I am sick to death of seeing white men homeless. Within the last year I have seen the population of white homeless men rise exponentially. I have no empirical data on this. I am lollalaby fortunate enough to live in a modern Brazilian like city of fanciness. The homeless I see are becoming overwhelmingly white males.
There are no organizations to help these men. In fact all I see is organizations like this one run by jews of course who are anti-white men. I am pretty damn sick of it. I am in fact beyond disgusted. Dismantling ‘Whiteness”
Not really f@ggot. We have violence committed against us pretty much non-stop. We have our countries invaded and are told we are responsible for everyone everywhere. While we get no mutual benefit. Howabout you FRO?
Interesting that you don’t hear the jewish lobby talk about tolerance much anymore as that is so obviously lolzmonkey.
Because we are social victims of marxism BF and I have a huge social life. We were leaving an actually fun evening and approached his car. (He has a car now and that makes me somewhat sad. When he seduced me he had a beat-up old truck- but now a fancy black car but it’s kind of big-I miss the truck. the truck made me love him more)
Anyway- I went around to my side which was on the sidewalk. Beside my door there was a young homeless white man. As soon as he saw me he stood up. He apologized. He said he was ‘sorry ma’am’ I hesitated looking in my purse for some money. I was disgusted not at this man but at my country’s shame. I told him that. I said- “this is not your shame it is our country’s”
BF on the other hand went ballistic. He came around and started shouting at him. He was afraid that he was threatening me. Young man responded by saying- “don’t speak to me like I am a dog!” BF continued to shout about getting away. BF and I get into his car and drive away involved in glorious argument. BF yelled at me for giving him money. I am a naive idiot etc. I explained how polite the man was and how there is no help for him and a war against white men. He pshawed me and told me I was too difficult and he was going to meet his friend and should go home. I agreed.
Not only was this man polite to me-he said to bf- why are you attacking me you are so lucky to be accompanied by a beautiful woman- you think that didn’t turn my head? My head was turnt. I am as simple as the most simple.
I was surprised when less than 10 minutes later BF showed up home instead of continuing his degeneracy. “I found him. I went around the block twice but I found him. I told him that I made a mistake. I told him that ‘this is what men do-we protect our women.’ he said he understood. He knew that was what men do. He agreed. I gave him twenty dollars and he gave me a hug.”
This is why I love this man. What reason on earth do women have to not be incredibly grateful to men? They protect us. They love us without reason. Because we have not returned the favor. That shames me. That shames me. That shames me.
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.
WordPress sucks and won’t let me link. God I hate those disgusting YOLO f@ggots.
Where is my country? I’m not 100% sure but I believe the victim is an immigrant herself. Like that matters? She is a child.No child should ever EVER be harmed in this way.
Never. Never. Never.
And what are these (((jew))) f@ggots even talking about? Do these f@ggots think that I would be super happy if ethnically British people criminally came to this country and Raped children?
I don’t give a care. I don’t care what color your skin is. I don’t like you raping children. Paglia is wrong. Rape is not simply a physical assault. It is a psychic assault that will impact this poor girl for the rest of her life. Not only will it have a powerfully painful on her every family member. Her future husband. Her future Motherhood.
It’s funny that I am by all accounts I am a racist. Like that’s a bad thing? My horrible racist heart breaks for this little girl. I wish I could wrap my arms around her and protect her from her future. I know I cannot. What has already happened to her is nothing compared to the future she faces. I don’t like to swear but Goddammit. Goddammit.
White supremacy? WTF are you talking about? Compassion? Civilization? Hang yourself.
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.