I go to mass not infrequently. It’s kind of weird for me because I am not Catholic. I would not like to become Catholic. I will always be a natural WASP, which is code for elite pagan.
Just because above vidya makes me feel so lovely and WASPY. Such a good fee
There is only one kind of mind that springs for a slippery and sandy lack of foundation that can birth this evil. I won’t tell you what kind of mind it is. I will hints you. It is born of slippery. It knows nothing of logos-or love-or beauty. Kind of like a tick or the opposite of the arctic. Worthless and yet cloying. Disclaimer: the lying fascist author of this blog post said nothing about Ben Shapiro who is NOT a super-evil little weasel. Shame on you and your grandma. Also send your grandma Ben B. Shapiro’s scholarship to geriatric porn-empowerment.
I love catholics. TheIrf@g priest class-not so much. The Catholics don’t make me want to stand up and scream: “WTf are you talking about? Christ died for 30 damn shekels! Same reason they kill most people!“
I sat with a couple of European friends- not eternal anglos like me. Actually lady friends whomst werst raisest in Europeist.
I tried to be very polite when the boring loony-goon “priest” cried on and on about how we should donate money for his brave mission to bring savages into our homes to destroy us.
To my surprise, my tall and blonde and european,and in their own way f@ggot dear-friends,who I have to always be super careful around because you know- I am a super-nazi (which means a neon-nazi that comes with sour-cream and guacamole) Anyway,the taller one leans over and whispers very loudly, “It’s too much!” She didn’t even add what she usually does about every tiny thing “Don’t you think? “
I was careful not to nod so hard my head fell off! I couldn’t help but want to scream “I have been trying to tell you this!“
But can grills be f@ggotry? Pretty sure the answer is yes.
But what surprised me even more is the two older single American-looking women sitting down the pew from us. I guess boomers. Seemed to be infected with the same strange giggle-fest as ourselves when we were listening to a polyester-draped wanna-be homo (cheap vestments protruding, disgraceful priest), explain to us about the great violent people in Africa that we can send billions of our dollars to, so as they can take exams!
Absolute proof that I am incapable of understanding men that would like congress with these test-takers
Very moving! We should be moved and what? Oh,feel very sad that some exams were not graded because the lovely Africans decided to eat each other instead, goy monies and guilt needed ASAP for important exam testing!
I paid extra neon-supremacist attention (which costs extra) to see if this delight of boomer-f@ggotry priestender would mention the plight of S. Effrika.
Not a single word.
I thought about asking to join his special f@ggot brigade to bring exams! to the children of black cannibals but with a racist request of examining how we can make sure after we save the Boer that those future-farmers of Starvation Africa bother us no more.
I decided against it. I did something I have always chided tall friend for- I took communion.
I had noticed our polyester clad prince of subversions eyes dancing upon me; during his Jordan Peterson on grant money for exams funding begging hour.
Lol! like this is not a subversive agent. We never do this foulness on them. How evil are they?
I used this opportunity to create theatrical and entertaining signs of disapproval with my eyes and my nose and my lips. Not super fancy but just enough to make him stutter. To make him doubt he read the right memo.
Meanwhile, we very respectable looking ladies are contagiously giggling up a derisive storm.
Personally, I felt I deserved a high tea for my efforts of restraint and simultaneous allegiance to beauty and love.
Instead I took Catholic communion as an act of aggression against the McCain-francis Class of Globo-homo. FFS I know how to take communion. because people. This time was the best time ever though!
I think this is not exactly Fr. Barney Franks but it is hard to tell. I am pretty sure that the priest had more f@ggot Tom Hanks face and less scared Gerbil (((f@gggot)) face. Idk. I am not one to blame a gay-gerbil to fear where they are headed. I do not understand the random giant tibby . But yes-pretty much- and when ployester-f@ggots with fake vestments and fake doctrines try to assume your people morals- well they are standing on quicksand and it is easy to push them under. Kinda fun too.
