The Government Form Shows Me I Am Wrong!

I am considered the great white ATM!

Prone at first sight to offer immediate handouts of my wealth to all street hustlers black and otherwise.

I go to a coffee shop I have frequented for years where I have generally been charged a standard rate for coffee like many other customers.  Then one morning, the new manager presents himself before me to collect for the coffee. He happens to be black and middle class in economic station. All of a sudden, everybody else as designated by the subversive ruling governmental ethic of corporate Socialism is deserved of a lower fee than I.

I am white and of course the manager is black.

The strict sense of rules apply to me! Yet when I challenge him about being overcharged based upon the prior actions of many of his current working associates, it is the manager who then claims to be victimized? He refuses to recognize me as a coffee shop regular though he has seen me at a distance a number of times before.

Why?, Because of course, he is black and I am a racist because I am white.

And I,  of course, being white am not to be accorded any right to allow him to deviate from his inflexible attitude as laid down by his own corporate slave masters. It is the rules after all! And because by the stilted rules of reigning political correctness, and due to my obvious absence of ethnic color. I belong to a group politically disenfranchised by Cultural Marxist politics that are currently in force within this land’s ruling structure are not being afforded the same degree of regard as a member of society.

That is in terms of being expected to pay more than everyone else and shut up about it!

A structural fact that is so typical of current Zionist dominated Socialist infected PC corporate culture. The evidence of this is fact on every application form for work or government document used to evaluate every individual. “WHITE” & “BLACK-HISPANIC-ASIAN-ETC.” So much for the tyranny of the Roman empire on the land of Israel’s chosen. They now run this Western empire crap show. I have to think in terms of my own perpetual guilt because of my European derived genetic appearance not in terms of the measure of someone else’s behavior or their obvious personality!

The enfranchised black middle class that had risen up in the shadow of that merchandised fallacy of the sipposed boon of a first American black president has contaminated this country and set it fully at odds with each other. Violent revolutions and wars have been started for less! The rising temperature of the traditional attitude that had resulted from this is now festering away within what was formerly the most tolerating anchor population. No well-publicized dreams of a minor anecdotal ethnic martyr solid enough to hide the hypocrisy of this era. A meticulously applied politically fostered devisiveness designed to divide and conquer all citizens of this nation by way of outside influencer’s who have bargained their way with bribery to the highest seats of power and then downward into the heart of current society. This continual “pay up” mentality imposed on all things white soon to have an unexpectedly disassembling negative result! But then that is part of the plan.

Straight From The Temple Of Globalism And Pandemic Disease

Connect the dots!

It is in the biological nature of women to relish stability. Men are somewhat less so in terms of looking beyond the risk of the unknown.

The world as conjured by civilized humanity is operated via the act of observation and guided by the manufacture of consensus into viewpoints amenable to the masses. The store of the same being something to be considered as reliable experience, (AKA., knowledge).

The current most acceptable religion being the creative mumbo jumbo of the Scientific Method.

A process that is based upon the notion of the absolute same result reliably able to be yielded in any corner of the planet by anyone performing the experiment by acceptable methods demonstrating what is then termed as absolute proof vindicating the veracity of the theory as borne out by the demonstration.

One of the most famous of these being the Michelson Morley experiment that speaks to the nature of light and its speed in the mysterious ‘aether’. One of the most repeated famous experiment that has evidenced the troublesome characteristic of yielding a result that is influenced by the observer.

A general phenomena where the party conducting the experiment changes the results by the fact of their simple observation of it.

In current understanding of business economics of the last thirty years this is equivalent a parallel notion of stakeholder and business ecology

The officially sanctioned interpretation of Semantics is the basis of civilization in that by fashioning a new subset of novel terminology one conjures a new body of thought. There is a progression and structured sense sense of overlap inherent in the use of terminology providing the possibility of growth through a consecutive ever expanding assembly of descriptive logos.

The social hegemony crafts consensus, both past and present, defining what valid observation is to be allowable for all the members of the social structure that it actively controls. Some of this it based upon mutually agreeable animal experience and some by artful abstractions purposely designed to confuse if challenged. The notion of this agenda behind the rule of the total social organism always employed to contravene and supersede the interests of its individual component parts.

Yet a singular individual life experience cannot be said to be fully shareable or intimately understood by one human being to another in terms of each other. There are experiential boundaries that limit one’s direct appreciation of observable experience. Try looking at the back of your body without a mirror. It is observably there to others but you will never know it through the same direct experience without the aid of an intervening tool or a reliance on the observations of another.

Some people possess additional capabilities that are not shared by others. This might include extraordinary physical, intellectual, aesthetic, or even para-normal ablities that exceed or are incomprehensible to those of the elite class that maintains control over society.

Does this mean that their sense of perception, as it does not possess a common experience or manifest a common terminology, is not to be considered as valid? Especially if it conflicts with the middling consensus afforded to the masses by the hegemony that directs the society?

Humans have a very notable independent animal nature. One that does not heed the same linear logic of group sanctioned consensus to effectively function in a manner totally removed and separate the from same. Survival in an uncivilized environment offering chaos being an example where intuition and personal experience count for more than socially acceptable intellect.

