Duck Soup

SPONTANEOUS INSIGHT: Despite what they may frequently say in public, most women do not wish to be considered as equal to men in the sense of a Utopian rolled of the absence of the descriptions of gender. They understand that this might mean stepping down from that artificial mental pedestal in men’s minds and a status of a weaker creature with too much venom and no balls to back it up physically forcefully. This act leading inevitably to them having to pay for dinner and drinks and taking out their own garbage while stoically keeping silent.

“DEFINITION: Man spread may palpably defined for the modern millions chastising the male of the species as taking your two tiny little breasts doubling or tripling them in size and weight, then stuffing the pair of them squashed between your upper thighs and of course having to sit comfortably through long lectures about same.”

OK, here I am at Logan Square in Chicago. “Hello Mrs. Depyester!” The historical northern stamping grounds of those Doyen’s and the well-healed more genial environmental batteries of my social betters. People that have more shoes in the closet than I have. And at a higher per pair price tag than I would have paid for the whole lot of my own over the decades. A place where one might breath in and out in a manner not too dissimilar to that of a reptile cooling off somewhere under a rock. Yet way too rarefied for those such as myself the starvation from that unique intellectual oxygen that one might have socially hoped for. None of the expected skull and crossbones warning signs or hobo’s chalk marks outside of the host establishment for all folks not totally absorbed in that milieu to stay clear of. But, and not without some irony, just down the block a former Knight’s Templar headquarters. Itself right across the grand promenade of the wide avenue from a significantly large Mason’s hall. Will wonders never cease considering the odds of that happening so spontaneously? One thing you can be assured of is that this establishment is a monument to male intellectual servitude. A shrine to all things females insuring there is no status level afforded to old white males tolerated. “Your segment and era are invisible sir! Perpetually to be judged in the stilted history of Political Correctness for crimes against Humanity, colonizing the Third World portions of the globe, and mistreating both women, minorities and their tiny little animals!” The same disgusting behavior by male dominated white European civilizations that led to the inequity of wealth that fostered these same independent Liberal elitist attitudes of these female children who stand before me frivolously spending that ill gotten gain. But this is not a fit topic for voicing aloud in this convenient public ‘safe space’ of the literary promotion of the superiority of Liberal fostered diversity at $29.95 a crack.

Let us just say in the most neutral sense of opinion possible that you are dealing with snobs. Ones who will give you very little beyond recent gossip and their ego maniacal points of social climbing points celebrating the material inventory of their banal life’s existence. Something that comes out  in tedious length through spoken text at events like these. Ouch! Nobody gives anything to anybody! At least not without an implicit price tag to be paid with a pound of flesh. More or less! Yet here I sit yet again in a den of female authors in a woman’s bookstore, enchanted within the exclusive preserve of all things exclusively female. Sort of like a person burned raw from a sunny bright day at the beach having to endure the rigor of a therapeutic vinegar bath. Something that is supposedly considered to be a healthy experience. But boy does it sting! But, for the sake of practice of attending literary based events in general at some point in the future, I will endure this prickly feeling without making a fuss in public. Real men stay silent and suppress their egos, “Sheesh!” The observations spontaneously offered to the eye however bear a certain resemblance to a zoo. One where many of the participants of this event embody the current ‘creature’ stereotypes of ‘modern Feminism‘. Here they are in various sub-phylums! The overly opinionated Middle Class Jewish heritage queen bees! The man hating young economically privileged millennial female couples persistently showcasing their overt experimentation in the ‘new liberated female elite of  modern Lesbianism!  Fifty-plus perpetual ingenues bouncing off the brick walls of being too far ‘way past it’ for garnering and significant male attention. And the most pathetic of all! Those vacant forlorn humdrum dressing solitary souls sporting random splashes of garish hued food coloring over the worn out straw of the rapidly graying hair on their heads. All to attract the attention that, like some fairyland Blanch Dubois, they will spurn at the first opportunity. And who can says that I don’t possess both patience and the requisite discipline to endure this menagerie?

