The Bestest Part About Hillary Gassing Herself: More About Alt-Right Being Product of YT Male-Mind

I don’t think Christopher Hitchens was the first person to say women aren’t funny: 

People often tell me I am funny. It’s hard to tell though. People tell me I do a lot of things perfectly, that it is perfectly clear that I don’t. Most of the time I am doing my ‘perfect things’  I am being praised by men. With funny I do get it from lady-people too. They often add the caveat that my humor is subtle and warm. 

From my perspective my humor is defensive. I know a lot of the things I say other people will only hear if I hit them in their funny-bone. People have even told me I should do stand-up. I shrink away when they say that. I don’t ape the male style-and a lot of male comedy I don’t care for bc 90% of them are: I am a sexual failure. Okay. Whatever.

 

Libs can’t Meme

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I wish I knew who to credit for this but I do not.

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Here is HRC’s communication team when they accidentally got locked inside a bathroom. Look at that diversity. There is at least one goy-looking girl 3rd from the left. 

We know Pepe got BTFO by these “I am as man as a man women” That’s why HRC won in a land-slide.

I’d like to give some cereal historical context to what I feel is yet another example of the western mind climbing up Jacob’s ladder of DNA to the minds of young western men. Some of these young men are very aware of the historical nature others were forced into genetic memory of :  

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Some retards like our least favorite toy-PissDad say things like this: 

Sorry about what you did to your kids, PissDad but I am just going to leave this here: 

 

Rochefoucauld is the great ancestor of our own Pepe. He did it for the lulz. Just like our Meme-Magicians that just saved western culture for us and proved exactly WHY globalism is the product of a broken and doomed psychology.

 

The fools behind globalism believe they can do something for the first time in history, that they have never done successfully in the history of the world. Trade in humanity, as if we are just parts exchanged for parts. Just like HRC thought she could jettison the white male and do battle with them with HURR lady-hires.  Just like she thought she could appropriate the black vote.  Just like globalists think that getting rid of whites wouldn’t be the worst thing that could ever happen to them. short-sighted. 

Mother Nature has no sense of humor. She’s not in it for the lulz. She’s in it like a hormonal monster. 

So the meme magicians had to say: “Some globalists you just can’t reach. So you get what we had here last election. Which is the way he wants it. Well he gets it! I don’t like it any more than you globalists” 

 

 

  Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever. -Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Globalists can strive and try and hope and copy. It doesn’t matter. It cannot be faked. What they want is only ours. Our beauty and our architecture doesn’t exist without us anymore than HRC can bantz.  No one can build what is not inside them already. We’ve already won.

Time for the globalists to stop asking for our endorsement and start asking for our mercy.  At this point we are not able to comment on that.

 

Language in Black and White

One of my social media strategies is to always keep a few people I am diametrically opposed to in my feed. I have this irrational thought that I can break any spell I am under with information from the opposition. Why I think this is necessary? Some strange addiction to integrity. Integrity really means virginity-when virginity means unbroken or whole.

But I was born into a world of duality and triangulation. A world of tension and competition-how can completeness be possible in a world that struggles against itself? 

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So I had this dialogue w/a woman who supports Black Lives Matter. I may write more about this. It was actually quite painful for me on many levels that would take too many words.

 I asked her what she wanted. This is confusing for me. Again- I know but another post.  She said she wanted to be heard. She said that black people (I don’t believe she meant all- but many) feel less-than. To be ‘heard’ is imperative. After that-there is not a lot of definite direction. They are hurt. Granted. All living beings are hurt. It’s the deal.

Bc I was a linguistics major-or maybe I’m just saying that to prop my theory up- I thought of a story that I can’t remember the source of atm. It was of a white man in Africa last mid-century. He wanted to record and define a variety of African languages. You know- in a dictionary. He made friends with the locals. He recalls being asked why he had an English dictionary by two friendly women. Wasn’t English his language?

He responded affirmatively. “Then why don’t you know all the words already?” was their basic response. They knew all the words of their language as it lived only in them.

This story ran in my head as this black woman relayed the NEED TO BE HEARD to me. I tried to explain that when white people hear you-we tend not to respond in a dramatic way. YT takes in information- processes it internally and searches for solutions. But making a big noise is looked down on and suspicious in our culture. That does not mean we don’t hear or don’t care.

