So I was a-walking and listening to my head-phones. But I had to untangle my head-phones or something. I’m not sure the exact reason I had them off in area I really don’t like to have head-phones off.
There was a black woman walking in front of me with a little black girl. At first glance I guessed the girls age to be 11 because she seemed rather tall. At second glance, I guessed 9 because she seemed to have not started to develop at all.
As much as I was making an effort to block the world out, I none the less got a big chocolately-treat of “We wuz Queenz“. The woman let out a big and scary belly voice to the young girl, “Your m******* f****** s****** p******** whining!!!!!!”
I’m not exactly sure what the mother said because it shocked me so much and was so vile and held a physical threat for the high crime of whining.
(The woman who made this video is clearly of the talented tenth. She's very cute and creative and I am sure is a good mother.)
I knew the voice. I have it within me. I think I’ve used it like 3 times. I don’t know for sure. The only time I know for sure, Is when I was leaving my local Bodega and some 6’4″ (cracker) meth-head followed me out and was fussing at me about allegedly stealing some shiny doo-dad that he owned. I had no idea what he was talking about. The very kind owners of the store, that always look out for me, had one of their mega-sized-sons follow him out and seemed very shocked when out of my body came that very animalistic voice bellowing: “You Back the f^ck up Right now!”
I thought my life was in danger at the time. I have to admit it was kind of fun to see even the store owner’s giant son flinch in surprise at my monster voice. They’re always on about how sweet I am and think I can’t take care of myself.
It’s a voice I’ve never used with someone I know. It’s a voice that neither of my parents ever used with me. It’s a voice I’ve never seen my friends parents use with them. I’m not even sure I’ve used it out of that time that Jimmy-Tweaker-Stewart was coming at me.
But this little girl was getting that voice used on her for whining.It’s doubtful that she even did that. Whining.I observed the mother or grandmother, who knows? She was petite and fashionably dressed.
If the ever-nurturing amazing vagina-owner had not been so vicious to the child in her care, I wouldn’t have stumbled over my head-phones so much while feeling absolutely sick and confused over what I was witnessing,
The little girl met my eye as they were going into their courtyard and Ms Yelling had to stop to open the gate. Her eyes weren’t dead like I have seen with abused Chinese kids. They weren’t pleading as I have seen with abused white kids. I actually sensed an understanding, albeit a very dark one, that it wasn’t right but there was no escape.
As an adult white woman I felt an intense responsibility. Whites are hugely and uniquely bad at being bigots and I am no exception. I looked away from the cute little girl first. I felt intense shame for not even attempting to do something. And I have a history of being courageous enough to do that. I ‘ve taken on 3 generations of Chinese for picking on their tiny girl and I will brag with great success.
Chinese aren’t blacks though. Of course I approach people like this with humor and flanking so it’s not as easy for them to get straight up physical with me. Blacks though- this one much older than me black woman made me think- yeah…no. I’m not in the mood to star in a Colin Flaherty video. Although honestly I probs could have taken her because white people like myself have superior sense of focused resources vs. silly windmill rubber arms.
But then all her neighbors would have come out-Nevertheless I walked on with my shame but also thinking why is my people’s perspective never a part of this equation? Being around such a foreign people is incredibly stressful. They want to cry about micro-aggressions when all they seem to do is Macro-Aggress against everyone.
Regardless, at least they are covering it. I don’t even think the woman is white, at least not my stripe of whitelady. She’s jewish. Real whiteladies like myself are much too timid to wade into a big group of black peoples. And I’m even tough enough to have chased a black man out of a club after he punched me in the face for being white- but numbers,were on my side .well as brave as I like to tell the story to myself,if I had seen that number of blacks orhispanics I would have known better to get close to them at all. Jews on the other hand have very little sexual dimorphism. It’s curious how they push it on every other race so much. It reminds me of my favorite thing to say, ‘you can only build what’s inside you’ or my other favorite, ‘you can’t truly understand what you cannot build‘.
Bees don’t owe their honeycombs to wasps or cockroaches either.
Itactually makes me feel a bit kinder toward (((those))) that want to wipe beauty off the earth and destroy my people. In the sense that just as whiteladies stupidly project our kindness and desire to nurture onto other groups. We can’t help ourselves. We want to believe we will be the plucky whiteladies taking the world’s hands and bringing peace to the world.
(the above whitelady porn shows me how easy it is to create equality and should let everyone else know how dangerous I am. It’s not that fun to be awared of this )
Jewish women are by nature very masculine and aggressive by WASPstandards.
Nevertheless these yufs . not discern the nuance between white and “I’m not white I’m jewish”
(((Cringe))) you into next year fo’ shizzle muh Hymieizzle.