So here I sit in the last row further back listening to “Miss So-N-So pontificate while she conscientiously avoids eye contact with me. Cinematic perfection in the art of not looking into a camera lens so as not to spoil the illusion of movie reality. While meantime, in the back row I keep grinning at all the grossly insulting observations she routinely makes about a society ‘in absentia‘ of anything male. Her thesis being that she supports her ramblings in part with the handwritten examples taken from an obscure intellectually castrated feminine male. Continuously pounding nails into the body of wooden thought that contemporary literary absurdity is the perfect anti-venom for the universal tendency of a authors to describe their immediate emotional circumstances. She makes a big display of the fact that she does not care!  “Do away with all that claptrap rubbish!“, said the Red Queen, “It irks me!” Well, what the Hell,  she doesn’t care about anybody else’s opinions anyhow? She works as an assistant professor at University of Chicago! “WooHoo, Lady!” “I’m impressed!” Actually, I am appalled! Appalled that like some mid-nineteen-eighties space opera this country’s educational system has been fully infiltrated by alien drones with their ‘face huggers‘ that want to spread their virus of self-serving dogmas through mercilessly shoving them down your throat until they finally explode out of your chest. All empathy for the gender that they have corrupted in the process gone leaving a big hole in its stead. Their main body of the audience present that qualify as working adults being creatively brain dead beyond putting their car keys into their Lexus. Or planning their next important purchase for a tea cozy at Bergdorf Goodman. “Flaunt that wealth, Baby!” “Smile and nod your heads, as is anything could take them away from their own little Romanoff Easter egg-like existence. One that is effectively demonstrated by a mint tea blue colored Tiffany box within a Tiffany box, within a Tiffany box, etc., etc., etc.

POSTSCRIPT: There is no fear of being mortally challenged by being eaten alive. For one knows that the meat one has to share is so distasteful to this segment that any bites taken from one by these doctrinaire entities will be promptly spit out.

When Caligula Becomes Big Brother

In this culture little white boys cry while little girls don’t. It is a shock to see this happen. But then is exposes something unexpected. A truth to the light of day. Little boys are put in an impossible position of not being able to express themselves as males where in a feminized world little girls have no restrictions. It has become a bygone appreciation in this culture to celebrate masculinity as an inherent virtue. In fact it has been demonized. Violence is accepted as a form of ethnic self-expression for both sexes. But is considered taboo for the most excluded segment of anyone of white Aryan Christian European heritage. The dogma taught being that they are most responsible for all the social ills of the current world. The actual historical truth suppressed being the exact opposite. Western society allowing itself to be overwhelmed by the fact of an internal cultural killer virus superficially referred to at ground level as organized Judaism. The cloistered fact of same violating the convenient conception of labels suggesting old rivals so much as covert alliances of several ‘desert based’ religious philosophies that stretch back literal eons.  The serum distorting the natural inclinations of male and female in terms of producing healthy intellectual savvy healthy generations being amorphously termed as Liberalism or Political Correctness. Essentially crafty programs that have been carefully devised to program the host population from cradle to grave into self-destructive mindsets and self-defeating actions. The equivalent of gaining poser over the most important and influential centers of control over society and dissolving same much in the manner that an organism is devoured slowing being bundled up in a web by an arachnid. Toxic notions bombarding the culture incessantly through the destruction of the minds of the young with insidious half-truths that invert the perspectives in a manner characterized by authors like George (Blair) Orwell. We of the most sullied demographic are in a war for out own survival with people that nestle too comfortably among us that seek out annihilation.

The knee jerk reaction is too call this absurd of course. Even to suggest such a theory in current society being termed unacceptable. That in itself is the most telling clue. If you wish to find out an inescapable truth then start with the actions of those who anyone is not allowed to question as to their culpability for any untoward action. The penalty that the questioner faces of course is an instant form of societal enforced exile. The reason for the fear of same being so prevalent in European heritage whites being that the sledge hammer of the popular Liberal dominated media constantly fashions scenarios that offer only total destruction through negative branding of any personage that does so. Like any other long lost empire of old gone senile through its own decadence the United States has submitted itself to its own destruction by falling prey to those who would subvert it through guile. At one time without he help of mass technology literally building a false narrative upon a well-crafted a false persona taken from a time of two totally unnecessary world wars that only served to destroy the best elements of Western culture. Then replacing them with moral equivalencies that only serve to hasten a final and complete genocide of anything ‘white’. The most absurd part of this unthinkable crime being that the key element being the enfranchisement of dogmatically infertile ‘white’ females as the most dominate gatekeepers encouraged by false notions of social victimization. The European part of the species doomed to extinction because what was once termed as ‘the weaker sex’ has become its own worst enemy. Whites are caught in a mile of commercially funded media that is total toxic garbage. They send their children to schools that discard traditional topics promoting functionally self-survival and replace them with this media harangue that elevates the lowest common denominators of society as a model of exemplary behavior.