After listening to this smug jerk tell me how not only should I let savages invade and destroy my people I should pay for it because they have some wild exam hunger. After that. After catching his eyes and looking derisively back. after making him shuffle and stutter—
Look how they stalk us! Like this greasy perv is a gentile! Why do we tolerate their constant persecution? All they live for is to harm others. Don’t believe me? Read Deuteronomy. Don’t take my word for it; take theirs.
As an eternal protestant/elite-faced pagan ambassador I took this cannibal cracker of Christ (tasted poorly-as always) and looked that lump down like a determined Somalian who is not interested in lies any more. I told now Montraelean Canadista
I realize I pretty much doxxed myself by posting this mock-up of my auntie. You may have heard it- but you didn’t hear it from me- if you ever find yourself in a lampshade-shoppe in Montreal run by a woman with a crooked photo-shopped mouth and a birthmark on her forehead that resembles a spiral water-mark who has nothing to say; back away slowly, tell her that you too find her niece very charming and hit a quick bellamy salute to avoid being next-weeks special, of course if you have beautiful skin that is
auntie and before I could even spill the guts of the story she said like “Captain Phillip? ” and I said yes and if this is not right. If you notice I cannot be arsed to look up the name of some demon movie from Hollywood- you are catching on!
Here is me and my most glorious communion with the idea that my people throw off their shekels! OH! and loserhas very similar groace-face to Tom ? Balamy? Cruise? OH no hanks. Who cares?
I srsly make the best docudramas ever. I mean srsly. How many complicated whatever-nots have I made? I had a very sincere since of pride when I said, “I am the Catholic now!” bc he super didn’t know I was a teasing soup-taker.
Another (((larper))) picture this face looking straight on. You will find a droopy nose and bat ears. No pagan of mine! The stalking is so weird.
I encourage you in every way and every day to find the smallest ways that make the most profound impact to let these abusive demons know that you are the catholic now.
“The eye-beams knoweth” Emerson
It takes so little to rattle these demons because they know they don’t belong here.
Your God already blesses you! You cannot escape being the child of your God and God loves your ever cell.
the feathers on my angel wings are a-tingling this ante meridian. So supposedly, there is some Unite the White 2.0 afoot.
Mother Nature still hiding her power-level as she sends fantastic foot-soldier to tell uppity Satan and his children, “bye Felicia” I’m pretty sure that is the Hart-Cellar Act pictured at bottom left.
totes legit. totes organic. By organic of course I mean contains carbon.
Let’s break that down:
c is for down right cilly
a is for aaaay whatevah
r is for rolling in the lulz
b is for быть
o is for oh rilly? annuda shoah?
n if for ‘nother one of your nazi false flags? lol! At least you recycle your lies.
thanks to my expert research on the science! we can all see that this particular manifestation of artisanal alt-rightism, poorly prepared by the swamp creatures, will be a star-studded gala of chaotic f@ggotry.
simply by analyzing the raw data and running it through algorithms, (Science!, Raw-data, Algorithms,and f@ggotryare all very hard to understand [unlike the truth which is always simple and can be explained in under 30 seconds] so don’t even try little goy.
HuffPo! What could you possibly have meant by this?
I know I share your views and everyone elses, that the original Lottie’s Ville shin-dig was an unmitigated success. I owe my fame as a docudrama maker-lady to that glorious parade as I have previously pasted. Here is the clip:
wow! such award winning! much expert!
if you want the full version please send six million dollars to: 1122 Boogie-Woogie Avenue, Ethnically Cleansed,California 91666
Bud, the real reason my wings were a-twitching and I had to break from my enjoyable and previously prescribed task to poast in strange baby-interwebs-speak is in their attempts to demonize white people they are going to do something ridiculously funny. or at least hysterical. These people are the source of hysteria. That’s the only thing they are faithful to.
look for the exploit. Remember that we hold the Ace in logos.
If you want to win this war against us you have to start to think like a 12-year old girl who wants something very badly; or die with your principles
so I had to use public transportation to transport myself to an alternate location. Such things do happen.
race is a social construct. Just like being alive. But we see in this picture every asian face looking with concern at the asian woman being enriched by the african ambassador of hope. In the back you can see a bat-eared yid’s visage expressing “IDGAF”
Being an observant person I observed.
