The first time I heard of Andrew Anglin the person telling me about him didn’t get his name right and was accusing me of “falling under Some Mangled Name’s Spell.”
I said–wait for it–“Wut?” She texted me back saying “I meant Andrew Anglin”. She had consulted with (((experts))) about where my dangerous ideas were coming from. *spoiler alert* my dangerous ideas were being fed to my dangerous brain by my dangerous eyes and ears. not acceptable for a good goy-girl!
The morally righteous needed to alternately suggest I had gone mad and declare I needed to be punished soundly. I needed to be expunged! exiled! perhaps hanged? but the logistics of it all proved to be too much and shunning the non-believer would have to do. I knew about Charlie ‘let’s go to commie mountain!’ I knew how these things played out:
It was still a good while probably at least 6 months before I discovered what she was talking about and what the daily stormer was and I admit it frightened me at first.
Naturally it scared me. J.K. Rowling is their number one fan and she is obsessed with booger-candy!
The site freely posted verboten graphics and said vulgar names.
I’m the kind of person who still writes sh1t with a one instead of an i because I just don’t want to be blanketly disrespectful of others. Some words still make me cringe. I stayed away.
Sometimes though I found myself spouting off ridiculous things or painfully honest things or emotional spazz-outs while dealing with my inability to believe the lies anymore. So I’d avoid social media and read the stormer while licking my wounds.
not really me but the feeling is real
I never participated because it seemed like a very male space and quite frankly I’m still not comfortable with some of their wording- I don’t quite get it but where did this bizarre idea that one has the right to understand everything come from anyway? Once I adjusted I found the Stormer mostly hysterically funny. Really engaging and fun to read.
I started to believe that anyone who could not see the satirical bent and the wonderful copying of MSM’s ridiculousness was either lying or was part of the (((crew))) that really view the world from hysterically unfunny point of view. I do think the site is pro-white. Which is a good thing. I hate no one-least of all my own people. But do I believe Anglin wants to throw Burka’s on people? Naw. I don’t think he is particularly interested in ladies fashions
but i was wrong!!!!!!
Don’t let this happen to you or your daughter!
It’s not satire and it’s not joking. The true asbysmally abysmal truth was revealed to me today. Naively I believed that Anglin wasn’t criminal for free-speeching it up but new evidence has revealed to me this is not the case:
As it turns out this man I thought was funny and using an over-the-top a a la MSM writing style to entertain and push his anti-genocide agenda has a long history of committing fraudulent fraud that isn’t even true.
Hard hitting journalist and future recipient of the wow-wah-wee-wah Pulitzer Prize (championing one of the progenitors of yellow journalism) has uncovered the ugly truth about Anglin.
So while I innocently thought Anglin was just following the AP style-guide of ‘lead with hysteria’ the ugly truth is this: Approximately 6million years ago as a seventeen year-old Anglin registered to vote at a false address. Thankfully he never voted from this faux Pied-à-Terre as it would just be further proof that Hillary-climber of mountains and stander-by of rapists deserved her presidency.
My lying eyes and ears and brains had to but in at this point and say- Hey lady! You know if MSM was reporting on Jesus Christ they would describe him as violent racist who ran around with unsavory characters and all they can get on Anglin is as a minor he gave a registrar a fake address? Maybe he wasn’t in the mood to be slotted as fodder for the greater Israel atm? Who knows what this madman’s motives were? If this is not clear evidence of how dangerous anti-genocidal people are- I don’t know what is.
I disavow. I am a stronk independent wahmen and I am not afraid to shun people who not only do not want to see me slaughtered but have the audacity to falsify addresses temporarily as minors.
Stand with me fellow wahmen marchers wearing vulgar themed hats! We will stand together on our way to commie mountain! We will reap the rewards of our virtue signaling! Sometimes also know as Holodomor. Huzzah!
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.)
Remember why you became a redcap. It was for this:
It’s a culture war and we won more from Trump vs. Hillary than we could have ever dreamed possible. At the same time the answer is the plague of us! not him. We must remember why we fight.
To be perfectly clear: I don’t know if what he did will ultimately turn out to be wrong. I didn’t know until today that we were bombing an important tunnel system in Afghanistan. I don’t know that being unpredictable and heavy-handed won’t serve us. I also don’t know that Kushner and other ties to people that are heavily globalist is just a sign that we have been terribly betrayed. I don’t think so.
I do know that Trump has always just been a symbol. We’re the movement. I honestly don’t think Trump hates Americans and I believe with all my heart a majority of our politicians do. After all, they all have to proclaim allegiance to Israel.
We’ve always known that if we won, This would only be the
of the great battle for are culture that everyone wants to steal. They don’t call it the human race for nuthin’ honey.
I think the Golden One sums up nicely how I feel. Although I don’t ‘disavow‘ rather I realign with the noble frog plague.
No act of resistance is too small. Every inch is too much to give. We have to get very nepotistic. We have to speak up every time we have the opportunity. They don’t understand the way we think or behave. They don’t have the capacity. We are the most creative and reserved. Chaos is easy. One of Alinsky’s biggest rules is to bluff about your amount of numbers and power. The inverse of the western mind. (If you haven’t read Alinsky’s demon manual, “Rules for Radicals” You must.
At the end of the day this is on us. Nobody will pop the bubble of poz for us. At the same time we are ultimately funnier, clearer-thinkers, way more creative, more interesting, and naturally better looking. There’s a reason everyone else in the world wants to come into our communities besides jealousy. We have the most uniquely important weapon in the culture war; we are compelling.
Sociopathic SOB lies to us about what will happen to our society. Listen to what he says. The Jews lied once again. They promised it would not change our lives. It did. My city not only demands codified against whites civil servant tests. It demands anti-white people regulation with CCP and other ethnic groups. Scumbag LBJ betrayed us. Scumbag LBJ made an oral contract that he did not uphold.
He changed our lives. He destroyed our communities . We need to sue these sons of bucks.
I am quite cereal. I don’t super want to go on about this because this whole process is taking a lot of time and transcription. Believe it or not- I do other things besides act like a total “j3rk” on the internet. I also manage to find the time to make people I know that have prostrated their ‘small-bug-sized souls’ on the alter of Politically cucked-super uncomfortable -and pay a high price- Because you can’t always claim as Voltaire taught us- “Don’t beat me I am a metaphysician”.
I think I will die alone under a bridge. The weird thing is I am pretty okay with that. I would rather die alone under a bridge than live my life on my knees. What are you going to do? I am quite sure I will be a fabulous looking hobo.
I currently see so many white hobos. Because our families are small by our nature and our countries have been invaded by people who hate us.I know I have complained about boomers but when I do I am not talking about the increasingly female boomers that I walk by with no family folding into themselves.
Oops! Got super-ranty bc feels. Back to argument. Okay super-sadist LBJ lied to the American people. “Your life will not change” Our lives changed rather quickly. In my city- duper baloney lib toilet you don’t have to worry about knowing Spanish to get a job with the city you have to worry about knowing 中文 not to get a job as a translator but to get a job as a crossing-guard organizer or to work in the Department of Public Works 越南人 may also help.
LBJ the fancy doge-torturer
More later so tiredhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HMEBLRt6iI