This is by no stretch of the imagination an accidental situation some of unintended consequences as one might inadvertently mix two substances unadvisedly together to create a poison. Take any given segment of key element of this society in Western countries and find that it has at best been sublimated to the goals of an organized sect that uses the reigning international corporate hegemony as an infallible lever. All one has to do is examine the system of finance that allows this segment to make their wealth out of thin air from the ever increasing sweat of all portions of society that are made to work ever harder to get ever less. A system where the governments of every country on earth are connected by a single system of commerce based upon unsecured debt. The lender merely creating a piece of paper called a contract where the debtor promises to pay future wages in order to get credit from the company store. The role of same eventually becoming a small ruling elite that keep and iron grip on the common people through a government that enforces this cooperate hegemony without exception passing wealth upward and implementing further duress upon the have nots to squeeze them even more. All the while indoctrinating them with a totally inverted viewpoint of the would where they are led to believe that those of their own that resist this tyranny are to blame for it. The eventual goal of this world system being to completely segment all cultures and make them slaves through an interdependence that defiles their national and cultural independence. One group ever encouraged to be spiteful and envious of the other during an interim period as they destroy their own cultures through social and physical attrition. Not just a destruction of the European segment but eventually of every other segment into an ever willing population of domesticated sheep having no defining rebellious traits that would interfere with their own planned use and eventual destruction. Take the analogy of Orwell’s world and put Caligula at the helm and find the perfect analogy for the world of tomorrow if it is allowed to continue as ti currently seems to be.

Welcome To The Illusion Of Reality, Please Take Your Seats!

WEMBLEY ARENA – 05/22/2017 – 22:30 – Screams throughout the massive stadium! People existing ‘en masse’! The bomb did [not?] go off after two or possibly more booms when people began frantically exiting the arena. Various reports cannot be confirmed at this time! [Shh! But what if there was no bombs at all? Just another crisis actor jamboree?] Police, police in SWAT gear, police bomb squad trucks, but not a drop of real pavement bound blood or physical damage for the mind to ‘drink in‘?] Cordons and no go zones but nothing to really see? The supposed remote car cam CNN footage from a private source of a flash but so pathetically inept and fake! A dash of red stuff here and there but no chaotically bloodstained clothes upon the supposed walking wounded. Just immediate hearsay of an immediate and massive web echo chamber based pundits decrying how terrible it all is. “It’s the Arabs!” “It’s the immigrants!” “It’s Al Qaeda and ISIS!“, says the groundswell online of commentator’s! But where’s the beef! Where’s the blood of one-hundred victims on the landing or the sidewalk or a surrounding area of broken windows? Where is the footage from hundreds of street cameras or the structure’s allied surveillance equipment stationed evident within all the public areas of the arena building? Or anything like that at all? A few cherry picked crisis actor typed limp around wearing plastic foil blankets posing for pictures. Some are on the phone saying really nothing specific. But yet no real evidence of injuries. Crowds of people franticly leaving obviously freaked out . . . But no visible evidence of any real mayhem? False Flagged Again!

I am ANGRY! I’m sick of this crap! This IS a confirmation that, like some B grade movie from the nineteen-fifties where an alien life forms descend from parts unknown to replace the residents of a small town, the Internet is now totally a gov-op. The Internet has become a fully monitored and policed state sponsored echo chamber of late where the informationally deprived just go along with the most popular assumptions that are vogue in the headlines of the moment. The predetermined agenda of talking points for the day predominate all popular discussion. Detracting of course from more important topics that the public are not supposed to be concerned with. But! The populace of the Internet created world are expected to draw conveniently drafted conclusions along the lines of a heavily guided narrative that is always remains suspiciously the same scenario now as it was back then in the special op hoaxes of 911 and 711. [Of Newtown, San Bernadino, Virginia Tech, Boston Marathon, etc., etc., etc.!] Blind belief is for most people more powerful that any direct evidence or a paucity of the same! It no longer means anything if some source you know has said it. Or has acted like it might be true. “I heard it on the net from so and so!” “I’t all true GODDAM IT! But is it? What people see in the movies in the multiplex or on cable has more to say in terms of their personal construct of physical reality than actual palpable evidence of the same in their waking existence. What happens when the illusion of an online community is compromised by the notion that it all just might be manufactured and not real at all? The collective mind is tazed yet once again with a virtual mentally applied mass media cattle prod via the thought police special events Internet division of Tavistock! Treated just like the herd of cows and sheep that they have become! Oh no! There is no one around for you to believe in now! “Welcome to the double plus good reporting of Airstrip One brothers!” “Bend over and spread em’!”