There was a chubby black woman who was allowed to have her tiny black dog take up a seat next to her in the front of the bus. She was just chubby not obesed to death-but a big girl. She was happily prattling on to a black man sitting by her-who was clearly a stranger. He got off and she wished him a “blessed day“.
I hear a lot of black people say that expression to each other and think it is so nice. I wish I had the freedom to express myself that way. Or shout out “I love you white man!” like I have heard black women shout at black men in a not creepy but very affirming way. Or even say “whad up my cracka” in a familial way that every other race is allowed to enjoy. I thought to myself this seems like a very pleasant black woman.
“What is this crazy white b1tch even on about? ” There is a reason we are depressed. It is our women says based black man as he sighs heavily to jew tube. Blacks women got no time for kindness.
I was sitting next to an older asian woman with dyed red hair and very western clothing but clearly an immigrant. Asian lady smiled at black woman’s dog. Black woman held up one of her many ringed- and I mean rings upon rings upon rings that Dante would not even address because it was such a tacky sh1t-show.
Blessed-day black lady responded by telling Asian red-head “Don’t you be staring at my dog!”
Asian Lucille Ball responded by saying “Vely cute!” clearly not getting it and praising the dog.
Maybe our black hostess treat was afraid Asian lady wanted her dog for lunch.
Our blessed-black lady raised her voice and admonished Asian Lucy for pretending not to understand.
“everyone else on this bus heard me and understood me. don’t be staring at muh dawg! don’t play your games with me!”
you can see the nose from here: Atlantis Afreeka. Their passionate golem-created in their own image stomps on their master. Mistaking Mr. Big-Nose for an old Chinese Lady
I thought she has a point. Asian lady smiles and nods. bus driver drives. I cannot remember if bus driver was black or asian but it is 99% of the time one or the other. I guess whites don’t know how to drive buses but only know how to revel in their homeless privilege.
Get on the bus Gus! Beep! Beep! on our great lurch forward; next stop is STARVATION!
Blessing black lady has everyone on edge. I look up at well-dressed white man sitting across from me-he stares intently at his phone. Blessing black lady is clearly dissapoint as no one is fueling her fire. She holds her finger up again and aggressively tells Asian-lucy:
“I hate you!”
Our betters seem to have a monolithic message: We hate you and want to kill you. Also our betters: You are a racist!
Asian lady does not respond. A few moments pass.
“I hate you!”
blessed black lady comes to her stop and picks up the trembling doge with the scared lost eyes and departs.
“Goodbye!” calls the asian lady in a friendly way.
“Goodbye!” answers the blessed black goddess in a friendly way.
I closed my eyes for a really long time.
Not me. Teeth I wish I had. I do not have a big toothy smile. Schade.
Very good vid that clearly illustrates the pedo-homo-world-order that is currently collapsing. These demons are after children. they want to inflame passion and invoke mobster mentality. This is clearly anti-wasp.
It is a catholic ritual I believe (carnival not baby-abuse; that is the act of a children of a different (((god))) ). Being a proud WAsp American I don’t like any types of extremism. In wasp world the biggest sin is displaying emotion of any sort. It’s not that we are not passionate. It is that we are so passionately caring about those around us that we don’t want to burden them with our own troubles.
This is a vid of my engagement party in which some (((degenerate))) showed up to harass me; I purposely acted super-boring to encourage the (((degenerates))) to run away! I will have to write more about my WASP strategies to stump the degeneracy. Later though-because Florence and the Machine has a new release I have not listened to.
A graciousness that I have never seen returned. Perhaps it is born out of our belief that grace is a coup de foudre and not earned as is the soup-taker’s (protestants for the gib) wont.
It’s a pagan thing. We are who we are through the claiming of our calvanist God. Calvanism is such over-think. WASP’s belong because our God commands us to- we aren’t blessed by a priestly class; rather we are commanded by our God’s will.
