Either way, your Nana’s tamales aren’t saving you this time. 🌮

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The Tether Humility Checklist

A Mandatory Guide for Musty Apologists Before You Embarrass Yourself

If you’re feeling bold enough to argue with Black Americans about their own history, culture, or struggles, please complete the following checklist first. It’s not just for your sake—it’s for the sake of everyone who might witness your misguided attempt at debate.

☑️ 1. Did Your Parents Flee Their Home Country?

Yes ☐ No ☐ If you checked “Yes,” congratulations—you’ve confirmed that your parents literally ran away while Black Americans stayed and built. Your argument is already on thin ice.

☑️ 2. Do You Call Black Americans “Immigrants”?

Yes ☐ No ☐ Fact check: Black Americans didn’t immigrate; they were enslaved. If you checked “Yes,” please take a remedial history class and kindly shut up until further notice.

☑️ 3. Do You Compare Your Hustle to Ours?

Yes ☐ No ☐ If you’re out here saying things like, “My parents came here with nothing and now we’re thriving!” without acknowledging the systemic oppression Black Americans endured for centuries, your comparison is invalid. Take a seat.

☑️ 4. Do You Think Criticism Is “Divisive”?

Yes ☐ No ☐ Calling out disrespect isn’t divisive—the disrespect itself is. If you checked “Yes,” consider whether your silence would be a better contribution to unity.

☑️ 5. Can You Dance, Rap, or Dress Without Imitating Black Americans?

Yes ☐ No ☐ If your swag, slang, or music taste owes any debt to Black American culture, maybe reflect on who you’re disrespecting before you start running your musty mouth.

Important Note: If you checked “Yes” for ANY of the above, do yourself a favor and sit this one out. You’re not prepared for the intellectual smoke.

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Forget superheroes; these guys are saving churros and running from I.C.E. faster than their taco trucks.

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The Avengreros

"Saving tacos, their abuelas, and their immigration status—until DJT clapped back and sent them packing faster than a plate of free churros."

El Capitán Carnitas

Powers: Built like a barrel of tamales, he smashes enemies with his panza while yelling, “¡Yo soy el capitán, cabrón!” Fueled by beer, greasy meat, and an unshakable sense of denial.

Weakness: Will openly scream, “I no Black… I no Black!” when someone compares him to foundational Black Americans. After deportation, though? He’s been seen crying, “I Black, I Black, plz no take my nana!” Spoiler: didn’t work.

Señor Quesadilla

Powers: Can turn a cheese pull into a lasso of death and smother his enemies in melted queso. Deadly in the kitchen, but not in a fight.

Weakness: Can’t look at I.C.E. agents without sweating profusely. He begged, “I Black, I Black, don’t take my tías!” They ignored him while packing his bags.

Guac Guerrero

Powers: His green fists of avocado justice pack a punch, but his real skill is charging “extra” for everything—including sympathy. Can summon a taco truck with a wave of his hand.

Weakness: Before the Great Deportation, he was all, “I no Black!” with pride. Post-DJT? Now he’s in line trying to learn jazz and recite Malcolm X speeches. Still got deported.

Doña Tamal

Powers: Wraps enemies in masa-based justice while shouting, “¡Calla, cabrón!” The only team member who might actually win a fight—her chancla skills are undefeated.

Weakness: When I.C.E. showed up at her tamale stand, she broke down, yelling, “I Black! I Black, too!” The Black agents laughed before sending her ass back to Michoacán.

El Chapulín del Comal

Powers: Super speed, fueled by churros and gossip. His frying pan sprays boiling hot oil on enemies while he yells, “¡Puro pedo, cabrones!”

Weakness: Would loudly deny any connection to Black Americans pre-deportation (“I no Black, guey!”). Now, after losing his nana and taco truck, he’s screaming, “I Black, I Black, help me!” Nobody’s buying it.

The Great Immigration and Deportation Storyline

It was all good just a few years ago. The Avengreros proudly proclaimed their Latinidad while trying desperately to distance themselves from foundational Black Americans. “I no Black, I no Black!” they'd shout in broken English, despite their features and skin tone suggesting otherwise.

Then came the reign of DJT (Donald Juan Trumpington), their arch-nemesis, who, with Palpatine-like manipulation, orchestrated the Great Deportation. Families got sent back en masse, from abuelas to the drunk uncles who never left their garage chairs. Even the tamales didn’t survive.

Suddenly, the Avengreros found themselves groveling: “I Black, I Black, plz no deport!” But the twist? Many of the I.C.E. agents were Black Americans, unimpressed by the last-minute change of heart. After years of denial, sucker shit like this wasn’t cutting it. Deuces, cabrones.

Arch-Nemesis: DJT (Donald Juan Trumpington)

Powers: Builds walls faster than they can climb, uses Twitter rants as sonic attacks, and deploys I.C.E. squads like stormtroopers.

Weakness: Absolutely none when it comes to deportation. This man’s a deportation machine, leaving the Avengreros with no tacos, no nanas, and no hope.

Team Motto:

“¡Para los tacos, pero sin papeles!” (For tacos, but without papers!)

**WARNING PLEASE SEE BELOW**

Weaknesses:

I.C.E.—Because nothing kills superpowers faster than paperwork.

DJT Tweets—One "bad hombres" speech, and they’re out faster than a fresh batch of churros.

Foundational Black Americans: Their moms are gone, and so is their last shred of pride.