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.
His voice though, his sweetness, his my-peopleness. THe way the (((msm))) gaslights us and has only aggression and wants to kill us. Rejoices in the misery they cause.
See how great and noble savages vibrant you mayo-mutts?
I suspect his problems were deeper than your average attacked cracka.
One of the beauty parts about recognizing that you are an attacked cracka, is it comes with a sense of duty and purpose.
You become solderiezed
and realize there are a million and one tiny-papercuts of ways you can advocate for your fam-fam. That every single time you do it is tiny triumph and just like water you can cut great canyons.
I get picked on by all kinds of people. People who, for whatever creepy reason (they are the embodiment of evil but let’s pretend for this blog-cast we don’t know) stalk us and lurk in our groups and pretend to be us. like an entire race of groace unwanted advances. Whatever. Nobody cares. #metoogoyimstyle lol
But I did listen to this walking home. And I did break like a chicken egg filled with some weird flu-vaccine. I did have a long way to walk. I did stop and rest against a wall. I was grateful that by the blessing of diversity no one would notice my suffering that I find shameful. I ended-up crying for a long time about this.
Today I also thought about this:
Lord only knows what led up to this incident. oh but whitey gets witch-hunted. like I am expected to believe he went into this do-nut store for the explicit reason of harassing the nasty person who called him b1tch? Black people say that magic word as if they have diarrhea of the mouth and will die if they don’t say it every half a second. They say it in public. They say it to me. But if a white person says it they fall out like a busted out sagger that has to run with triangle legs from the cops? WHY?
why do we tolerate this?
Why can I not say- “I got your backa my cracka!” and fist bump or nod or raise an eyebrow to my brethren? Why can I not take a stick and draw half a fish in the sand in front of me and have my fellow cracka draw the other half?
WE all know what is going on. we all know. we all are part of a particular spiritual body. Never underestimate the profound effect that advocating for your brethren will have on their beleaguered souls. however small the act. remember that most of our innate communication is very subtle indeed. We are not the (((globo-homos))) of foul hysteria.
Listen through your belly and hear the beautiful hum of your people. A hum that builds honey-combs and the whole world depends on. Remember to be strong. Remember your purpose and that your greatest weapon is joy.
Wise up white man and sing your own song
And of course:
This is the arresting beauty of us.
This is our unique and glorious culture.
This is the beauty that everyone else wants to destroy and benefit from.
Everyone of you that is a genetic expression of this profound love has an obligation to live loudly and joyfully.
(post script: had to reload this bc wordpress must be staffed by idiots with man-buns and wouldn’t let me media right)
I hesitated to click on it bc it’s about a Hollywood movie and even when I was good goy Hollywood bored me to tears.
I remember ages ago there was some really fantastic super intelligentsia virtue signal of a movie about some gal who tattooed a hornet’s nest for kicks or whatnot.
How could I not like such an attractive point of sale? Maybe because it is so disturbing
My good friend (who is in the de-friend zone bc Trump) was trying to get me to go. I was dragging me feets-
My actual neon-nazi feetish during this conversation
on the phone w/ her when brother came home from seeing it. How was it I asked. “Great” he said “If you want to see another movie about an evil nazi rapist.”
I rolled my eyes (lol- like eyeballs are ocular globes- another hate hoax. Eyeballs are flat. As flat as marbles. ffs who cares? pls. bring me moar relevant conspiration)
Even though I was a blue-pilled shrew at the time- brother (who is staying the blue pill path) expressed what had been uncomfortably bouncing about my brain-so I asked friend: “What exactly is it about every other movie being about WWII? It just seems so stupid“
You would probs to the not be surprised at the movies I haven’t seen that everyone else has seen. Besides the aforementioned: Blade Runner-any of the Star Wars Trilogy? or is it a 6-gorilliology by now? –Any Harry Potter film- Any Comic book brought to life- The matrix- I did see winter’s bone and liked it. And weirdly- I have seen and enjoyed these movies:
Warning that I did not heed from my God-father, Graham Greene , vilified for his lack of fake-semetic-autoasphyxication that we are told is a good thing, whatever, Please for the love of love give me one single damned reason that people are not allowed their own preferences (excluding cauliflower), Who cares? the bloody point is-God-Daddy-Greene making this docudrama about San Francisco and the resulting damage done by the multi-culti embrace. You have to read through the code that I am too tired to explain. Watch this movie if for the architecture if nothing else.