You honestly have to have an I.Q. under 6 million to srsly believe that a slippery slope is even a real. If you believe slipper sloppies are real, you de facto believe dykes are real and they aren’t just ladies who think, “I actually prefer endless desert over a husband.”
Pie is delicious after all!
I vulgar science!!!
Science Says Me!
So wait- wut? Ay- hol’ up. Science be sayin’ that slipperdey sloppin’ be inevitablizizzle unless it hits against oppositional-shizzle?
Ain’t nobody got time for that. Gnome I’m sayin?
still shot from Snoop Dog’s porn dayze- obvie not Weinsteined guy
Think about it! Srsly! If slippity-slopes or inertia my nizzitia was real than we would have things like this:
Who are you? Someone charged with the protection of children and families ya dumb f@ggot welfare queen
Turned into the things we were promised would never happen.
Don’t like your children being threatened with rape and evil bigot? What is wrong with you? They are just like us! Why keep them in the closet?
Maybe science, like race, is a real? Nah! couldn’t be! That is straight up child-abuser-phobia!
Is I think I really like her. When I was first exposed to her I really thought she was not for me.
I accidentally found this super cute photo of young Melan
The wasp in me will always struggle with the glitz and glamor and show-boating and too much make-up and narrowed eyes.
tbh this may just be an east-coasty thing. My coast may be #1 f@ggot coast but it still tends to prefer the fresh-faced natural looking grill to the severe east coast beauty. No no disrespect.
What the majority of Americans fail to realize is that- this whole NJ aesthetic of Trump of the many over-sized and yet golden-letters makes me physically ill. I am super-not a snob but Florida-but Atlantic-city- but giant light up letters of one’s own name in gold plagued me with a bigotry that only the Golden One himself could ever penetrate.
In all sincerity it is this exact video that was my turning point from idiot sh1t-lib clochard to renegade sf-tier hobo who had just jumped on the Trump-Train:
This video made me do a 180. I am completely serious. I had already divorced the left but a loud guy like Trump? My inner-WASP disavowed.
The devotion to the understatement and quietness of our very real passions has been the our ridiculous achilles hill. A famous white-supremliacious band wrote a song about it. They came under so much heat from the Bush family for it that they had to pretend to change the name to “The Ghost in you”. Lizards in broke-back human costumes are so jelly if the people they are impersonating assert themselves. Listen closely though and you can hear this f@ggot is really singing the “Wasp” in you. Because they are racial realists and know the entractable desire in each person to create their inner-reality to their external culture.
Also this slob:
How has the globohomo-complex so lost the plot that they have this greasy-haired fug-monster weighing in on sartorial concerns? I thought they were supposed to be ‘high IQ?’ What is she? A mix of biker-slag and soccer-mom? I don’t even know! ( and I know most things)
the other big problem I accidentally caused Melania is- as a prank I painted on her jacket before she went to Texas. It was a joke! I was referring to april Ryan and her vicious protests against blacks by appearing in the white house press-core and acting as if she has a blob of hostile tapioca pudding where her brain is supposed to be.
I was joking! I meant to write: “Idgaf” but I could not remember how to spell it and so therefore vis a vis and lots of other polyglotanious words I ended up dabbing ‘Cry moar CNN qq! qq! qq! using nikola tesla’s standard of spelling:
My inspired and the only decent standard of spelling that people who care about children of the burrito should truly try to understand is: I also had a dream (just like Martin Luther King the Shortie) that Melania made me pancakes and bacon for breakfast. The thing was- is she let the syrup goop all over the bacon and I pretended that I didn’t eat bacon because I didn’t want to insult her for making it suck through syrup. She ate all my bacon and Barron was like all “Mom- 13 pieces of bacon? You are going to get fat!” which I didn’t believe because she’s too smart for that. It did embarrass me though to hear Barron criticize his mother so I said ” there are no calories in breakfast” As if I was a progressive-leftist. Poetic- I know.
You are pretty much welcome for this poast of great historical import.