A couple of days ago a young man asked me if I went to the fair last weekend. “there was a fair?” I asked.
He nodded and quietly said “yes“. My mini-mind searched it’s memory and came up with this:
what he meant however is this:
I said no. I said ‘hell to the nah nah’ I said that is not healthy.
I related a memory of when there was a fabric store on the same street as this fair. I didn’t remember the date as I have never been a fan of it. I was attempting to buy some fabric and a giant huWhite man dressed in a nazi costume complete with swastika and riding crop gave me the once over twice. I was actually kind of terrified. The cops were close by so I didn’t bother so much.
I thought about it later. How is it that wearing a nazi costume while attending a degenerate ball doesn’t even get a second glance? While at the same time simply being white or advocating for free speech gets you called a nazi in a pejorative way? How is it that a young man thinks it is perfectly acceptable to ask a woman he doesn’t know very well if she went to a BDSM fête?
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.
I kinda of want to say *trigger* warning, that seems kind of lame but, what follows is barbaric at the least.
One of my least favorite topics in the world has to be abortion. I’ve been noticing recently how so often men on the right seem much more comfortable denouncing this than women. When I see this it reminds me of an aspect of men that I see ignored: Men are expected to care about men, women, and children. Female politicians on the other hand tout ‘looking out for women’s interests’ as though that is a unique virtue of theirs and a reason for a person like me to vote for them.
I’ve always believed that abortion is a form of murder.This is another reminder that I’m not sure how liberal, outside of nominally, I ever was. The idiotic assertion that a fetus is just a clump of cells never made any sense to me. What is any living creature? We are all clumps of cells. Or that at 6 weeks a fetus is not a person but at 12 weeks it is? That’s some of the strangest (((voodoo))) I’ve ever heard. While I think abortion is one of the most violent acts that can be perpetrated against both women and children, I don’t think it should be criminalized for real reasons I don’t want to go into here but to make a long story short- I don’t think it would be the most effective fight against it.
I’m writing this to expunge a dark liberal memory. How the me of before is different from the me of now. Trying to make sense of how I ever was that person.
In this story I am about to tell, in no way do I want to suggest that this is normal or average. It’s just something that haunts me. I had this ‘friend’ who was determined to be my very good friend. I was fairly acquiescent out of not having enough energy to be arsed to create a social circle that suited me.
Anyway, friend came from a very wealthy family and as luck would have it met a very wealthy and nice man from the other side of the country. He was jewish and I think she may have been too, but that was before I knew jews were different. That being said, that element may not have anything to do with this story. I don’t know.
Not only was he jewish though he had a very high status job. Like a dream come true they had a ‘whirlwind‘ romance which in my mind equaled a ‘hair-brained scheme‘ and started making this big noise about how they ‘these two perfections of existence‘ finally met each other. I was like, “whatever”. I mean six weeks after they meet they’re engaged and she’s moving to the other side of the country. It was actually a relief to me because she was such a showboat and wanting me to be her sidekick. There were times she was actually very kind to me and I am having guilt now thinking about her uncharitably. She was very annoyingly status orientated though and continuously drawing me into drama and competition with others that I had no interest in.
She wanted me to be her maid of honor. She wanted me to make her wedding dress. Despite her immediate relocation, the planning for the wedding was at least a year-long. She came back for a visit and was describing what she wanted to me. She was artistic and had some sketches. She casually told me she was pregnant and going to have an abortion while she was here.
It distressed me and I pleaded with her. Why? Why on earth? We can make adjustments… She looked at me cooly and explained that she “didn’t want that kind of wedding“. I tried to gently argue with her. She knew her mind.
Sometimes people online tell me they don’t believe my stories. As I relate this one I kind of don’t want to believe it either. It still makes me sick. Sick in the way I feel it send unhappy messages all around my skin and not actually throw up but feel really physically angry about this clown world.
Maybe I just pay attention more than other people or maybe I give people the impression that I won’t judge them? Idk.
I do know I pulled out of the wedding and made some cursory excuse. I didn’t think I was that rude but I still remember having lunch with yet another ‘friend’ at some nightmareishly trendy restaurant in “Upper Valencia” (that’s a joke, kinda) and second friend really took me to task about ‘dirting’ our mutual ‘friend’. “Why’d you do it? She liked you so much?”
I shrugged my shoulders and looked around. I knew I couldn’t tell her it was because bride-friend’s lack of regard for ‘clumps of cells’ like me and you and her made me wildly disgusted and wonder what the point of living as a clump of cells was worth at all. “Feelings aren’t always mutual” I noted as I shoved more salad in my face and met her gaze again. (Christ, maybe I am autistic.)
In no way do I want to suggest that Bride-friend was the norm. That’s why I believe in keeping abortion legal. I honestly believe the norm is a mom who has three kids or so that can’t feed them all. I freely admit this conclusion of mine is based on my feels.
