YOU WERE PROBABLY LIKE ME. YOU WERE PROBABLY KEPT IN A CHILD-LIKE CAGE OF INEFFECTIVENESS AND PRECIOUS NEWNESS WHEN IN REALITY- YOU WERE MUCH TOO LONG IN THE TOOTH FOR THAT.
I REMEMBER ASKING MY MOTHER IF SHE KNEW WHAT FRENCH KISSING WAS. BECAUSE I WAS A CHILD THINKING I HAD INVENTED THE WORLD.
we should have been paying attention to the shepherds of our spirits instead of the demons of our downfall. Never forget how weak the unnatural are. Never forget they have no place here and they anger nature.
BISHOP FULTON EXPLAINS BUG MAN LONG BEFORE I WAS BORN AND VIS A VIS PROVES THAT I WAS NOT THE FIRST ON THIS GLOBOHOMO-EARTH. QUELLE ME SURPRISE AND VERGING ON CATHOLIC.
I AM IN LOVE, I AM IN LOVE, I AM IN LOVE WITH LOGOS.
I for one and for two am pretty tired of this lolli-collecter doing whatever neon thing he does and David Bowie wants to just be happy ffs
Holy cow! I can’t find a decent version of “I feel love” by some Kraut that Donna Summer sang; and is a great achievement by both of them. Instead all I can find is some Bowie plea of praise to Andrew Anglin.
NEVER FORGET THE WAY OUT OF THE FOUL HELL-SCAPE IS BEING A PLAGUE OF FROGGISH JOYOUS COURAGE. OUR ENEMIES CHOKE ON HAPPY.
there is only one thing that matters in this buggy post: It is Bishop Fulton. Love him as he is the key to freeing yourself. Ignore my nonsense.
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)
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
They are also very good for acrylic paint. The main point here though is- don’t be afraid. Don’t ever be afraid. Love surrounds you and you cannot escape it. Be fiercely beautiful.Freeze them out with the weapons they do not understand.
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.
I am so sick of these huWhite Supremes singing about the industrial rape of their nations children by the friendly brownies who are obviously just wanting to spread their brown love all over England.
This is one of the first images I found on DuckDuckGo which is prob as pozzed as Google’sNoogle. Parasite behavior is the only way they can survive. This poor girl is clearly not British. The idea that the British are not allowed to be is insane. And yes also! I loathe the discrimination and horrific war-tier violence against the beauty of my people. I freely admit seeing this little non-British girl sexualized in a school uni ad also makes me feel hate feels.
Thankfully, the Guardian is not afraid to screech like the harpies they are about the real problems facing whites in this most current year. Men! Men wanting to provide for their families and engage in a social event where they take the more dangerous role of manning (do you see how I said manning vs. gendrę neutral staffing. My gucci! What the patriarchy has done to my blog!) the grill.
Men are always doing things like that! Hogging all the dangerous jobs for themselves.
But let’s be honest for once, if the internalwebs have taught us anything it is that, the correct spelling of ‘assigned female at birth‘ is grill. Before Tinder, there was an evil cabal of assigned males at birth predators searching for grills on the internet determined to instill their conservative values on us without the benefit of marriage.
My mother always told me never to accept an expensive give from a man that you were not seriously considering marrying. She also advised me to bring enough money to pay for your own part of the date -if he got aggressive. My mom is a boomer. A ‘young’ one even. I thought she was old-fashioned even as I took her advice out of pressure. I look at this picture and try to wrap my head around women making themselves freely available to random not only strangers but foreign strangers. Volunteering to be a MS-13 sweetheart vs. Sigma Chi sweetheart makes more sense.
You may wonder how I came across this knowledge. Many people do wonder why I was struck by geniousity and accuse me witchcraft (aka as racism which is another scary that fills the mobs with irrational blood-lust and ultimately is the result of ergotism. Ergo meaning therefore. I bought my rye-bread at the local kosher deli and ergo hallucinated 6 gorillion white grill teenagers flying around on swastikas and decided to destroy western civilization despite depending on them for survival.
In other words- what Baby Naughtyatyoo would call Tuesday)
All I can really tell you is this-you will be much happier without your father or husband or brother. Families and friendships are not so interesting. Buying fatty foods at Costco is interesting. Destroying goyim is interesting. Pornography is interesting, because you never know how it is going to end. (oops! spoiler alert! Your degradation and humiliation)
I refuse to endorse the hateful practice of putting meat on grills by the colonizers of condiments across the Americas. Could their absolute state of current year hate be more obvious? First meat is put upon us and then we are squirted with condiments?
This account has been hacked. There is no other explanation for such a vulgar and hateful and vile post. (I didn’t even mean to –or the hacker-didn’t even mean to write hateful. The hyperbole has become that reflexive)
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.