so I had to use public transportation to transport myself to an alternate location. Such things do happen.
race is a social construct. Just like being alive. But we see in this picture every asian face looking with concern at the asian woman being enriched by the african ambassador of hope. In the back you can see a bat-eared yid’s visage expressing “IDGAF”
Being an observant person I observed.
There was a chubby black woman who was allowed to have her tiny black dog take up a seat next to her in the front of the bus. She was just chubby not obesed to death-but a big girl. She was happily prattling on to a black man sitting by her-who was clearly a stranger. He got off and she wished him a “blessed day“.
I hear a lot of black people say that expression to each other and think it is so nice. I wish I had the freedom to express myself that way. Or shout out “I love you white man!” like I have heard black women shout at black men in a not creepy but very affirming way. Or even say “whad up my cracka” in a familial way that every other race is allowed to enjoy. I thought to myself this seems like a very pleasant black woman.
“What is this crazy white b1tch even on about? ” There is a reason we are depressed. It is our women says based black man as he sighs heavily to jew tube. Blacks women got no time for kindness.
I was sitting next to an older asian woman with dyed red hair and very western clothing but clearly an immigrant. Asian lady smiled at black woman’s dog. Black woman held up one of her many ringed- and I mean rings upon rings upon rings that Dante would not even address because it was such a tacky sh1t-show.
Blessed-day black lady responded by telling Asian red-head “Don’t you be staring at my dog!”
Asian Lucille Ball responded by saying “Vely cute!” clearly not getting it and praising the dog.
Maybe our black hostess treat was afraid Asian lady wanted her dog for lunch.
Our blessed-black lady raised her voice and admonished Asian Lucy for pretending not to understand.
“everyone else on this bus heard me and understood me. don’t be staring at muh dawg! don’t play your games with me!”
you can see the nose from here: Atlantis Afreeka. Their passionate golem-created in their own image stomps on their master. Mistaking Mr. Big-Nose for an old Chinese Lady
I thought she has a point. Asian lady smiles and nods. bus driver drives. I cannot remember if bus driver was black or asian but it is 99% of the time one or the other. I guess whites don’t know how to drive buses but only know how to revel in their homeless privilege.
Get on the bus Gus! Beep! Beep! on our great lurch forward; next stop is STARVATION!
Blessing black lady has everyone on edge. I look up at well-dressed white man sitting across from me-he stares intently at his phone. Blessing black lady is clearly dissapoint as no one is fueling her fire. She holds her finger up again and aggressively tells Asian-lucy:
“I hate you!”
Our betters seem to have a monolithic message: We hate you and want to kill you. Also our betters: You are a racist!
Asian lady does not respond. A few moments pass.
“I hate you!”
blessed black lady comes to her stop and picks up the trembling doge with the scared lost eyes and departs.
“Goodbye!” calls the asian lady in a friendly way.
“Goodbye!” answers the blessed black goddess in a friendly way.
I closed my eyes for a really long time.
Not me. Teeth I wish I had. I do not have a big toothy smile. Schade.
Your life was loaned to you from your ancestors to preserve for your descendants. It doesn’t belong to you. You are life’s steward for a very short time.
Your life doesn’t even belong to you. You do not deserve your life-your life is a result of grace and obliges you to care for life.
YOu cannot appease your enemies. You cannot walk free or outsmart through smarmy . It’s the very tension of life that pulled you into this dimension. You were born to fight this spiritual war.
But Man! Mang! Mang! You are trying my last nerve. This foolish and weak premise that we will win this war by playing by our enemies strengths and their playbook. If we just behave?
Our strength is our beauty and order. That’s the sword we slice with. And confidence. FFS. Weakness doesn’t win wars.
WE are the children of the greatest civilizations on the earth and we are worried about appearing correct enough for people who want to exploit us and kill us?
not in my mfcking timeline
I have spent so much energy and expense protecting you. You have no idea what you have been saved from while you expose your naked throat to rejection of nature. You think this is a joke or a power play. I don’t want to be insulting but we all have our limits. Even me.
Is they hate our guts. But the idea that we are left alone makes them lose control of their bowels.
We hate you but we can’t live without you. Btw I agree with a lot of what Richard “I’ve got great hair” Spencer says but I would be way more insanely fascist. So I am not aligning with him.
The idea that I hate other people out of some weird color dysphoria is beyond silly. the idea I don’t like to be around people who are violent toward me for no reason whatsoever is pretty understandable.
Tell me again why I should appreciate Congolife?
This is not revolting because why? We financially support this because why? This has anything to do with me because why?
But we are not allowed to not participate because that is hate speech? I’m not seeing the part that is in it for me.
But you white people don’t ever think you can escape. You owe these people for an unknown reason. You will never be free. OH and btw we are oppressed because jealousy. Die.
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.
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.