Despite the phrase,”That’s not the kind of wedding I want” continuing to haunt me and despite my illustrious career of being socially awkward. The older I get the more times I reflect on my lack of popularity and think: I may have been in the dark about many things but at least I respected myself and had good instincts (Not a universal truth but at least occasionally). If anyone thinks she was somehow punished for her vanity, as far as I know that is not the case. She had a status-appropriate child one-year later.
All these years later I still live around people who wonder why I “did that to Fake Friend“. I have no desire to be public with her situation in a way that could harm her. I believe more than ever though that if you really care about women; your goal will to be to end feminism.
This is the oft misunderstood song Tupac wrote about feminism. There are some rules that are universal. Tupac was like any person with heart. He hated cultural marxism. He loved his people.
that is health.
(The jail-bars in the video represent the cultural marxism he hated. He’s laughing at the powers that be because he knew that even after the communists killed him he would fight feminism from beyond the grave. He dog-whistled but we all understood. Tupac was a champion of the people vs. the reptilian. That’s why he’s Obie Wan Kanobining in real time.)
so I had to travel around because the tyranny of money. Being a natural hermit, I hate that. Luckily I got forced into a *charming* luncheon with a hostile gang of
Terror did ensue.
They quickly launched into my ‘edumaction‘ becuz I’m all stupid and not sufficiently enlightened. To be fair to myself, they didn’t know that when they instigated their self-gratifying attack on my psyche. Like with most battle-axes (completely under-utilized and excellent phrase) facts are irrelevant when there is some ego-stroking in public allowed. We very much need to bring back obscenity laws.
The alpha-shrew was an ‘inspirational speaker‘ who ‘gets along with everyone!‘ I know this because she told me herself, while passionately assailing every single fiber of my personal experience and belief system.
I was schooled that all men want to beat me. All men want to oppress me. These boomer women alone can free me.I think partially because I come from a long line of engineers I tend to think of things in systems. How different pieces fit together to make a large cohesive way of being. Trying to figure out what part needs repair to make a happiness.
So I said to the chief salad spitting “native American” (lady you aren’t native “American” There was no America before anglos founded one. There was just a bunch of savages who didn’t know what a wheel was and spent most of their time starving to death.But who cares? Honestly how nice we were as a conquering nation to provide for you to the extent that there are more ‘Amerindians’ alive now than before the Spanish came? It’s not my fault you can’t adapt to technology!) So I said: “Why do you think it is that so many young girls are being trafficked by gangs and so many women are being beat? Do you think it is due to the absence of fathers that has become so rampant? Do you think it is a lack of a strong male patriarch looking out for his family and children that is the problem? “
I was asking a sincere question as they professed to have expertise in the horrifying field of children being trafficked for sexual abuse.
This did not freak them out. They tried really hard to educate me about how evil men were. I can only assume they thought I had never heard that trope before.
The thing that was interesting to me was that when I did freak them out it was because I said “Well I was fortunate enough to grow-up in a very homogenous community. I know for a fact that the women in my family and community were not roughly abused and no one would have stood for that. It wasn’t a part of our value system and we were enough alike that real abuse would have been easily detected. I know this is not often the case currently.”
At this idea they all srsly recoiled in horror. I have to say it was not until I specifically expressed gratitude for ‘homogeny‘ that they did the pull-back and press a hand against their ample bosom move. Of course being born with a side of cheerleader and a side of sperg I couldn’t stop my compulsive self from marching right ahead to my doom: “I’m really grateful for the community I grew-up in and my father’s protection. I know it’s a rarity today and probably the reason so many crimes are committed against children.”
The chubby “native” or as I like to call them “inspirationalAmerican” was sputtering about some invented rule of thumb urban legend and didn’t seem to understand how this b1tchy white woman was not getting excited about “muh feminism“. As if I’d never heard that before. I smiled at her. “That sounds awful.” I said nodding. “I am very sorry for those people.” And of course I am. Who wouldn’t be? That was very sincere. “My people are just not like that.” Because they are not.
Men volunteering their time to build playground
We’re not. We are not. We don’t value violence against women and children. I am sure there are exceptions but there is not and never has been anything normal about that in my people.
Man being pilloried; a common punishment for wife beating in Colonial America
I paid my bill and thanked her mid-sentence. I know I am ruining my life and committing all kinds of social faux-pas against the aggrieved masses. Groveling ins’t going to win me any favors though. I’ve seen this game played out often enough. Even though half the nasty boomers were white women they thirsted for the same thing-an arrogant white woman they can be the hero against and horrified by.
Not really a problem for me because you will perceive me like that anyway. I’m happy to meet your need. And my people are not like that. My people are not like that. White Sharia doesn’t offend me or scare me a bit. I’ve never had a ‘partner’ whose committed a bigger crime than trying to buy me too much stuff that I don’t need. I’m not materialistic. I grew up around families where men did their most to care for their children and wives.
White Sharia would probably end up with me having a lot more female friends to make fun baking stuff with. (Sorry I don’t see the feminine arts as degrading) and getting way more pairs of shoes which boyfriend seems to have an addiction to. (Men like to make their ladies look fancy like their cars. Worse things can happen to you than being spoiled)
My father loved my mother and us in a very powerful way. The idea of having to live without his protection frightens me. He did lose his temper many times. Women and children don’t really understand boundaries though. Personally, I think the meme is funny. Look at the way white men treat dogs. Look at the way Arabs do. It reveals their true nature.