A Message To All SJW’s

How is it possible to carry a woman in your heart that perhaps you may be familiar with for so long a time but that you are assured that you will never ever really get close enough to intimately know? She is very beautiful. Someone whose personal attention in order to ensure their own appearance in order to maintain an inordinate level of sexual appeal to all males seems epic. Yet lives a quite little desperate life deep within? I wonder if this is what it means to be enchanted? There is something very sad about it as well? A sense of isolation that comes of more than just a fear of age. But of a bridge to keep her acceptable to the new society that she now lives within while keeping that same path open back to the old. A foot simultaneously planted in two worlds. A dilemma you say? Exactly.

The age of tolerance is dead on arrival. And now, as if it has been planned, and let me assure you that it has been scrupulously planned all along for many many  years! The unstoppable meat grinder of violent chaos is currently scheduled to commence. Consider every legal document torn in perfectly half by an inability of all concerned parties to agree to be tolerant for the sake of true compromise. There is no longer any middle ground. Those who have long been the backbone have awakened from their coma. The new comers have taken hold and demand by virtue of their presence here alone that their own distant ways now predominate. The Devil behind the scenes knows human nature and that in the end it will out! And if you are lucky then you will be forgotten in these times. You will remain invisible in the same manner that the homeless are. But not for long. And I don’t mean to say that you and those you love will be safe. But just not a glaring target as first to be destroyed.

Respect for the ‘wacked out‘ notion of multi-ethnic is no longer a saving grace but a delayed fuse time bomb that is rapidly dissolving the former stability of society. One that too many publicly claims is the keynote of this Western land. But now too many ‘newcomers‘ openly claim they want to fundamentally change it, or destroy it to benefit what resembles them. They want to do what so many other previous now forgotten societies tried to do. Take over another larger foreign social unit because it seemed easy pickings. There is always less work involved in stealing the lawn furniture from one’s rich neighbor’s yard than finding the wherewithal in one’s own self to find employment suitable enough to amass resources to buy or build it! The question must be asked  that if all these immigrants love the West so much then why don’t they stay at home and just change and evolve their own societies? Rather than come over to plunder resources that have been made too easily available to any and all? The most self-destructive policy ever devised by any historical national unit for reliable suicide. The answer hiding behind so many convenient excuses of victim-hood being that it is not in their underlying nature. That is the part that will go down the tubes when most will be unable to be assimilated and will deny the next generation the possibility of becoming so out of a fierce loyalty to what they left behind long ago.

Just because the rest of the world prefers to use an Apple I-Phone dos not infer any sense of lasting community or permanent cult based brotherhood. Everyone once carried a sword at once time in history. Then much later it was a gun. History has shown the results. An organism cannot live with two brains. Two purposes in mind. A country cannot survive permanently divided loyalties! It must come down eventually to a singular vision. This is the unfolding tragedy that we are all living through. The misapprehension that all of humanity is alike. It is not! To consider that it is possible to create a single type of Utopian individual through their eventual de-evolution is not only absurd but it is downright evil! For that is certainly the tyrannical mentality of slavery in its most cynical form. Diversity is not a milkshake but a form of respect following the age old adage of ‘live and let live‘. What one sees now is eventual mass genocide of one group for another and given the efficiency of technology, a possible and ultimate extinction of almost every other?

It Really Is Up To You

Those who grow up under the shadow of constant guilt live alternately in a world of ongoing reciprocal hate. It’s indentured in their view of life and in themselves. Perhaps their perpetual venom spurs on the procreation of great things in their vicinity? But it is merely and outgrowth of an unstoppable obsession to one day carry out the long-planned vengeance of their unconscious upon the world around them. Both in part their near vicinity and as a twisted construct of their mind as in a whole. Something that the history of tit for tat prevents from occuring as this accumulation of negativity inspires a counter force that matches them in its virility. Thus their knowledge of their lellow creature is honed to perfection in a more complete way than any of their rival groups. They are survivors first and tyrants in the present tense leading on to forever.