One of the things that bothers me personally the most about these incidents and the ridiculous reactions by ‘open-minded liberals who refuse to discriminate’ (discrimination and good judgment are the most important qualities anyone can embody). Is that even when I was one of those cotton-headed people who refused to recognize what I was seeing with my own eyes and hearing with my own ears and even worse than that suffering very personal consequences to myself and people I loved- I was so desperate to believe that we were all the same.
How much harm tomyself and others that I allowed because I didn’t want to believe that others are fundamentally different than us. I say this as a person that has no hate in her heart for anyone. I don’t hate other races. I don’t hate other races any more than I would hate a tiger for being a tiger or sheep for being a sheep. There are people I love very much that are not white and in no way think all of any group is the same. I believe that Jeffery Dahmer is my race as is John Wayne Gacey-these are not the only white people that disgust me BUT-None of these examples in any way refute the fact that my people in large groups are not safe around other people in large groups and there is no benefit to white Americans to tolerate this or engage in this.
While I even believe there is a tolerance of foreigners that we can successfully integrate and would quite frankly be happy too share the incredible value of our culture with-it’s not our obligation. OUr only obligation is to protect the valuable culture we inherited. A culture that does not exist without us. A culture that we are stewards of and is not ours to give away out of cowardice.
Traditional American dish served on New Year’s Day. Good news! Plenty of time to prepare and you will need:
2 T Butter
Bacon AND Sausage
Red Pepper chopped
Small Onion Chopped
2 cups black-eyed peas
Salt and Pepper
Box of Chicken Stock
First chop a lot:
Wait. First Soak your beans. A lot of recipes will tell you to soak them for like 12 hours. Ridiculous. And I’m the paranoid one. You need like 2 hours. Just until they are softened. Oh and when you soak them put 2 as much water as beans.
Sorry for the gross picture. They are puffy enough to be boiled though. To be fair to my horrible picture, black-eyed peas are gross and they taste gross. That is what makes my recipe all the more important.
That is why a key element of my recipe is that you buy your meats from a real butcher or preferably a real meat shop. Not from a package. a World of Difference. A Multi-verse even.
Melt the Butter
Sauté your chopped bits. Put Aside.
Next cook up your meets and chop them and set aside
Finally. And I do mean Finally because by this time you are at it quite a while. In a large pot pour in your beans and chicken stock. (Of course it is better if you make your own chicken stock but this is the alternative.) You can add bay-leaf, but I don’t find it necessary. You can also add a bit of shredded carrot to sweeten it. Or a bit of hot sauce or cayenne.
Bring to a boil and then simmer for about 30 minutes.
Do not over cook.
This is the biggest mistake made in modern cooking.
Over-cooking is for Taqueria-style Mexican food. Nobody wants to eat that. It’s like dog food.
There should still be a decent bite to your bean that you don’t want to lose when you add in all your choppings. You want to wait to nearly the last minute, 5 at the most, so you don’t lose the enormous flavors of the add-ins. Again, because of the dog-food affect.
Apparently, I managed to lose the ending pictures of my dish. These things do happen. Even boring girls do get bored. You can serve it over rice. I figure why bother? Like a salad with lots of goodies the eating is more about mining the goodies and crunchies versus some kind of communion with the boring-pea.
I do regret not having a picture to post of my finished product but at the same time it looks a mess. It’s the nature of the beast. At the same time it is D-E-L-I-C-O-U-S !
At a fairly recent visit to a High School that has seen a huge white displacement not that long ago, one of the things that struck me the most was the absence of ‘spirit’ posters or seemingly sense of school pride. I was surprised how much it bothered me. I guess it’s just that loss of culture grief.
I was in cheer before university. So was a younger sister, and it’s with a fair deal of shame I remember discouraging her because by that time I was an avowed feminist and knew lots of “stuff” from of course, the marxist clowns filling my head full of garbage. I suggested the dance team.
Can you imagine if feminists actually were in charge of cheer? They would be telling the girls to strip and write “My Cheer! My Choice” on their bellies and howl for a half-time show. For whatever reason, that is feminism’s answer to every question. It matters not what the question is, the answer is always strip and screech.
Anyway, the magic of youtube led me to this I didn’t even know that the British attempted to cheer. This is their National championships.
Our grills do not disappoint, check out these white devils:
This is just a regional competition.
I know it is terribly American and bigoted of me to laugh at the UK getting BTFO’d by a cheer team from the glorious Trumpenreich.
This is what makes us great. We don’t know how to stop winning. Don’t worry Britain. We won’t forget you. We will save Europe…a g a i n.