The normal average white male has no desire to harm their women and children. They sacrifice themselves remarkably for us.
If someone had tried to traffic me as a little grill there is no doubt in my mind they would have ended with a bullet in their brain. Everyone in town knew not to mess with me as well. Feminists though say men and homogenous communities are the problem.
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.
I’m fortunate in that my ancestors have carefully recorded our history. Seriously-I can look up about a million years of family heraldry just on the interwebs. Maybe not a million but enough to make my eyes glaze over and think ‘Who are these people again?” They’re all English English English. Despite the fact that I hail from the oldest families in America.
My parents were still little kids when the Hart-Cellar act to destroy America was passed. (At that time 51% of the country could trace its roots back to the founders) It actually shocks me how little diversity there is in my family tree. I remember some of my sibs complaining that ‘we’re so boooooring’ I defended us externally to them and half-heartedly because I was older and didn’t want them to feel bad but internally I agreed. We were boring. We didn’t have any fantastical dysfunction. We were annoyingly conscientious and concerned with the nature of the right action.
The only point of interest was that we have some snown1gger in us. I grew-up with many Dala Horses in da house and Yule Goats at Christmas along with Ableskivers ( I will be posting that recipe and how to soon)
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Of course I know that if you look fååår enough in my background you will find Danegeld North England raiders-I just never felt connected to it. Until a few days ago. I was making a birthday card for someone I love very much and bc reasons I wrote Happy Birthday in Danish.
(Do you see the dag which is day is so close to the German Tag?) I had this fairly cheap polka-dotted floral ribbon that I wanted to use up because I didn’t have enough to do a real project with. So I cut out the hearts and modge-podged them around the sentiment. Then I thought I would dot up the letters for cohesion.
As the four readers of my blog already know I am always on about, you can only build what is already inside of you. As in culture is a byproduct of biology. I sat back surprised to realize when I had finished my card that unintentionally I had made a card with a snown1gger aesthetic.
I think it’s the first time I really felt connected to it.I mean I knew-I knew blah blah but I didn’t really see why I should care- like most of the powerful feels in my life it really surprised me.
I am now at the point where I can champion our British heritage with complete enthusiasm to my sibs. If I get the opportunity-when I get the opportunity. Not often. Of course they all think I am crazy- but I hold a special place in my family. They think I am crazy but they also think I am right.
My mother calls me her “magic 8ball daughter” that whenever she wants to divine the future she just has to shake me up.
Not really fair but it makes her happy. She is naturally distressed about what is happening to our people but smiles her pretty smile when I remind her how we brought civilization to the world and snown1ggers don’t need numbers when we’ve got strategy.
As lots of people know there has been a terrible spate of bomb threats to jewish centers across America the beautiful. I didn’t really pay that much attention because like most goys, I figured nothing would come of it and we would find out it was just another ‘jew thing’.
One of the many problems with jews is they don’t understand how we goyim think but their arrogance forces them to believe that they do understand us. It’s actually easier for order to understand chaos than the other way around. Just as it is easy for an adult to understand a child.
They don’t even know how to h8 crime like we would h8 crime. If we were of the nature to. We really aren’t. One of the many things that jews don’t understand about us is that we don’t like to waste time or energy. Being hateful for hate’s sake is really not our deal. We are a compassionate and creative people. We like to spend our time making beautiful and productive things.
Still I had to laugh when I saw this donk statement:
“There was a time, when he was sowing havoc at Jewish Community Centers around the world, that 19-year-old Israeli-American Michael Kaydar may very well have felt like the king of the world. Using technologies like Bitcoin and Google Voice, he had managed to evade international authorities, including the FBI and the Israeli police.”
That adrenaline rush came screeching to a halt Thursday, when Kaydar was arrested in connection with over 100 bomb threats against Jewish institutions in the U.S. and abroad.
According to a Daily Beast report, online carelessness may have been responsible for Kaydar’s downfall.
Of course we know if it was a white goy like they were hoping for this would be on a 24/7 newscycle and he/she/xer would be tortured and on their way. Originally this post was accompanied by this graphic. Celebrating the Israeli’s crime.
Seriously! Celebrating and laughing at causing tremendous harm to his fellows. I am willing to give his fellow jews the benefit of the doubt that they don’t know this is an
anti-white hate crime.
But it is a joke to them. A joke! Frightening their own children is a joke to them.
Goyim! Do you see how different our way of thinking is? We wouldn’t do this to their children much less to ours! But for them it is fun and games and a way to hurt goyim. A way to solidify their obsessive hate against the non-jew.
I have to say I disagree. There is not one murderous jewish org. that I would take over another.
So while it is super funny and whoa-wha-whee-wha King-o-da-Castle when a jew did cause real psychological harm to whites and children When normal people out of wholesome desires wanted this to be redressed with factual reporting. Well then it was considered a ‘Hate crime’.