If anyone doubts this fact they are not well-acquainted with the word that they have created. One where the wonders of technology have been ruthlessly tasked with daily spreading innuendo and doubt about every positive topic and trait imaginable. Where the opportunity exists the rush to capitalize on every seizable resource is a whirlwind of unstoppable change for only the purpose of itself alone. The society that is raised up on the lands cleared of any hint of a yesteryear becomes a wrap that is drawn closely around all to insulate it from the possibility of a knowledge of any other form of existence. The result is a mono-culture that only admires the achievements of others projected upon the incessant bloated ego of itself. The ability to cast blame is an exceptionally proficient resource that spans he centuries wherein any opposing party is painted with the most egregious sins of the painter. Pick and villain from history and read what few facts of the story behind them and find a complete distortion of same predominates over the pretended veracity. One could not go back to any previous time their brush has touched in a proverbial time machine and find a reasonable semblance to the fiction of the preent that has been long and carefully implanted in the consioussness of the present.

Who do I speak of? This seems apparent in a popular sense of specific groups or individuals that are repeatedly targeted for one reason or another, fairly or unfairly so. The determining factor for bringing veracity to prove responsibility one way or another is itself a well rehearsed carnival show. The truth of the matter suggests that the true movers and shakers making the decisions are cloistered behind the scenes and most probably may never be revealed to the wrath of the public. And therefore they evade any responsibility for their actions or crimes. It is those who take on the public faces as spokespeople and avatars who will bare the brunt. It can be fairly said that all the cliche’s about the socially accepted impressions of the who’s who of both good or bad are most probably innocent of the majority of criminal actions that are piled upon them. Those who really run the show over the long run of world history count on this in order to maintain a continuum of the transfer of power. Consider that any influence that is so ingrained into the overbearing structure of the matrix of world society being quickly removed will result in chaos. To see a dramatic change you must suffer through the most dramatic of situations. Since most at the top of the pyramid are sociopaths completely indifferent they depend that the bottom rung is totally moral. If that lower segment changes over to the same sense of moral depravity then the whole structure will cave in on itself. Chaos in the form of starvation, armed conflict and an interruption of the necessities will be inevitable. Thus those in control have the rest of us held hostage in a manner that a terrorist with dynamite strapped around themselves  has his victims in a locked room his finger applying constant pressure to a switch if released will set off an explosion that will kill them all.

How can one defeat something that they dare not attack? Certainly not by a frontal assault. But be incremental but steady divirgence from the game plan. This is what these elites fear the most. That their subjects will gradually be unmoved and independent of them and exhaust their ability to guarantee themselves that change will not occur. We are not talking about tyrants that sleep well at night! But those whose fear slowly begin the consume them that they are becoming insignificant. Then their empires begin the fall apart. Shakespeare’s character, Macbeth may be the most famous analogy. Your own fears make you your own worst enemy. The vacuum produced allows for a shift that can be exploited. New paradigms. But in order to do this one must truthfully re-examine the dogmas of the past. And worst yet! Be willing to mercilessly take ones slef to task to discard them. To not make up excuses or accept arguments that split hairs. The prerequisite being to accommodate an absolute sense of truth as best as one can discover it. This will never be a hundred percent provable. Maybe not even eighty percent. But the overwhelming truth of palpable experience will outweigh all the polls and think tanks and scientific papers. The complexity of interactions by the main body of humanity define its character. If everyone thinks in terms of fighting and continual conflict then it will come reliably into being. If on the other hand that is not the most talked about topic it will dissipate and eventually disappear from the agenda. Quite literally, it is up to all of you to toss out the trash in your own lives. For only you can put out forest fires. And I would say, it’s about time.

Let’s Not Play This Same Old Game, Shall We?

