Honestly, it is so funny that all you have to do is say to aggressive others is either “You will probably still be allowed to live around white people.”
“You will not be allowed to live around white people any more.”
The super-hyper anti-whiters who feel their only currency is to destroy whites and lord over us for the gibs, frame the conversation in that way and all of a sudden they want to have a conversation about race, which is different than our historic practice of “People of Color screaming at whites for the fun of it and possible gibs”
When you point out that non-whites have no right to exploit us-well instead of going on the attack these criminals go back on their heels- but we want you-we want you,
True you want us, but you have not been kind in return.
Your aggression invalidates any imagined obligation we have toward you-quite the inverse actually.
I super-hate facing facts. I think one fact may be that I am an outlier. Maybe I am wrong or maybe not. I always find outliers of other races rather painful to deal with. I mean when you see large swathes of people destroying your culture and adding nothing and destroying your honeycomb it is kind of easy to be strong against people who want to ruin everything you love.
Then you always run into the outlier. The guy that makes you want to say hey- this guy has some great points. I think I would kinda of love him to be my neighbor. I’d invite him to my California-cuisine bbq. This kind of blows-up my whole segregation argument.
I have been called on the carpet in real life when I am preaching like a really loud preacher-mouth; because I preach like the most rabid doge-preacher you would run from in fear. Just to brag- many have fouled themselves in fear from my perky-self.
My answer is always the same: There is a biological reason that there are outliers. They belong to the body of their race. Bleeding their race of their outliers harms them. Brain-draining different nations of their brightest and best blights their people.
It’s painful to admit- but it’s true- there is a part of me despite being a ‘stronk and independent wahmen‘ still wants to be a grill. Still is a grill because I still depend on the men in my life. Even tonight bf shouted at me about something- “because you need a mahn. You need a mahn to get you there on time! You need my guidance!” It’s true.
I remember my bestie telling me in uni- “I’m so glad you are not normal” I said I hated it and I wish I could at least pass for normie. She laughed and said- “Fat chance of that happening!” I didn’t laugh and still don’t. I still resent it.
But everyone has their own path. I’ve got mine. If I really care and I do -I must follow it. The lovely fantasy that I can be cocooned is not only wrong; it is irresponsible. It is the same part of me that embraced feminism. Being a woman can be so frustrating which is way worse than facing facts. This is how cultural marxism caused me so much harm. Cultural marxism came and whispered and shouted and repeated into my ears that I was an infant. That I was a victim of the same very men that have protected me more than anyone.
B1tch No! Seven Times I was betrayed by feminism- only seven? you lucky wahmen
Fop-head Feminism(which is just a branch of starvation-bent communism). Marxism feeds on misery and fantasies of one’s weakness and uses it to destroy. I have to be stronger and braver and more cheerful. I have an obligation to aver my unhappiness and be the outlier of lady-peopleness and experience truth and frustration. I have to have faith in my path.
My every second is a prayer. It is an attempt to fulfill the obligation I have to my ancestors and descendants. While it is not as perfect and whole as I would like; it is at the same time a divine fight to protect and care for.
Like everyone else; I am nothing but an antennae of my God. Whatever knowledge or wisdom I have springs from my belly and not from the chatter-bugs of my mind.
I am way cuter than degeneracy. I’ve got a little heart-shaped face because physiognomy is real Baby!
This braggadocio does embarrass me but I am willing to risk it. Transgressing my cultural norms is somewhat humiliating but I am obligated to protect my culture more than I am obligated to protect my social standing. I have a responsibility to steward the beautifuls for the well-being of all. The cowards will cower. It’s what parasites do. We cannot blame the weak for their weakness.
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?
Living in this oppressive western cultcha is very oppressive.
I was shocked like a very shocked person when I walked by a ‘supposed’ art supply store (that has done the hard work of Wal-marting art supplies) To find them frog-listening to Neo–Nasties!
Question: What is the difference in the two images?
Question: What is the difference in the two images?
Answer: One looks sloppy and hardly thought about the other was a banner for the Daily Stormer.
I’m pretty sure I know why. Blick has Andrew Anglin, famed guy, who is white and therefore a nazi doing their graphics. Apparently like most nazis, he has moved to Haiti or Zimbabwe or something in order to enjoy lording over what he probably big-ot-idly refers to as”colored people” despite all good people knowing that the correct term is “People of color” just for the pure sadism of it.
As we good people know and apparently nazi–know–nothings don’t know is that when you don’t have
you don’t have reliable utilities. (See S. Effricka if you don’t believe me. I’ve decided links to outside articles are annoying)
As I was conveniently saying,
the only logical conclusion is Anglin is
lazily phoning in the graphics to his handlers
in the great state of Ghana. The noble Somalian kangz
then forward it to the Akata
that run Blick for whitey
because whitey doesn’t know how to run sh1t.
In case you are wondering, the above blog post makes perfect sense and is CNN approved.
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.