When YT came to Africa- the Africans did not have written language. Why would they? We developed in a land of privation-while they developed in a land of plenty. beautiful-africa-sunset_39681swedish_winter_landscape_2-e1417790909526

 

Therefore to what purpose would Africans have sitting in their huts configuring reference manuals when life was so plentiful to them?  None. They would however need to pass down certain charms-medicinal treatments-cultural norms. If their tradition was oral vs. written- the best way to do this is repetition.   There is no reference manual. Your children’s health and well-being is based on repetition. Your immediate concern would be referencing the past.

 

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On the other hand- yt’s survival is contingent on planning for the future. huWhytes have to always be thinking of the future bc just like blacks looking toward the past for best strategy for survival-our survival depends on planning for cold deathly winters that we may very well not survive. But if there is a written record—

I believe this is a fundamental reason we are so incompatible. Perhaps this could be helped if it was understood. Whites are the most compassionate people. Blacks on the other hand don’t seem to have any concern for others. If I am wrong please give me an example. (I do believe their are outliers and am actually not racist)  It’s funny how being observant is ‘racism’. When I say I am not racist- I mean I am not unkind to people of other races-it doesn’t mean I cannot see or hear or recognize patterns. Give me an example though of blacks being empathetic to a group of anything including animals that doesn’t serve their own needs. There are a kajillion of white ones. Including organizations that benefit blacks.

I don’t have the answer. I am quite sure though that the continued censorship and harassment of white people is NOT THE BEST START AND WILL NOT END WELL. WE ARE THE MOST DISCIPLINED OF ALL. CHECK YOURSELVES. OUR PATIENCE WHILE LONG HAS ITS LIMITS.

Facebook Friends: Have a Nice Day ! Oh and btw Hang Hillary U.S. Enemy #1

The good news first, my family (as in my immediate biological rellies not my fashy goys) had some very good news after a drastic years-long draught. So natürlich it:

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So I dared to traverse ye dreaded Facebook again to add my voice of celebratory and sugary goodness. I scrolled through my various ‘friends’ posts. As a composite my ‘friends’ look like a diversity commercial. It’s funny that I am by the dominant paradigm lie a ‘bigot’ and a ‘racist’ bc of course all white people are bc P.O.C™. have decided that whites are in fact superior and they will fight to the death to hold onto their faith in their inferiority all the while blaming us.

Well okay then. I mean it’s not like there is anything I can do about it. Envy all the Beckies hair and obsess over us all day-long and just see how happy that makes you. You are not my problem. No wonder we invent everything. All the noblely sad people of color are auto-redialing whities and hanging-up when we say hello bc they believe they are just not worthy.

The only real reason I fashed-out is at some point I recognized the profound hostility P.O.C.™ have for us and am healthy enough to know we need and deserve protection from this. Snow people are the most empathetic and our kindness has been horrendously exploited. Ironically the agitators against us are not the P.O.C.™ self-haters (of course I know #notallpeoplewhoarenotwhite but the marxists that the (((media))) wants to pornify)- the P.O.C.™ are just the tools of the truly evil who either need misery to live or are just misery addicts. I am sure the answer will come to me. Bc as God always tells me, “Hope you’re my favorite, that’s why I sent Hateful to protect you.”

Anyhoo- I am keruzing for a beruzing as I check out my ‘friends’ FB !!!STATUS!!!. Every single one of them is super smart and posting their very well researched political opinions on the FB! It’s beautiful! I scroll through pushing ‘like’ ‘like’ thinking ‘OMG you’re kidding you would like that’ and then pushing ‘like’. I also made a few comments that consisted of: “You look beautiful!” “Oh such smart and fashionable babies you have!”   All of my sentiments were sincere.

It wasn’t until I hit my Sh1tlord Uncle’s post that I recognized what was happening to me. I saw his name. Like me, he is rarely on FB and more out of professional pressure than pleasure. I felt my body relax and hoped that he would say something truthful and real and informed vs. the many “Girls for president and Trump is a meanie!” posts that I had ignored. No it was just a song. Songs are good but no.