It’s all pretense! They are all trying to fool you into believing it’s not. But it is. It’s taken most of your time within this existence to indoctrinate you. To make you think that you know something, something more than everyone else. But that is just the scripted role of your avatar. You are running your life according to something some skinny bald Jewish guy with a beard in a room somewhere else dreamed up for you fifty to a hundred years ago or more. They call it the language of cinema. Something like the words of that famous guy whose bastardized name maybe on your lips but in point of fact the only thing you might know about him was on Wiki. Svengali, Svengoolie, to quote, “Svengali (/svɛŋˈɡɑːli/) is a fictional character in George du Maurier’s 1895 novel Trilby. Svengali is a man who seduces, dominates and exploits Trilby, a young English girl, and makes her a famous singer.” But then you haven’t heard about Trilby. Why. you ask? Because that is the character that man or woman you fill the boots of! Or rather, should I say, the high heel pumps of! You’re the dupe. The one who can’t seem to distinguish artifice from reality from. Just like these words that I ritually type in a specific pattern that is attuned to the method of English language forms of thought pattern progressions of rote behavior that you will fall into using. Why? Because you have seen it somewhere, again, and again, and again and so forth. All of it is one grand trick to make you along with all the others fall into line with organizes humanity to do the bidding of the current small group that runs the show known as the civilized world. It has taken many years and an untold number of snuffed out dissenting human lives to get to this point in time!

So what is the scenario? A ‘talented’ young very gullible ‘artist’ ends up hanging out with the ‘Boho‘ crowd and a devious deceitful fellow from the infamous little group that hangs out in such places tricks her into thinking that she is something special. What she doesn’t catch onto is that that the fulfillment of what she thinks are her wishes is in reality merely an inside job. Old Sven the part time junkyard salesman is venomous and full of shit besides. He calls it hypnosis! But in reality it is just him  using her gullibility to fall in line according to her desire to fulfill the fantasy that she believes is coming true into what we would all like to believe is real. But guess what! None of this is real! It’s all fake! Based simply upon long years of having the same thing dished out on the plate in new disguises. Like at the grocery store. Aisles and aisles of boxes with writing and pictures in them that try to convince you that there is something special inside when in fact it is really the same old shit! Just like the sense of who you think you are. And who you think I am! “Who am I, you might ask?” Well, I am the guy who figured out a few of their tricks in using repetitive patterns of language and thought to share the inkling of a fact that we are engaging in a most persuasive abstract form of language based communication. We might be two gerbils somewhere in a cage fooling ourselves that the most wonderful advancement in the world is that rotating cinder we can crawl in at will and go for a run in? When what we should both be concerned about is how we got in this cage and how to get out of it before we die and get thrown out in the trash with last night’s leftovers!

By the way, Svengali, the character was a metaphor for the Jews. A stereotype la cultural profile of a group that in recorded history tends to fuck around without the minds of other groups and convince them of stuff so that they can make a buck or two off it. They are not fooled or convinced by any other person or group. They are awake! Or at least to what all the rest of the world who have awakened to this sort of mischief think of them. But then they have the big shield to protect them. The ‘red’ shield of gentile guilt that they as a people have worked hard to implement in Goy society. One that says that, “You owe me something for the past sins that you have committed against six million of God’s chosen people!” Guilt, guilt, guilt! I know! I know! I am not supposed to say all this! It is in bad taste. There are laws against it. But let me ask, who was responsible for making those laws? You don’t have to guess because it is the same ones we are talking about. Sabbatean frankist Zionist Chabad Lubovich Ashkhanaz reformed,whatever? Who cares? Not the regular folk down the street. But the big ‘big machers’.  The Strange world that we live in, eh? Strange world that when we begin to wake up we have the choice to KEEP living in! And many do just that. Why? Because the little man or woman within each of us wants to maintain the fiction that everything is normal. That it is OK and that tomorrow will in many respects be like today if we all just dispense with all the crap that I have just been proposing for the last couple paragraphs. Who am I you say?

Well just nobody! A fool that unlike you wants to wake up from this bad dream that i am locked in and live his own life in a manner that will take him wherever it leads. Right now, I feel buried like you. Chasing after some stupid notion that I can impress others and make a lot of paper money and then live some fabled form of existence that int he back of my mind I know perfectly well that I saw the equivalent of on TV, or a movie or a catalog or some such instrument of prolonging this fantasy. “Who am I, really?” I am some poor dumb bastard like you that says one thing but at the end of the day goes back to doing the same old thing. Making the same old mistakes. Why? Because that is how it is. It is what I know and not what I like. So I guess I will keep ranting and raving about the ‘Joooze’ and the weather and a whole bunch of stuff that bothers me but that I am not ready to change. Because the day I really do change them, you will never hear from me ever again! Why, because I won’t be playing this foolish game by that point anymore.

OK, I’m done! You can go back to sleep now!