Physiognomy is real baby!
And this one where noble Bogart tries to bully the european into seeing what idiotic suicidal empathy for others and absolute moral failure of proper stewardship we can fall victim to:
Why is my video not populating correctly? I must cease and desist. This poastable has gone so awry but at the same time not. It’s supposed to be about my cousin and the eternal WASP and the analysis of the Addams Fam. It is a story I want to tell. The background is relevant. I must start poasting every day although I have so much ironing. It’s not complicated.
so Vladdie and I were horseback riding through the Ural Mountains and blowing-off steam.
We were singing:
In regard to the Syrian disaster.
We were giggling and laughing until I told Vladdie, that I in fact did not believe there was an international law that everyone who rides horse back in the Ural mountains has to ride topless, Vlad can if he wants but I am not bamboozled so easily,
That’s my horse right behind Vladdie but I am completely covered, see the look on his face when he tried to convince me I was being unconventional? This isn’t my first time on the ME greater Israel rodeo!
We stopped for a picnic. I hadn’t packed much- havarti and crackers and vodka. That made him laugh, “Crackers for the Crackers!”
“I thought that you would find it lolworthy” I rejoined. things turned seriously after that though- “so tell me me- what has happened to the great American-orange-Lord? “
I answered, “Baby, you know exactly what happened“ He looked srsly at me and simply said “Nyet” and then said something like “Не играй со мной Американская сука”
I assured him that I would not and to not use that language if he wanted an answer. He apologized and gave me a shot of the water of life and we toasted. And then another.
Then my tongue was loosened and I told him: “Look a 3rd world war has been promised forever. The Kalergi plan is well behind schedule. The seven countries to be destroyed by ZOG are way behind schedule. It doesn’t matter and at the same time of course it matters. Trump was told that look-we have tried so many false flags- the next false flag will be the death of thousands of your citizens. You are going to mess with the people that would sink the USS Liberty? Look what we did in Egypt! Look what we did in the Ukraine! Look at the middle ages black death! We have no brakes.”
“Nobody cares about sex/divorce scandals. You cannot destroy a nation’s sense of morality and then try to play it as an ace when you have already taken it out of the deck”
Vladdie nodded knowingly. Our only choice he said is to act as a plague. To come from every angle. To bring attention to who is behind this naked aggression. To who benefits. This war against the well-being of people cannot be won by a leader but an army of nature.
We must publicize who the dual citizens are and why this conflict of interest is so obviously a problem. I smiled at Vladdie and said ” exactly! and never let up!”
“Your people must be so proud of you” Vladdie tried to comfort me with.
“Nyet!” I laughed. “They are busy proving that I am a stupid-grill thot. My people don’t have my back. My people are afraid of being made a fool of and that makes them courage-phobic. We still have to pivot at every loss and leverage it into a win even as we run into Ragnarök.”
Vladdie laughed and said: “You know miss Martyr you will wind-up burnt at the stake. You are not the first foolish miss to go this way!”
I laughed back as we Russian cheered again. People are killed but spirits are not. Life is not meant to be lived on the knees. Then we smiled and clinked glasses and yelled- Прошу прощения за птицу.
Then I said- “Here is to death!” we clinked again and he said “Death before honor!”
Some of my Beastie Friends Forever that abandoned me for voting for Trump and suggesting that ‘our people’ as in huwhite have rights: have become in the mood to ‘re-friend’ me. they seem to remember that I had been a constant source of support and love.
In a way that their virtue-signalling comrades do not and continue to amplify aggression toward them. they are suddenly remembering how ‘sweet you are’.
It’s interesting to me that the same people who had suggested I must have gone mad are attempting to get comfy with me now.
I have been betrayed a million times by a million people. I have always been confused by my response. I’ll give them a month or so to recant because I know full well how emotions can run high and we can nut-up.
But after a month or so- I just freeze-up. I no longer care. I would rather be left alone. I am getting these DM pleas and feel nothing. I know what you did to me and I am not angry because why? You are who you are. Why do you think you can be the receipient of my sweetness now?
I tell them I will get back to them but I am oh so busy. There is nothing in me that wants to forgive