So natürlich I felt: 

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Some of these people on my FB I know quite well and love a lot. After the hiccup with my uncle’s post though I couldn’t help but notice that the major reason I stay off FB is I don’t want to see their chronically uniformed and self-righteous virtue w/o virtue signaling posts. How I only say pretty-pony positive stuff while they feel freer than Hell to post dogmatic and idiotic proclamations of ‘political science’ when 99.9% of them not only do not know of what they speak but have no real interest in it.

My problem is I have been accused of being exceptionally smart my entire life. I take issue with that especially in light of many of the life decisions I have made and have nothing but rue-filled tears to remember them by. Nevertheless this has been a huge issue for even some of my closest ‘friends’. This is a bigger problem for every single FB friend and even some of my immediate fam than the fact that Hillary is the most famous serial killer in the world. That Benghazi was no accident but a deliberate murderous cover-up. That she sells security. That she hates Americans. That we are being waged war against. That we are the bulwark of christian kindness and the whole world will suffer w/o our influence. That the sad dusty child photobombed from Aleppo was harmed by her policy.

So I don’t say anything bc more than once I have been rejected by good ‘friends’ who scream things at me like, “I am so sick of your superior intelligence!. It’s ironic bc I don’t share their opinion. I think everyone has a unique and powerful intelligence. They never ask what I think though. They are just afraid I have something they don’t have access to. I do just as they do.

So after all my “you so pretty” posts bc people like that and even I know that. It occurred to me that even if I posted the mildest of my opinions I would receive a sound scolding by people who can’t even name all the countries in Africa. By people who don’t know the history of Brazil or Rhodesia. By Americans who don’t know the history of the United States. And they don’t care. They just want to hump other people’s legs w/ their pretend virtue/victimhood/naked aggression.

Recently, out of the dumb kindness of my own heart I helped a health professional I know by allowing her to survey me about lifestyle et al. It was tedious. Question: “What are your hobbies?” Answer: “Avoiding people”. She laughed. I raised my eyebrows.  Still I fight an still I hope and still I love pretty much everything.

I find refuge in beautiful sound. All the best people are a bit mad. So thank-you for pushing up against the membrane Tori.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

More Fun With Oppressed African-Americans

So while I haven’t written about the fun times I have enjoyed recently-being assaulted by a black man and being called a racist by him-before he assaulted me because I had the wrong skin color while he was committing a crime.

And the other fun time just 2 days before where super funny black guy thought terrorizing non-black people in a store was quite a hoot. Fortunately the store owner was not a northern european who thinks he has to treat thugs with the same kindness he treats everyone.

Today’s fun with the oh-so-oppressed noble African-American just involved walking home from work. For whatever reason-retards of black and white and jew  and brown(Mexican) heritage -just being honest here-I don’t see Indians or Chinese riding their bicycles on the sidewalk-think they have the right to ride their bikes aggressively on pedestrian walkways.

I understand that they don’t feel safe on the insane roadways that don’t fit modern traffic in the crowded and insane city of SF. I don’t either and that is why I don’t ride my bike.

I have been hit before as a pedestrian on the sidewalk by a happy African-American who just happened to blast into my chest. Super fun times. I am sure I was oppressing him in some way that his only choice in life was to take a grope at me. Makes total sense.

I was exhausted and minding to my own business of walking home. Older black guy on bike enters the sidewalk in front of me. I move to the right as he is facing me and I have been taught to move to the right in the face of oncoming traffic. Even though this fapface has no business on the sidewalk.

To my non-surprise instead of pedaling on to my left – he aims for me. There is a tree close by and I go and stand by the tree to make sure if he plows into me-he will also plow into the tree. I keep eye-contact with this oppressed gentleman. I am listening with my headphones to a lecture about Roman history so can hear a fair amount of noise around me.

This infuriates him. He turns around on his bike and circles me. I have trained myself to make a white noise in my head and not hear the provocative insults that oppressed African-Americans routinely scream at me for things like breathing. These poor victims. I was very good with my trained affected boredness and he eventually rides away. I know if you react in a frightened way the hunters dial it up.

White people and our disgusting kindness and civilization.  There are just not enough gibs and gibs and gibs and there will never be.