I, Racist

OK, yeah! I admit it! I’m a racist. I’m white and old and born of the post-war generation before the well-publicized civil rights march of the early 1960’s. And even further away from President Lyndon Johnson’s ‘Great Society’ which promised virtual manna from heaven but delivered the Vietnam war and fifty thousand dead American soldiers. I love my own era most of all. Better than almost all of the subsequent eras that have occurred as if by happenstance in-between. Take ‘Feminism’ for example. A sudden figment of nineteen-seventies imagination! Or take the “I’m cool with it all man!” era of the ‘Hippie’ when ‘third world’ mass immigration was introduced by those so non-specifically termed as the Left! Nat Hentoff, Allen Ginzburg, Betty Friedan, Max Horkheimer, Theodor Adorno, ad-infinitum. All having one defining characteristic to their sense of struggle. All members of a group whose core values were NOT inclusive. I embraced it all back then without a second thought. But now, seeming in light of so many intervening unnecessary decades of strife and struggle now seem as hypocritical ideologues simply pushing their own narrow agenda of world cultural conquest. Yup! I’m a racist alright!

Why? Not because I started out that way. Not because my mother for the short time she had a maid who incidentally was of genetic African descent used to make lunch for the woman and shave afternoon and chatted with her as of her other friends. Not because many of those of people that would soon be deemed ‘black’ were at the time not much different than my own family in terms of prosperity. Or similar hopes or dreams for a better future with a home a car and children in college.  Not because, my maternal grandmother got persuaded to puncture tires in a black neighborhood one time during the racially charged late nineteen-forties. And regretted her foolish behavior ever after. Not because the latent traditions of European Christianity that never took hold in out family that out of a sense of nineteenth century guilt preached a more modern form of ‘White Man’s Burden’ that after the war transformed into a ‘Save the Children’ fund for staring African and South American children. My mother throughout her life donating the proverbial ‘one dollar a day’ for a good part of her life when the family prosperity reigned. No! I became a racist when quite by accident I found out that the media no longer had any use for me. That I was no longer fit to be portrayed as part of what the reckoned American society should be. The icing on the cake when squirrels on the ‘Left’ in cushy big ten university tenured position began calling for the extermination of me and all the others like me. At that point I realized that the only people capable of loving me were my own.

Sad? Extraordinary? Demented? How, I would ask! The same tolerant clan that officially bemoans me every day and every way have built a wall around themselves in their own land. The hordes of people that they are directly responsible for bringing over thus countries borders and then insisting that my own prosperity should support are even more racist that I. One might suggest that since they have developed and controlled the art of mass communication they are the progenitors of the modern construct of Racism in all its many forms. They invented it! I was just there. I was just the guy who was forever over-qualified who couldn’t get a regular job because I didn’t fit in the quota system of the Federal Government construct of Affirmative Action and other Liberal platforms that inserted Blacks and Hispanics, and women who were less qualified than I into a system that they soon controlled. They ended up making what this nation is today! I might mention general characteristics like combative, self-empowered, inefficient, contentious, picky, clueless, uninspired, divergent cultural values, no values at all, sexually promiscuous, or even selfish and egotistical! But that of course would be unfair, because it is Racist! And I am a racist because I dare to bring it up. To mention it in theat same breath, Feminism, Islam, propitious single parenthood, Zionism, Corruption, the overreach of the Federal Governmental, World Zionism, “etcetera., etcetera,etcetera!”

No, I never planned to be a racist! But now like everyone else from every other culture on the planet  I have to be as a matter of survival! This seems to be the larger game plan. One that has been tried in varying forms over the last three hundred years. One in which of all the players at the table, the ‘white‘ Christians always seem to lose. So when you read these words with the expected sour somewhat smug scowl on your puss, just take a minute to review the feelings about your own group. Factor out my fellows who have been brainwashed by that is loosely referred to as the educational system because that has descended down to the gutter of full bore Marxist Socialism. But those of you that live in your own land governed by your own culture’s defining principles. Are you prepared to be cast out of society at large as ‘over-privileged‘ to join those like me and my own? Or are your own kind deserved of due respect and honor for the positives and struggles that your own kind have had to endure? The choice in the end it up to you. Join me and be a racist! Or end up just becoming another desensitized anonymous constituent of a milkshake society that values its members only as replaceable cogs in an elitist master plan some several thousand years int he making. See you either way on one side or the other of the barricades to come!