Straight Line of the Day: Oh No! The Smithsonian says these attitudes belong to “White” Culture. What to do?

Since this poster was funded by taxpayers, I sure wish they’d hand it out to immigrants and welfare recipients!
If they’re knocking over the pillars in the bottom, do they have proposals for what to replace them with? Never mind: I’m sure they do, and they’re both brilliant and effective.

Oh No! The Smithsonian says these attitudes belong to “White” Culture. What to do?
Let all the non-White people financially support them.
Why, I’ll be taking my business over to the Jonesonian from now on…
Can’t nobody keep up with The Jonesonian.
What about the Washingtonienne. What would Jessica Cutler say.
I’ll just turn my focus to my life-long quest for a pantsless society. Up with kilts!!!
I, for one, welcome our new Kwanzaa overlords…
It’s simple. Quit your job and apply for an EBT card. (don’t try to make a religious donation with said card)
As long as firearms are part of “white culture”, I think I’m good…
Apparently “follow[ing] rigid time schedules” is a whitey thing.
“Closing time? What the f*** you mean it’s closing time? The Smithsonian closes when I say it closes motherf*****!”
Artifact descriptions at The Smithsonian will now be written in Jive.
Crap, I don’t speak jive.
Chump don’t want no hep, chump don’t get no hep.
Cutter, he say slide him a piece o’ da Porter.
Oh No! The Smithsonian says these attitudes belong to “White” Culture. What to do?
Embrace them. Become successful. Watch your children grow up to resent you.
Show this poster to any Indian, Hispanic, Asian, Black, or whatever-else co-worker with a sense of humor. Record their responses and send to the Smithsonian, as they obviously failed first grade and need a lot of assistance with their remedial education.
Berate the Japanese for acting white.
That’s true! If being successful and industrious in how you conduct your life is a part of “white culture” then how do you explain the Asians??
I can only say, “LEEROY JENKINS”
Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner?
Sidney Poitier?
No, George…
Jefferson?
…Floyd
Check, please.