The Un-Merry-Full-Go-Round

The supremacist merry-go-round. ‘Whites‘ were once on it. Then they were lobbied to let negroes and women on it along with them. Now the ‘Negroes‘ and women want the ‘whites‘ to sit at the back of the bus and get off on their election. All the while the ‘Jews‘ driving the bus pretend to support all by support none. Other passengers from different identities getting on and off any only briefly engaging in the rowe. Only their own nebulous claim to be both above all things. And of course, superior to them. Supremacy is an ego-trip. Those who indulge in it seem to puff up like a balloon that go sailing slowly to the upper atmosphere. At a certain point the bubble expands as the air pressure insides exceeds that of the outside. But the structural integrity soon is overwhelmed by the internal pressure of that ego and bursts. The best that the balloon can hope for it it has lost its attachment to common sense is to get caught at a higher altitude for a while and begin to loose air. Then slowly as that ego deflates it comes down gradually in a sagging sense of humility. Of course that occurs only on calm days. When the atmosphere is stirred up There is less likelihood that the balloon with survive the journey upwards nearly as far.

This seems analogous to the ancient Greek tale of Icarus who build his wings of wax and feathers. The closer to the Sun that he rose the mores the wax softened until the whole contraption melted away. The result being an inevitable falling back to take a fatally hard landing on solid earth. Popular Western culture is too enamored with the ‘self‘. Too smug and secure in the fact that for better or worse, nothing is going to change in their neighborhood anything soon. But like anyone caught by whimsy to step farther into topics they have no right to claim judgment about they overstep their limits. And in a society as overstuffed with everything including opinion, they are easily popped. The whole culture riding on the edge of the cliff of unavoidable chaos due to unproductive attitudes that will solidify into hatreds and quite possibly to bloody violent conflict. But over what? Who did what to whom several hundred million years back when no one now living could have ever been alive. The irony being that what is considered as the most accurate history being the province of the group considered most in power and actively scheduled by other ones for demotion. One’s opponents having to learn the dogmas of it’s opposites to attack it. More absurdly yet these same attacking groups needing to attempt to believe in their own collective fantasies that are at the same time both arcane and far afield so that they cannot bear any scrutiny beyond serving as an excuse for animal blood lust. Whatever they hope to gain from those that they consider as too dominant simply being destroyed. And everyone being the lesser for the exercise. That old adage of, “Cutting off your nose to spite your face!”, coming into play. No one able to be right because the popular harangues of the moment has made every other for of exclamation wrong. The mindless philosophy of a stirred up mob trying to find some mischief to get into so justify its ill feelings. Any and all scapegoats may apply.

Of course, seismic events do not simply occur from nowhere without someone behind the scenes expending an awful large amount of effort to get them going. The principle of finding a harmonic upon which to apply a scalar situation of discontent that effects all sides equivalently badly so that depending upon the point of view everyone is both right and wrong. The fact of the matter being that they are not in control of themselves in either way beyond simply being swept away in the prevailing stormy winds. Throughout history there are always certain groups that wait in the wings who have been born in the back alleys that seem to prosper on continued chaos. They take great lengths to not be called out in public as the instigators of trouble that they really are. Part of their art being to not only remove common sense logic from any discussion, but to convince any that might stumble upon their chicanery as crazy or unfair in their accusations countering their insiders innate behaviors. These are the human virus’s and parasites in no way different to that a similar species that affect both animal and man. Who is to ultimately blame? What can one say that over the long term it does not really matter. For to go beyond pointing out the roles taken by all and going on from that moment to deflate the egos of all to a reasonable size depriving them of the intake of further drama, there is nothing more that can nor need be done.

No engine of man in terms of an abstract governing body or popularly recognized saint of current reigning authority can take the place of the almighty of the fact that all sides remain pint-sized and minuscule before the insoluble mystery of the universe. Those simple questions of existence that the ego-bound would so easily hope to ignore and leave behind as they pump themselves up to escape same. You may think and therefore thou art? But can any in the crowd of those doing same collectively prove that their attempts are really more than just another passing fad or folly. In that ways mankind is it’s own worse enemy. The final judge being the inevitability of an inescapable ending to their tale. The story of every endeavor coming to a finite conclusion. That is what recorded history at its best can offer that those living only in the moment of their own folly cannot.

Traitors To Your Own Kind

Hello all you traitors to your own kind! You will get what is coming to you. What you have strived and connived  for all along. No holiday will mark your victory. No statue will be erected to your fame. They will all be gone torn down in the beautiful impossible dystopia that you have built with ash and rock fragments of the one that you so righteously ripped apart. The work of millennia erased because it did not fit with the trend of the day proclaimed on your I-phones. I hope that you rot in the universe that you are hell bound to create in your self-righteous fervor. You are working hard to deserve it. A master hand from behind the scenes is evident. Whites betray themselves. Defile their own kith and kin. They would rather be slaves to a false ideals. Than fight for their own kind. Than defend their own cause for survival. Blinded, brainwashed, by an embedded enemy that pretends to be a friend. But that is obsessed in wearing the crown of thorns of another. Obsessed by the tale of one of their own that they murdered so very long ago. A band of common cutthroats. Pretenders to the thrown. A deceitful scheming ever restless insurgent bent only by a hatred of the human race. That squats over the moral high ground like a jealous hen. It summons its minions fanning the hot flames in what is worse in them. Turning them into a pack of wild dogs. You can hear the pack barking in midday. No longer simply a nuisance at night. Those subverted by the sham of governing sit idly by shivering in their hutches like lesser hens. Concerned only with protecting their own nests. Of squatting indifferently while they fail their oaths of office with complete indifference. The will not survive. But de-evolve. Blacks cannot change! They still are enslaved. And prefer to remain so because, “da pikin’s is always good!” Shiftless beggars deserving of zero respect. They can never pull themselves up out o the pig pen poverty the so richly enjoy. What fun to exert their mercurial mindless violence and get away with it. The sick twisted mentality of getting what’s coming. The will. But it will be their end. They will be gone after the whites are. Hordes of barbarians babble in their graveyard tongues. Uncaring of anything but what is deemed as wealth. Come from afar to sack and pulverize all that they do not understand. Cannot understand. Were never meant to by the strictures of the lands that they were raised in. That they left. They are merely hatchling’s wrought of former guilt of those that they have come to consume. To cannibalize. Amazing how frugal and effective this unseen hand works! Turning one against another. Blood must be shed to bring all to their senses. But then it will be too late. The world will move on and civil society will lay in shards. In its place a hostile workhouse that will slowly replace humanity by the clock. Commodities only from cradle to grave. Genetically modified to not even care. To be happy like a mindless idiot. To be ready to serve and serve and serve at the push of a button. Robots in name. And worth nothing. Amazing how well decadence works. A lesson passed down from the universe to the lions of old. The hyenas will eat you. The roaches will devour the rest. The seven plaques of Egypt revisited. The same old story brought to you by the same old culprits. Go ahead and laugh! It’s your funeral.

Unwanted Role Play

Ralph thought to himself as his eyes stared over the rim of his foam charged beer glass. “I am empty.” A cotton sports shirt sweat covered mannequin bulging bulging out below him balanced on top of the bar stool. “I feel empty and am in an empty place.“, he declared solemnly with much theatrical gravity. This is not what many others around him currently experienced in their Saturday night revelries. A solitary Ralph looked down the line of stools beside him at the bar. The row of gesticulating puppets swinging back and forth upon their seat in-between their string bound limbs hoisting glasses in a precarious remote controlled manner. “So I don’t expect many others to understand. Nor would they want to!” His own glass hoisted up in toast but then slammed back down onto the messy counter with a sharp report. Bushy brows settled hard pressed into the top of the bridge of his nose. A continence bespeaking emotional waste surrounding his corner of the world leaving little, if any, hope for possibility of a mutually shared immediate future. Humans as waste being a metaphor inferring a different dimension rather than a more literal form of same. An attitude appealing to an extremist. But, then again, not offering promise.

“I’m caught up in blessed ignorance of doing good.“, said some character named Larry. Ralph’s glass once more airborne. The crowd behind him rambled on in droning nonsense of the simultaneous collision forty or fifty voices. All totally nonsensically incoherent to the ear and devoid of offering any ability to be decoded in the rational sense from a collective mis-understandability. “And you are caught up in the folly of your own opinions!“, said the now disembodied voice of this Larry. Ralph swinging around to find its source bestride his back. The chorus of conversation rising up into full beehive buzz. “It is like you and all your kind have gone mad!“, the haranguing voice blurted as the waxy face behind it moved its lips out of sync. “Mad with your own crazy opinions so virulent and vexing that no one will be able to ever talk reasonably sane with you ever again!” Ralph thought for a while at what was quickly descending into poorly veiled attacks of pseudo factual psychological vitriol. “Tiny torpedoes of verbal venom!“, the little voice inside Ralph’s head spake at half-volume stating behind the numbness in his ringing ears.

It seemed to be a very unfunny joke. At a corner coffee house table way back before the most forward corner of the room’s partition commanding a stage sat a small group of locals. Ones that if anyone else happened to be a frequent customer of this establishment would be familiar with their longstanding status as regulars. Two males taking center spotlight. One quietly passive aggressive while the other evidently too loud and ostentatious by comparison. Both holding court this day before a diminished roster of pre-menopausal females. The loudest talker, an outwardly extreporous orator making snide self-depreciatory quips bearing superficial similarity to his own appearance with that select membership evident in other members of his group. Something now trended popularly and termed as ‘white’. The ongoing conduct of his bile-soaked jibes loosely overflowing inclusive topics of blacks, women and Jews. But with this speaker underplaying his own part as an ignorant specious white buffoon. Someone too easily singled out as the ultimate butt of every one of his own jokes. A mirroring of one or two choices of the polar opposite energy levels publicly afforded from the immediate vicinity of supplicants to embrace. The initial process to obtain membership within this clan requiring the prerequisite of being Liberal minded by default and well-schooled in the Post-Communist tradition of ‘reeducation’ by mental self-incarceration. An egregious sense of irony if seen from afar by those few other objective parties that sought to remain well out of range of the larger arguments. It’s very public demonstration serving as an overbearing social monitor following the  model for sanctimonious public behavior in the contemporary Western world these days. The fat man’s face was accoutered in a typical ‘agent provocateur‘ style beard and mustache housed by a dark complexion that might have qualified him as being from any number of perpetually discontent extra-European groups. Perhaps a mix of Italian and Ashkhanism?

That companion sitting next to him being a ‘graybeard‘ more typically rabbinical. The vibes that this character had been know for in terms of this locality over the recent past being aloof and quick to dismiss any and all others that might overwhelm the basic fact of his silent but domineering presence. Something not unfamiliar to those who had grown up around third generation communities of Jews long ago transmuted from the Pale of old Poland. Their halcyon characteristic being a chameleon-like ability to dart in and out of the easy cloak of White American Middle Class to that persistent misunderstood pogrom victimized identity of Orthodox Jewry. The transformation almost instantaneous sometimes as it suits purposes of the moment. A neutral calm masking that bristling sense of ever fractious impulse to seek out ultimate retribution upon the assumed identity. An eye for an eye! And then some! This well-implanted rational of alternatively fostering mischief through customary deceit and then enacting the perpetration eternal violent vengeance always justified in their minds for the destruction of these ever holy second temple. Something more akin to a real estate claim than any real issue of religious fact. The most immediate visual evidence apparent in that characteristic lean hungry meanness ingrained about the eyes categorized as an expression of perpetual discontent. One that simply suggests an ingrained very genetic form of lifelong cynicism. A classical Cassius from the ilk of a Shakespearian play. Or perhaps an Iago?

On and on, the fat man’s un-humorous gibberish paging through lexicons of role reversal’s of white scapegoats painted as straw men and polite European society as the source of the worst of all evils. A further irony arriving a little later in the guise of a winsome young maiden who sporting a thick volume Christian community bible settles down a safe distance away at a side table to study text that might be considered the anti-venom of the diatribe of the vociferous others. Her encampment quiet and undisclosed yet potentially in danger of summoning the Judas Maccabeus in the less than dynamic duo continuously exhibiting their unending tiresome ‘schtick‘ at the far end. A type of patterned response that glorifies massacre of any rival. That long sad road of history of the victor where one group inevitably displaces another after fierce mortal bloody struggles as a matter of human nature by default . One’s own underlying instinct to seek out the safety within one’s own kind, a natural reflex and very rationally reasonable impulse fostering a long term ability to survive. Something now cast a “Politically Incorrect” for access to the European majority population of the nation for Culturally Marxist doctrinaire reasons. The big fat ‘Italian‘ poseur continuing without missing a syllable ‘sans souffle‘ to his small audience of listeners undaunted droning a well-rehearsed morning monologue of supposed self-depreciation in the guise of his diametric opposite. This safe harbor of his didactic ‘pirate’s den‘ prepping more biting comments in order to sail out to raid the ears of the passing commerce of indifferent suburban travelers timidly plying the morning trade of coffee and sweet roll. This current segment on his bandstand rolling the indigestible stone of the Germanic in the tireless guise as NAZI. That faceless white haze of those customers sharing similar heritage keeping their heads down in the public climate self-shaming. The tyrannical Marxist golden rule of “Diversity IS strength!” screaming silently forth as it from stadium loudspeakers. Some sickly white within this ebb and flow eager to ‘rat’ one of their own out in a brief show of public repudiation cast at anyone near fitting the visual description of Politically Correct condemned, “White Patriarchal Culture“.

“Who then? . . .“, might some outward observer ask, “. . .  is able to have any respect for those who would shun their own race?”

EPILOGUE: I thought that I lived in a golden age as I grew to maturity yet I could not find lasting pleasure in what seemed superficially so. It eventually became clear that this long lasting impression was simply one of a false Utopia. The unwanted facts pulled over my eyes covering my ears laying claim to my consciousness with lies, lies and more lies daily distributed. Each revealing an ever clearer the knowledge that my time was the time of twilight. My own kingdom becoming hollow and defaulting to an illusion that seems to reign over all those other lesser known unacknowledged truths. Ones that claim to lay open a path to plain sighted’ness of an inequity that has for all time caused death and destruction of my kind since before I was born. I can no longer offer any provable facts to counter the supposed reams of evidential documents amassed by my detractors. Ones who have memorized their parts in reciting heresy as concrete fact repetitively and too well. Nor certainly play their game any longer! The time for fielding this empty rhetoric is over!

I am empty. Bled dry. I feel empty and find myself living amidst an empty place. This may not be what many others currently experience? So I don’t expect many others to understand even the smallest part of this angst. Nor would they want to. Yet the emotional waste of this world surrounding giving one little hope, if any, for a future. Human waste in terms of a way of taking on a different dimension of ultimate disgust. One that appeals to the extremes. But offers no lasting promise beyond the moment. Self annihilation. Do I sit here and wait?

Guidelines At The Gleacher

NOTE: The following impressions and provisos were gleaned from a seminar held at the University of Chicago writer’s event covering the topic of promoting your work to get your book published. Three panels composed entirely of women, with the exception of one extremely  ‘gyno-centric’ male, provided their own personal takes on the current publishing market. The viewpoints were exclusively focused on the liberal leaning market aesthetic behind the Chicago art scene. The percentage of males in attendance within the audience was on the level of ten to one. Much of the paraphrased  ‘advice’ seen below was taken directly from the experiences shared and advice given by panelists.

RULES OF THE GLEACHER: Anything that is considered MALE and especially WHITE is most cursed by a mass hysterical reservation at this university seminar! Why is it that the more ‘Elitist’ and ‘Liberal’ any person might be, the more unfriendly if not absolutely hostile they become? If you want to have your books distributed and sold in the conventional literary market domestically or in the West then you had better have Jewish relatives and be a female obsessed with third wave feminism! Rich ones from the North Shore are even better! The panel announces the fact at the beginning of their segment that they are “the gatekeepers!” A prerequisite of any viable genre or subject matter that this block considers viable in the market place despoils men to the benefit of women. This ramps the stakes if that character is part of a sanctified ethnic minority that engages in deviant sexual practices within the Lesbian agenda. The presence of mind to use proper most currently correct terminology assiduously adhering to the latest set of up to the moment conventions or face the penalty of expulsion! Try the strategy of masking your elitist friendly patriotism serving the cause of floundering PR by offering a stilted counter story of a safe powerless minority that you can provide emotional bandaids to. That same tried and true SJW pattern of exhibiting virtue signaling ceremonies that though they don’t last long enough to have any effect in reality always look good in print. on the page. The bleeding heart Liberal tradition to whip the perpetually guilt assuaged tax paying population into a defensive mode so that they don’t scream foul when even more of their ever mounting tax dollars are extorted for the replenishment of of munitions within the Jewish Utopia of the ‘holely land’ or built yet another Holocaust memorial on American turf. That will make sure that the publishing houses which are almost all directly under control of these kissing cousins will look kindly on your next project.

SUGGESTED THEMES FOR SUCCESS: Make a modern version of a post-war melodrama that references the Holocaust in some form to stay in with the ‘in crowd’ or NYT best seller reviewable potential ‘best sellers’. Stick to the appropriate dual dialogue where all your more significant characters are women disgruntled with me to the point of taking all their power and life-force from them by the end of the last chapter. Cloak your text in classic nineteenth century terms from female authors like Jane Austin or at least more modern equivalents as with Virginia Wolf. Make sure to parallel the action of your characters to some current black studies/women studies approved national social justice issue that are currently entrancing the nation as a whole in further fruitless insoluble divisions. Make sure to denigrate European history or achievement by scenarios where the strew source of achievement is found to be a female or a select ethnic minority. Anything Afro-American Black is always good! Play softball when dealing in the land of the Goyim. Give no mention to any unique and enthralling qualities of characters of that description but find them lacking in courage and integrity at every turn. Remember that the term “gravity” refers to the great farmlands stocked with sleepy eyed suburban sheep! Don’t go too far beyond the well-established programs of educationally enforced guilt tripping that their children are daily indoctrinated with. Any unexpected criticism is to be absorbed and digested but not addressed!

TOPICS NOT TO BE ADDRESSED: Self-publishing is not to be given any legitimacy, period. This does not include any agent connected, contest driven, boutique enterprise that must treat equitably with the ‘legitimate’ publishing distributors who can impose rules similar to those already mentioned. Gynocentric, LGBT, race centered epics to be considered the most marketable and traditional mystery and science fiction tolerated to a reasonable degree as long as the thematics remain hostile to the male. Much like the stockyards of the century before, university trained authors are to be guided along int he process through the rigid system of query letters and infinite patience to be eventually contacted with approved agents and editors, preferably female. Any other demographic of those who write that have not gone through the university system are to be discredited. All hiring within publishing houses is to be geared specifically to this demographic. The most catastrophic situation that needs to be avoided is a Tsunami of ‘net neutral’ outlets or chains of interlocking networks that compete for dollars with the conventional system of big box retailers and specialty book distributors. All acceptable media must reflect the tenets of moral relativity while casting doubt on what was once considered conventional mainstream history! Make all authors feel that they need ‘permission’ to write! That they can only be creative when they have reached the point when they sense that they are ‘safe’ from any criticism or censure as if in their mother’s arms. Stress that ‘SUCCESS’ is only possible by following these proscribed limits.

EPILOGUE: My own demographic was understandably considered hostile within this assembly and my mere presence was met with a mutually observed ‘cold shoulder’ as if I was in the midst of crashing a woman oriented event. This being due not simply to my gender but my age and of course racial demographic. Considering the seismic shift currently underway in politics, entertainment and journalism the focus of publishing and the intellectual pretext that is vigorously supported by elite universities seems a form of institutional Seppuku. The arrogance of Globalist corporations in fostering and nursing this hostile position by exiling criticism, emptying the libraries of volumes embodying conflicting viewpoints, and promoting nonsensical positively schizophrenic politically correct dogmas will be met with a definitive backlash. In the authors opinion, not bloody soon enough!

VIDEO – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLr_5dQqxTk  (Post seminar impressions)

What No One Will Dare To Say

So much for old fables! Let me share that dirty little secret with you. Sleeping beauty wasn’t dead after all. She was just faking it till she was sure that Prince Charming was on the hook. At that point all her cares and woes were behind her. She took the evil witch costume back to the shop the very next morning. From that point on the romance was over. Today’s iteration of women really don’t care about men when the final straw is counted. They just want to feel the security that her special he can provide her. The older they get the less the pretense involved. They always save the last best choice that has the biggest income for ‘the man’ of their dreams. Of course, Hollywood wants to keep the opposite narrative alive. It is better for business that way.

You don’t realize when you are young that you are both equal parts of your mother and your father. Now on the other end of the slope heading downward I realize how very true that is. Yet how does one pass this on when it is too late in terms of an ability to do so. The current era wants to push me into an early grave. They use all their resources to tell me my time is over. But I am not ready to go. In fact I am just getting started. There are two worlds within me. The world my father knew and used as a yardstick that I have not come near to fulfilling. And may never even get close. Yet that gives me a future even though the proposed of world of womanhood does not. It is a cold dead hive of useless vainglorious creatures that have abandoned their best feature in procreation. They think that their appearance is more important than your opinion of them. And yet they have the audacity to ask me to sacrifice to buy them a drink? True love is too long under the bus and I am no longer ready to should the unwarranted responsibility for having driven a stake into its heart. No longer ready to lay down my coat in the puddle’s midst to have to fit in with all the other muddy headed males who seem incapable of any sort of courage beyond that of memorizing the latest sports statistics. And then to be told to wash the dirt off my coat by myself. How sad to watch my own culture die because it was betrayed from within? And all for so many useless piles of paper that you are no longer supposed to carry around in large numbers within your wallet!

The world and the keys to navigating it are in your head. You can let others convince you that only they can turn on the ignition or you can tell them to buzz of and get their own car. Opportunity by way of induced starvation is simply genocide deferred till tomorrow. If you find yourself in that position it means that they really don’t want you on their team. And you are a fool if you want or accept them on your own. It’s not about hate or envy. It is simply about discovering that long absented real you. If you don’t look good to anyone when you are poor and old beyond what you can buy them then forget it! Pass on by! There is always a younger more gullible model down the road, it that is your thing I mean. But why would one want to sleep with snakes? Is the animal sensation that good? Really? Or are you just collecting scalps and STD’s for your lodge polls? Moral equivalency and Socialist Justices only want to hang you cause you’re smart enough to know that number one always counts as first and all else is a distant twenty-six. Mumble that next time you have an intimate interaction. Demand that the secretary new a decent cup of coffee rather than just go down to Starbuck’s! The Federal Government is too busy plotting a coup to care! This land is lost because it let itself be taken over by those who have always dreamed of reinstalling slavery. Those pretenders that cajole others to do their dirty work while wagging their forked tongues. It is time to take the world back! “Do you want to live forever?”

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.