Terminology equating similar perceptions in the patois of different cultures is more often reductive not deductive. The most dominant world culture of the hour shifts meaning towards the focus of its own outlook in the process of translation. That does not equate to a one = one level of human understanding any more than individual human experience to that of a mob.

The validity of instinct or intuition does not need to be substantiated to one’s rationing intelligence to be sanctioned as viable. The classic ‘man upon the horse’ model of Aristotelian synthesis suggests a balance between the two most obvious aspects of human nature. Theoretically, rational knowledge providing a more reliable alternative by the prejudice of modern civilized opinions. But not always!

Freud as the active political proto-Zionist of his era offering an evaluation of the human species along the lines of ancient desert mentalities by analogizing human experience with its component of irrational animal experience as a maze of infernal caves rife with lurking unresolved forms of anti-social menace . Psychology, as the world class contemporary political tool wielded by this state sanctioned pseudo science isolate the individual from the acceptably sane group and institutionally makes him vulnerable to the absolute power of its governing hegemony as ‘unfit’.

The validity of experiencing phenomena outside the experience of the governing hegemony is by definition invalid to the acceptable beliefs of the social unit if it comes into conflict with its agenda. Traditional organized belief based religions in the present sense of a supervening modern belief of a strictly material based realm of human experience are not considered as more than quaint cultural myths that reflect the choice of lifestyle.

Those in upper levels of society being prone to the same mix of human phenomena without the same conventional restraints of the masses that they supervise prone to a sense of megalomaniac rationality that both powers their indifference to making mistakes of judgement and indemnifies them from the consequences. Their sense of remoteness and anonymity separating them from general public visibility a comfortable form of insulation.

A few millions lives here, a few million lives there, compared to the functioning of their larger long term agenda being inconsequential in their calculation’s. Their approximation of godhood and omniscience operating on a completely different basis of concern, One always more concerned with maintaining their position and its uninterrupted longevity and suggesting that it forms the basis for a universal continuum of human stability.

To see the sudden outgrowth of an unexpected uncontrollable epidemic strictly from a material sense of contact to contact contagion is to miss the point that all these dynamics of political based rule and prevailing ideology are not inherently inducted as part of a cloistered agenda. Those functionaries, by their very nature, located up and down in the ruling hegemony exercising influence based primarily upon promoting their own influence as a matter of survival.

The larger scenario is a function of the way conventional society interacts with unexpected chaos. The continued existence of the hegemony being more important than individual blocs of people’s lives at a certain point. The twisting of logic and suppression of factual data by that overbearing hegemony often contravening common sense logic.

The effectiveness and necessity of wearing a mask is currently a case in point. The official dismissiveness of using the same by common citizenry having more to do with a cynical strategy to cover up the obvious oversights of those in positions of social responsibility to not have foreseen the need for this resource in adequate quantities. Per the previous public literature produced by these same governmental entities, a mask WILL decrease your chances of both spreading and catching a vital based aerosol spread disease!

The fact that technologically developed nations routinely do break their vows in covertly encouraging policies and programs that lead to the creation of every kind of imaginable weapon of ultimate destruction possible is borne out in the annals of history. The English and Germans with mustard and chlorine gas in WWI. The Japanese with anthrax in WW2, and the Russia and the USA with all manner of subsequent variants of the same throughout the cold war.

A here-to-fore impossible genetic hybrid might very well be evident in the current mix! Especially if it has been telegraphed in entertainment genres by the state based propaganda vehicle of Hollywood.

Hobbled, But Liberal

People are not machines

Like them or not for what they are

Each has there own ways

Hopefully enduring but unique

That in itself is enough

Perfection is in the mouth of madness

We play our own inefficient prophet

Make me a tank! – the orders say

And the staff on hand rattles one off

We will live as long as there is a reason

And not a jot longer

Something we have ultimate control over

The rest is simply pain and pleasure

The big emotional black hole into which everything of worth is dragged never to be seen again. The world that one crafts as one’s own is a reflection of one’s particular emotions. To extend one’s arm out to another need not be more than a simple physical gesture that most likely will never be understood. This interchange that ensues being the but the expression of the gambit behind it. Feminism. That factor that has destroyed both men and women equally. The epidemic befalling the new world coming with that too obvious plague of parasitic Jewry’s aestheticism and its key subterfuge of the ‘Popery’ of its little bastard, Liberalism. The right hand never intended to conceive of what the left hand was up to.

What has a woman to say to a man these days? Some poor bastard half likely to have been scantily en-culturated without an equally powerful male role model that will carry on the disease of insecurity and useless competitiveness while being unable to lead or find healthy self-sufficiency. The larger narrative one of constant fearful dramas consecutively mounted to drive the herd this way and that. This daily material aberration, a prison cell in solitary. Nothing but more dirt to eat. Throw off your chains of false belief and be free of these monsters! You cannot die, only suffer. Those rare moments of a father’s love and a mother’s devotion interrupted but not forgotten. Who amidst us gets to complete that link in a stronger chain by being both recipient and final source?

The trivia of eternal angst as if we can pick and choose our own fates? Like windup toys set forth to spin about energetically until all force in the spring is played out waiting for someone to pick us up again and turn the key. Base metal is not a fitting form to spend eternity! We are wardens of our own prisons scared most days to tarry without. And perhaps not without reason as there can be no one as dangerous to another’s sense of being than another equally prison bound. Freedom comes at the cost of one’s own comforting illusions. It is amazing that things go on as long as they do before sanity like a lightning bolt rocks one’s world and they are thrown out of it onto the empty roadside.

The Jews

The Jews.

Why do I always feel guilty about talking about such things, yet compelled to continue doing so? Not like I really care at this point what anyone thinks. But say the word “Jew” out loud in public and then let it linger and see a stony silence spread out from its epicenter like a bomb had just dropped. And why as a topic of discussion does that particular mutually exclusive little group always seem to rise to the surface where there is controversy or trouble? An insoluble haiku of our modern times? Or something much, much more?

The package of arguments might come with a warning label for all those who take up this question on the order of, “OPEN UP DISCUSSIONS ON THIS TOPIC AT YOUR OWN RISK!” For all those who are of a couple generations beyond freshly indoctrinated by the Liberal chess pool of public education realize that something is not quite right about individuals and organizations that proclaim membership with this brand name identity.

None dare criticize, nor make general observations about them lest they risk being outed from the larger society. Why? Are we speaking about some celestial species of human being whose actions both singular and collective are perpetually beyond reproach? Whenever the plural phrasing of their ilk is put forth in public it seems to have a long tail of discontent expressed by other cultures with their kind? The type of discontent that has led to them being ejected as a group from over a hundred and a half different societies. Why is this topic a ‘no, no’, to voice?

“Oh, that’s right! Because of the Nazi’s!”

Because in the last century, the Germans elected Adolf Hitler to be their leader and he tried to exterminate them! And it follows that all people designated as of European descent cannot be trusted because they might one day do the same? These people are to be referred to as ‘White‘ from here on out and not be trusted by any other group because they are the source of everything bad!

Do I bother looking up what happened at that time on the Internet or at the library to read about what happened in that time? NOT IF IT CONFLICTS WITH THE LATEST OFFICIAL VERSION! Otherwise that might be construed as HATE SPEECH.

I feel like expressing my intellect in absurdities these days because innocent conventional discourse in public is about as dead as the proverbial dodo bird. All discourse has a political twinge to it. Consider any festive party of intellectuals as set in the GDR during in the early eighties. Dare to say what you wish but don’t expect to come home to the same set of circumstances the next mooring that you had left the previous afternoon.

The only aspect of public civic life still operative is building high rises. Building higher, bigger and more industrially minded. Places of containment, places of demarcation, places to just find one’s self lost within wearing VR goggles. How does one make sense of rapidly destabilizing times of constant change, change, change, where the masses are urged ever on to make a difference. All hail the great revolutionary experiment of Liberalism. Something that in the last century might have been quickly tossed off as more than a bit Bolshevik.

Oak Park Illinois is a strange place rife with longstanding anachronisms amidst an ever brooding atmosphere of constant cultural conflict. A place to be privileged within if by chance you hold a little ‘ethnic‘ blood, along with other amenities, in the realm of the of the well to do. BUT WATCH YOUR STEP OTHERWISE!

Two odd places theoretically tied at the hip in some strange way might be singled out, Oak Park and Skokie. Rich Jew and poor Jew? I lived for a significant period of time within both. The erudite Jew as sleeper cell agent biding their time quietly going about the landscape preparing it for the next coming revolution by their kind?

In Orson Welle’s movie, “The Stranger“, this same phenomena is at work, except of course the polar identities are projected oppositely for the audience by the producers of the film. The rote meaning of the term Nazi being like many other popularly identifiable politically useful terms, a vehicle devised by extremist Left Wing Communist German authors of the past. Something coined not for simple description but for defaming.

Our current American culture constantly produces scapegoats. Some person or some group that by virtue of a single act in the present or at a distant time in the past past that has revealed themselves to be at odds with the current dogma of the hour. The sort of reaction one might have expected from the prewar Stalinist regime when simply not clapping one’s hand in applause for a long enough period would have given you a one way ticket to the Gulag the very next moment.

Somewhere between Orwell and Kafka. The Jew had managed eons ago to wangle the franchise for the administration of humanity from the Gods. The one provision in the agreement being that they could only administer indirectly from an oblique direction. Of course, try as they might over many generations, the humans they subtended could not make sense of these efforts as they resembled a form of endless chaos as opposed to civil administration. Jews seem to float like corks through hurricanes of political adversity that sink all others?

In a recent impromptu conversation with a person that turned out to have been born in Israel but residing for a long time here, the following topics were offered by him:

The Dreyfus affair, Satanism, financial inequity as a positive motive for increasing taxation upon the ‘rich’, public education’s rightful hold on Middle Class taxpayers as perpetual hostages, public school teachers as being unrepentant egoists, unrepentant display of his Israeli citizenship, a placid ignorance of common underclass illiteracy in the USA, loudly voicing the danger to the system and its teachers as posed by urban students, to name a few.

Every divisive Popular Leftist Liberal opinion that guards public discussion like a wounded tiger mom.

Who would have ever thought the end of the world as we have known it would sound exactly like a balloon frantically rubbing between the thighs of an overly frenzied discontent teenager?

And So That’s It, Chapter And Verse

Three Successive Nights OF Dream States

“A number of a mixed group of us get on an elevator at my bidding. It climbs up many stories to the top of the building where it jams between two floors with the bunch of us now trapped within it. The door gets pulled open by us and now we find that it is actually outside of the building and you have to hop over the gap to the sill of what appears to be a small outdoor patio. Though I am initially reluctant a young woman jumps across ahead of me and stands on the raised ledge. I step across after her apprising the drop of many stories in the wide gab between the elevator and the ledge. Though not as wide as I originally though, it still remains sobering.”

I found myself living in Mexico. Mexico? I mean California, but it might as well be Mexico. The last part being that some people of that heritage where, whatever, I was visiting for a few days or so. And they had an area their on a concrete slab where you could urinate, or whatever. I didn’t see a . . . ? Didn’t see uh, any type of latrine or anything like that. But it sure smelled and sort of evidenced the stains of a place where people urinated. A woman saw me and came out and said, “Well. there’s a brush under the round wooden cover there!“, pointing to the middle of one slab. “But it stinks!“, she added. I saying, “OK. no problem.” And I knocked off the cover and grabbed the brush and brushed down the general area where, whatever. You were supposed to pee one place under a tree and so forth. Oh, God knows what action before that it action’d? Before that . . ? Right now, as usual, with the dreams, and my brain, I went scooting right out. So, whatever!

So, Here I am in dreamland , once again at the end of an episode. I found myself as one of a class. A large public room though not necessarily a classroom in a school with a number of people of varied ethnic backgrounds studying the ancient American organized societies that included the Mayan’s and the Aztecs. A lecture now being conducted that could be loosely defined as anthropology but with a focus on a sociological orientation. They were all getting high on the idea of ancient rituals. The guy sitting ahead of me beginning to hallucinate. It seems one of the demonstrations then in progress had someone else dressed in MezoAmerican garb holding a bottle filled with smoke. On closer inspection turning out to be a clear plexiglass tube filled with a finely milled powder that looks like simple common earth. One would blow into it then agitates it until it would become airborne filling the vessel with a foggy cloud. The person demonstrating then pulling a furious column from the end to the tube into his mouth and down into the depths of his lungs in one long continuous inhale. This seemed to be more than a little bit much to me! Another one doing the same thing was going gaga! And here am I with my little camera taking videos of this watching him cut his wrist then get even more intoxicated with the taste of his own blood. And though seemingly still sentient, he is hallucinating now too! The visions invading his present tense reality while he starts to invite me along to join him, as if I am as crazy as he is. Another guy next to me has now donned a headdress and uses his knife to saw across his own neck producing a trickle of blood along the incision which he immediately ingests. Then he gets up and invites me to reel about the room with him. The whole room full of people reeling about in total reckless abandon seeking out their own personal vision state. I being more concerned about concealing my small camera than succumbing to his invitation to join this mass hypnotic event. A solitary feeling of someone trying hard to remain rational amidst all the insanity of the others furiously embracing their own unpredictable irrationalities.

My life has been a tragedy. Something hat I haven’t been aware of until now. Something I still don’t believe in with any conviction. Oh, I am making a recording and I have been taking pictures as if I have been spying on myself, waiting for some fundamental declaration of consequence that would explain and satisfy the feelings of guilt and remorse that I supposedly subscribe to. Yet this confession never really comes to the surface or steps out to the fore to be acknowledged. And yet within, I know somewhere deep down, I feel the shame for all my misdeeds to others. Deeds committed as much out of omission and maybe more so in commission. And yet, just as fateful and damming as if I had taken a knife and willfully plunged it into someone’s heart. And much like the fates, I am faced without the dilemma of atonement. How to make peace for all the many shortcomings that I should have known better about in the first place rather than fall into the trap of? Well, if that explains anything? Perhaps it explains nothing? My silence continues. There is always to leave it behind. After all, that is the coward’s way out. So I have to continue watching myself, and listening to myself, and waiting, until, I finally, reveal, what, I’ve been. Unwilling to reveal all along! Betrayal of those that love me is such a convenient excuse.

Being unexpectedly downtown today, and after my business had been concluded, walking down Walbash from the direction of Randolph; I happened upon a woman, an old woman, of some years that were within reach of the years my mother would have been had she continued to live another five years. Certainly within a stone’s throw of a decade. This woman looking as if she had maintained her youth from the time that she had reached adulthood. Looking out to the street in anticipation in a manner of dress and hairstyle, a little frail now, with the approach of a total of ninety years. But still vital enough to be standing their unassisted. Wrinkled skin with gray hair but with the attitude and bearing of everything that had not changed since she was in her early twenties. Looking out with the same anticipation with a care to come and pick her up in a manner that she had, no doubt, so many times before exhibited in similar circumstances. Her demeanor reaching across the gulf of intervening years to this same place where she had long ago stood wholly unchanged. Perhaps with the same sort of prevailing hairstyle and kind of features that my mother possessed in her own youth? It was a vision, a time machine, to a time before I was alive and able to appreciate such and occurrence. It was as If I was viewing the equivalent of a monument that never shows wear. A stone in the Sahara desert that looks like it might have been their unmoved all along. Even though one realizes superficially, that the years have moved on. This kindred spirit of my mother recalling her in a most immediate sense in a way that I never thought I could experience again. Her alive again! How wonderful and how sad at the same time.

My two best friends had moved to the country to a house that stood upon several acres of land. The yard behind the main dwelling offering a mostly untilled space allowing for the celebration of the birthday of one by the other. The planning of same falling in part to myself to come up with something special for her. My inspiration being to construct a small tower in the decor of a Middle Eastern equivalent of same. The demands of budget and my lack of experience in such things affording a structure that could only accommodate fifteen or twenty individuals at a time. The kitchen was at the bottom at ground level from which one would walk up a set of stairs in the manner of a lighthouse to a cushion lined lounge up above. The accessories within of Turkish origin including ornamental scimitars hanging between each of the windows. The whole thing somewhat ramshackle requiring zip ties to secure these elements to the columns. In terms of completion, it seemed a mixed success. The last delivery of items lacking some key elements that might have led to a greater authenticity. I feeling as if I had not done as good a job as I should have, if nothing else out of a sense of misguided responsibility for taking this task on and not knowing what I was getting into.

“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, . . . heeee!” My dialogue! At some point in the last twenty years, or earlier, I said to myself in a random moment doubtful of continued existence, that if everything in the world as I had all along known it, was to fall apart I wanted to be there to see it happen. And now it is three decades later, and everything is starting to fall apart. The world I knew is gone! And that thing which has replaced it is this really vapid, empty, grabbing, ever searching, mind numbing, soul destroying equivalent of death in slow increments. Like effluent pus from rampant bacteria consuming your body dripping out, drop by drop, as the gangrene takes over. And one by one, your extremities drop off into a pestilent mass on the floor vigorously consumed by all manner of vermin. And you have to sit there and watch it, unblinking and unmoved. That is what this time is like! I am sick of jumping from fantasy to fantasy, from lily pad to lily pad. The lurking expectation of finding an epiphany at every turn each fucking day is gone. That lifelong directional path towards something meaningful is now emptied. Sprinkled over with crusts from stale pieces of bread ground to crumbs upon its floor. “Ha, ha ha, ha, ha!” This whole idea of a connection with other human beings . . . ? We, that lasts as long as the last fleeting whiff of the smell of your sweat from the underarm of an old misplaced dirty T-shirt from the back of your closet where it long ago fell. Once it is gone, you’re gone. Animal uniqueness, “Huh?” Everything is an act, from a script, from a play, from a film, from a book that you can now barely recall from long ago. You don’t have your existence as it is caught in an oatmeal batter form of yesteryear. You’re just an ingredient! And not even a major one at that. Why anyone else bothers? Why, maybe it just got out of hand? Maybe its a virus too! Maybe it seemed like a good idea at the time? But then, some unknown voice rang out and said, “Go ahead!” Smash that vial full of a biologically deadly culture and let’s all see what happens. Just for the Hell of it! As if someone takes up a loaded revolver and puts it to their temple and declares, “Uh, I’m going to kill myself today!” “Everybody will miss me!” And that the instant that they pull the trigger realizes, “God, what a bad idea this was!” “This was really fucking stupid.” But now it’s too late!

Love is an animal fiction. Love, love, . . . ! Love is an ounce of cum splattered on a bedroom wall in motel somewhere that remains anonymous because no one carries batteries for a black light to know it was ever there. Love is a memory that is inspired by a Hollywood made for TV movie that is only available on Netflix, but due to the arrival of the latest batch of docudramas, has just been permanently retired from their current inventory, making your selection obsolete. Love is having ten cents for a BJ when only a dollar will do it! Love, what the fuck, is love? Because those who know love don’t know shit about it. Because nobody knows about love. Because there is no such thing as love. It’s just a biological imperative that allows you to get your rocks off. At least once or twice before the shroud salesman sells you a suit. Then the parasites start in and eat all! Recognition and the possibility of perception, extinguished from out of your very soul. Love is gone, never to return! As if it was ever there to begin with? That’s love, and you better get used to it!

Fucking Terry came to live with Jon and I, and he was a tyrant! He had a pistol and he was going to enforce, HIS rules! And if you didn’t like it! He had a gun! So don’t mess with him, “Cuz he’ll shoot ya!” But at some point he seemed to disappear? And was found to be hiding under a desk between one’s feet. A middle drawer above his head now the location of all his guns. The ones that were hidden there that were quickly pulled out by the sitter leaving him defenseless. Now he was trapped like a rat!

Within the span of an hour, within a neighboring community, four different people from the long forgotten past also appeared, one after the other in the span of a single hour. The last one being an erasable personality by the name of Bill that despite the years in between looked younger than when he had last been encountered so many decades ago. He had a tie and jacket that seemed to suggest that he was now semi-prosperous in the bygone era of people from those older times. An appointment to meet a group of friends and close family then threatened with his possible intercession. His abusive nature being mercurial and thus reliably ever unwelcome. Yet after a brief conversation, falling under the spell of his personality, as one was ever wont to do, inviting him along as a matter of polite good graces. Basically knowing all along within that he was up to no good as he had always been. Ever self-indulgent and self-centered when it came to the rest of the world. The voice and the act the same. The destination at risk being a home style family restaurant, now over there and entering into a door beneath a canopy. Not the main entrance but the kitchen! The staff busily darting about preparing a food under the direction of another whose official title was that of “Groiler?” Massive amounts of raw ground beef hanging from wire racks just to the side of a long charcoal fired grill patiently waiting for use. This man constantly checking the cooking of meat by dipping a little into the masses of the same and tasting it with similar aplomb of a wine connoisseur. Making sure that each of the restaurant’s creations was cooked just right. Then, becoming apparent that the only permissible into the dining room would be on the opposite side of the building. A short drive to park in the lot opposite to enter and find a couple of my party waiting at the table praying that Bill would not show up.

His found himself unexpectedly back at the ranch house living with his mother in her still in the prime of her youth. There was a man there who claimed that he was visiting from Israel. A smart ass mother fucker that acted with an unbelievable level of unbounded arrogance, as if he were a petty duke or a tyrannical king. He walked around with this intolerably superior attitude making demands as if he owned the place. The son at some point in time finding himself alone in the kitchen in earshot of voices behind a nearby closed door. The ringing male voice from within, unaware or simply uncaring. His mother had given a competent sales job in terms of how wonderful her boy was as a dutiful son. The other voice slyly playing her along to what seemed increasingly to a devious end. The flattering act barely concealing that something very bad was in the offing concealed by that door. Something, the suggestion of which, made the son’s blood begin to boil. An act that if revealed to plain sight would have cause this boy to kill the man abusing his mother on the spot. Some of the family artifacts pertaining to the achievements of the son now taken in outside that door carelessly handled and strewn about. A closer inspection showing that some had purposely been defaced to demonstrate this interloper’s underlying derision for this hosts. The door now open and the cad walking about the room as if in expectation of being graciously served in some way acting completely oblivious to the distress that he had caused. His nonchalance causing the son to suddenly blow his stack to which the lanky offender crawled immediately under the dining room table. The boy with a glass of sand in his hand threatening to dump it straight into this impudent rascal’s grinning face. The enraged son reciting a litany of many accusations come of the dire speculations wrought be the previous muffled dialogues overheard from behind that door. “You’re not going to get away with it!“, the boy crying out with full menace in his heart. A strange sense of inhibition felt by the boy stopping him short of any actual violent aggression. The son unexpectedly then recalling that he had just previously been that morning in a corner restaurant owned by this man’s close relatives. Somewhere despite a paucity of funds he had decided to buy a breakfast. The owners, his relatives, then demonstrating the same virulent ugly attitudes to those around them, whether they be customer or employee. The boy coming to the conclusion that this clan was vey adept at projecting their unreasonable behavior upon others that they abused while acting like they were the actual victim of same. That long practiced skill of ceding what by the standards of a host society any form of culpable guilt for their foul actions elsewhere. The connection now made that the larger society of movies and Internet and all things governmental of this current day likewise seemed to operate with the same sense of amoral bent. Something that no one dare seem to call out the reality of but just ignored its presence as if it never actually occurred? Something fundamental prevented the boy from avenging his mother’s disgrace at the hands of this weasel? An inhibition that magically prevented him from getting his hands on the guy and throttling him to an inch of his life! A form of lifelong programming enacted of his side of the species that caused him to be overly tolerant of this small group? God knows where or what what nursery school had occasioned this behavior to be implanted?

The era of the modern Kafka when it comes to ethics and the destruction of justice for the everyman. No one is going to go down with the ship, baby! They are just going to take the gold from its hold as it sinks in the drink. That’s what the legal profession does. “Oh, we have to have legal fees!” Something to keep the paper flowing and their mouths moving! That same old call to arms to have the requisite amount of money for the defense to defend one’s common rights. They scoundrels being double agents because they all worship as the same golden Babylonian idol of their supposed rivals. Because it;s all about money! The system steals the wealth from below on mere pretext of a too elastic of a law. And with this pretext simultaneously builds a bulwark to keep them from getting it back. “Otherwise!“, they snivel, “It would be chaos!” “It would be anarchy!” so wouldn’t it be lovely to take some of those massive estates with all their purloined treasures and chop them up for foreword to warm the homeless locked out on a freezing street? Burn the lot of them to the ground and mine out the money back from the safes hidden beneath the ashes of their foundations! Because these fuckers are never going to quit! They remain fucking human parasites dedicated now, as in millennia past, to infecting all then reaping the rewards format those same sorts of ashes. One better be in it for the species, for the human species is on the endangered list. Whatever the species they come from possessing horns and a tail. Given the constant atmosphere of unending destruction in boom and bust it seems to make some sense explaining the greater chaos. A species that has no love for humanity that after long practice in the art of persuasion, herds the rest of us yo be penned up within our daily unremitting toil. Entrancing the majority to value the fantasy of all things material above their own kind, promising an eternity of value. An eternity to be spent in a self-posed prison of foolish fantasies that enslave them in perpetual debt. The matter of true justice being up to those who finally fucking get it and pull their heads out of the gopher holes in the berry patch. All those plastic coated chassis from the same factories monthly soaking up the bank accounts of those that can only afford to lease them because all the rest of the members of their family, all combined, can barely make enough money to afford their weekly groceries and keep a roof over their heads. And for those sporting new George V three piece uniforms in the executive suite a little farther up the food chain, a bucket full of cold Michelob, and a hot chick to fuck in the ass on their sofa at halftime. That socially empowered female looking through the Bergdorf Goodman online catalog imaging all the dresses that he’ll buy her for the privilege of treating her like another dumb cow. But I will tell you what! It ain’t gonna last long! The rest of you breathing CO2 from those lofty balconies will soon be down in the prison without he rest of us. Then you too will know what it is to spread ’em on your hands and knees upon that cum drenched sofa!

Those SJW savants that rabble rouse the local communities of the institutionally dispossessed promoting their unending virtue with promises to the tune of the latest donations speeding the good word saying, “Without God, you won’t get very far!” But which god? All claiming outrage at seeing the little guy getting banged around as a matter of standard procedure. That permanent stain upon the ethnic community a likely place to preach virtue. Interesting to see these people as regular people just trying to do their best in a fractured non-culture that has been build up around them like a self-confining wall of a prison. A place where their children are held short as hostages of perpetually less than because they won’t do what so many other ethnicity’s in similar circumstances have down over the course of centuries. Their world within a world within same, the perfect place to promise and inch and walk away with a mile. Their camel’s blocked from the promise of waiting paradise by that square peg in a round hole. The narcoleptic fit of the current unnumbered sequel of the American Dream who too willingly go out each day to suffer more abuse without the backup of their own kind caught in the mantra of mindless soulless constant wrongs. The process of production no longer having anything to do with realistic output but simply keeping them too busy to care. “Let the rest of the planet do the stinky work!” We’ll mourn our true hero’s at the local bar. Or, whatever!

We, All Of Us, Have Become The . . .

When one goes out into the world each day in the sense of encountering some form of external challenge by way of radio TV or the Internet or an echo of same in so may cases before they even offer the first toe outside the covers chances are under fire of a singular group directed consensus. This is termed propaganda. That is modern life. Repeat anything endlessly and one is liable to begin to believe it. That is what is expected in maintaining all the simple mindsets and prejudices of a specific tribe that one is told that they belong in. That is the fundamental driver of modern society in a singular hierarchy of illusions. When the world was fragmentary in the eighteenth to nineteenth century that might have been based upon allusions where different groups having full sovereignty over their own territory also had respect based upon the ability to enact a force response to outsiders. The current world focused hegemony now in charge demanding an illusory sense of apples and oranges based overall conformity respecting no other viewpoint or opinion of life outside the one that it demands of its inmates. I say inmates and not citizens because citizens have the right to speak and independently think and act on those thoughts. Inmates do not and are there to follow orders either in a direct sense or by well-honed sensitivities inbred in childhood to not engage anything ‘hot‘.

The greatest taboo in this current scheme comes in daring to consider who in specific forms is at the basis of this empire! The simple answer of the moment at least in the American-sphere of Western governed societies is ‘the Jews’. The ‘Jews’ defined not so much as a definable boundary around a cult and its overt actions holding long-standing historical cohesive belief systems that daily motivate them to pull back from all others. But individuals of a group that form a special key club that all others are never given access to or allowed to institutionally influence. Consider the greatest ally of Judaism, the Nazis! A consciously focused projection of every possible evil act imaginable, much of it from current day actions of the authors of that ever growing mythos. And interestingly enough fostering the dissolving of any other national, religious or ethnic identities while denying any ability to call into question their own. A very simple and visual analogy explaining basic structure might be of a traveling team of acrobats that are adept at burglary by creating human pyramids when called upon to gain access. The effect of their growing presence in society having been proven by historical accounts to be likened to that of an infecting virus where this group inevitably always seeks independent control of the host culture by replicating its viewpoints and disrupting those of the society that they have invaded. No doubt stating this by this point raising trigger warnings in many readers who are probably fearful of allowing that as a self-proclaimed group they are beyond reproach if for nothing else their own shake and bake popularized history as the victim. But if one is ready to restrain their knee jerk reactions of brainwashing from TV/Movie/Media cradle to grave Liberal programming and observe actual names and stated affiliations in terms of membership in organizations and then research what these organizations actually do then another picture every much less comfortable to current consensus is liable to arise.

Though the herd instinct and tribalism in all its many forms is an essential inescapable human trait. No group or modern hegemony has ever been this successful in constantly infiltrating and converting a population simultaneously from the top down and the bottom up. The key point of entry being to be the source of all things illicit as well as its opposite. Experts at herding the herd by carrot and stick as their influence builds over a society. Some have coined this trait aptly as the Jewish Revolutionary Spirit. Something that is blatantly exposed in the public by its adherents in Socialism (i.e., Communism, Political Correctness, Cultural Marxism, Kalegi-ism, etc., etc.). One merely has to look up the names and the evolution of those that were responsible for creating them and their manifold corollaries of national and community based organizations and the important most influential host institutions that they infect. The main titles being Finance, Government, Media, Education, etc., etc. The safe term in public being ‘Liberal’. One cannot fault success or those that have mastered the same except when it becomes clear that they might find themselves the host being rapidly diminished by the parasite. The term parasite being when one organism is being invaded by another that simply takes resources but does not give anything in return that benefits the survival of the host. The result being that the host dies and the parasite jumps to another healthy candidate to begin the process anew. This can be seen historically time and again in the historically documented examples of France, Germany, Italy, Britain and of course, the USA to briefly name a significant few where indigenous society collapsed or is in the process of doing so. So, as one might expect a quick and useful summary of the symptoms one might quickly break down the standard techniques of this cult as applied to other culture in general:

1. A call for sympathy and compassion by the host posing as a perpetual victim posing no threat while begging aid both emotional and material support for their group at large.

2. A devious and duplicitous introduction of the forbidden that is chaotic and corruptive to the host while simultaneously pleading innocence to a concerted effort to substitute fantasy for reality through artful popular narratives.

3. Fragmenting the host by selectively marginalizing segments of the host society as they gain power in its affairs and then setting one group against the other so that they become unable to congeal any competing consensus.

4. Enlisting surrogates from opposing sides to act as enablers, adjudicators and servants to promote their dogmas and initiatives against other hosts while training them to revile any other mindset.

5. Slash and burn the host society until its ceases to be as a result of the purposefully inspired chaos and collapses. Then move on the the next one in the spirit of the Phoenix bird.

One mechanism that is evident within all such afflicted societies being the various initiatory lodges and community organizations that gather up the leading indigenous influencer’s of the host communities at a local level and then neutralize them as a threat to ending the ensuing chaos. Even a single facilitator working hand and glove to selectively disrupt at the local PTA being useful to the larger goals. The disunity that results not ironically the exact opposite of what they promise. This phenomena being one of incessantly projecting their own misdeeds publicly on those that oppose them or ‘Projection‘. Their techniques and agendas freely available in print as with the Communist Manifesto, Priories of Zion, Rules for Radicals, etc.. The key tool of the implanted social mindset that places emphasis upon concepts of from “those according to their ability to those according to their needs“and “the ends justifying the means” and “Whites are inherently Racists“. The constant call for Internationalism being their most significant strategy to negate all other identities beyond their own in importance.

The final word being to consider the terminology of ‘Jew‘ or its socially polite version of ‘Liberal‘. If anyone had substituted the term ‘White‘ for ‘Jew’ then for too many the outrage engendered might very well become the polar opposite in opinion. Something akin the mentioning ‘the Japanese‘, or ‘the French‘ or ‘the Germans‘ and so forth. Statements about groups that encompass same being understood not to unilaterally define all with a swash of paint from a single brush but inclusive of a general overall mentality just the same. The major irony that does define the argument of parasite and host being when the host takes on the viewpoints of the parasite diminishing them. That normalization suggesting that we in the West have become complicit in our own destruction as a definable society. We in that sense have all become ‘the Jews‘.

A Message To Those Officially On The Liberal Hate List

Everything considered ‘White’ is to be destroyed and replaced. All signs of European civility and culture and the legacy of history that accounts for it. That is what the future offered by the Left leaning Zionist powered Jewish liberals have brought to the United States since the beginning of the last century and before. The fact that such criticism is considered a crime shows the extent of the corrupting influence that their organized culture has wrought upon what might have been a enlightened genteel gentile society. Think of what sort of people would be so hateful as to harbor centuries of hatred for an imagined wrong according themselves a status far above all fellow humans as masters and all others mere animals useful only to their whim. Destroying all who would resist their evil intentions and then vilifying them by projecting their own crimes and intentions for carrying out same on these nations and their leaders. Those who cannot or will not read the record of events associated with these terrorists and their barbaric exploits recounted by many peoples that have endured their treachery are simply asking to become its victim. The world is entering a dark age where technology is already being used to govern treating mankind as a whole like commodities affording them no basic rights to be sovereign in their own land. When the ‘Whites’ have been eliminated then the groups that have been used as useful idiots to subsume them will suffer the same fate. One by one each culture will be dissolved and those remaining be considered as beasts. The end game of those with such wicked intentions being at some point an inevitable overreach and summary self-destruction. Those that bide their existence by the wishful record of past infamies expanded out into gigantic all consuming myths will eventually be swallowed by their own sick creations. Evil will consume evil and the world with or without mankind will right itself without any help of its misguided guests.

The great chaos of nature that the colonists faced several centuries back enshrined in the dwindling remembrance of a annual celebration of harvest home of just being found alive with a slim chance of perhaps being so in the future not too different than what so many face now. The perversity of those self-empowered with the notion of perpetual exploitation of their fellows no matter how all pervasive is in some respects not too different than the European born Pilgrims. Or in the same respects as the modern refugees transposed from their original homes by the despicable brutal mischief of greed and empire. The enforcement of 24/7 doom and gloom propaganda will not hold those of well-meaning intentions back from forging on with their lives and providing a future for their kith and kind. The evil cancer of those that would pervert that will in time fail and fall. It is the nature of the species of mankind to fail and struggle just like all other species of life. The element of hope and positive struggle for something better beyond just meaningless existence niggardly accorded by those who set themselves above all others will prevail.

Happy Thanksgiving!