Have I mentioned lately how fun blacks are?

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.


Lady thrown in pool is obvious hate crime; Libs under Marxist anesthesia but they’re not beyond recovery

I know fox (((666))) News but whatevs…

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 or hispanics 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.

It actually  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 believwe 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 WASP standards.

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.



Lol I’m a SnowN1gger

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)

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. card copy.jpg

(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.

Meeting the Alt-Right

Was a surprise.


I can’t say it was unwelcome. I remember the night before it happened, I fell asleep with the thought that I needed to be around people who thought more like me. I live in a close-minded, emotionally-laden echo chamber, where all the fat and uglies fight for the biggest slice of victimhood cake. Which okay-whatever-could they be more boring?

I am not being completely honest because I also know a fair amount of very successful people- but they tend to be men and the current cultural climate is that they should be sorry for all the technology they are oppressing us weaklings with. I mean civilization and all is so sucky and life would be so much better w/o medicine or wheels. Effing men! First they make wheels and then fire and then combustion engines! Foul. I would much prefer to live in a goddess society where bosoms are the only spare tires around.






But this perhaps Goddess figurine or perhaps fossilized tuber is somehow better than western culture?  But you’ve seen western culture right? thereisreall


This picture doesn’t even do us justice. We’re super cute. Supposedly when northern Europeans were  enslaved by the Romans- we were classified as ‘angels’  because physiognomy  is real. I also know I am conflating cultures atm bc Romans are western culture and being enslaved by them was often better than being the so-called middle-class of today,

I think that may be why everyone else hates us so much and spends all their time being jelly, while insisting entrance into our communities. Who can say?

All I know is the alt-right, a movement that I can’t define and is intrinsically indefinable, bc it’s core is humanity in nature. It’s core is ‘you can believe your eyes and your instincts’. Of course that will have variation within the individual-so it is indefinable.

Which is super fun to watch the traitorous neo-con dual-citizenship beasts hue and cry about.

The other absolutely glorious thing about the alt-right is how beautifully male it is. I don’t mean that in a humpilastic way at all. Of course men are beautiful and inspiring. Many of us have grown-up under the oppression of feminismWe have been forced to suffer under the likes of Julie Bindel and Andrea Dworkin who want to kill everything heroic or even worthwhile in the world.

Being denied the beauty of our men is so harmful, and of course the reason cultural marxists attack masculinity. It leaves us vulnerable and exploitable. In the alt-right there is hope. There is the evidence of the best of our men. They are funny and smart and have the best aim. We are going to be okay despite the wishes of the evils.

Granted, I don’t always get it, and granted I am often awkward,hormonal, or embarrassingly (at least for me-girly). I try to not be a spazwit-I don’t always succeed. I have even observed people w/in the alt-right accuse me of internalized misogyny. See how pozzed this clown world is?

Let’s pretend this is not a non-sequitur:  everything reduces to the frequency for me, Kenneth. There is something so profound about the vibrations that we interpret as noise. I wish I could tell you what it was-or maybe I don’t wish. As Jesus famously said, “You can’t handle the truth!” . As far as I can tell-the alt-right is pitch perfect.

So- I dedicate this song on radio Hope and Hateful to them: