Giving credence to suspicions that the mainstream press is merely a PR arm of the Deep State, many high-profile publications have taken great pains to assure us that, no, it hasn’t been Antifa and BLM torching and smashing and beating and killing since late May—it’s been “white supremacists” all along.
Their words would lead an unquestioning soul to believe that despite the ample evidence of Black Lives Matter and Antifa “protesters” setting fire to police precincts and federal buildings and fast-food joints and car dealerships and public housing-facilities under construction in cities such as Madison, Oakland, Los Angeles, Seattle, Salt Lake City, Rochester, Philadelphia, Atlanta, Portland, St. Louis, Chicago, Kansas City, Nashville, Denver, Washington, DC, Madison, Richmond and states such as Nebraska, Ohio, Louisiana, Florida, North Carolina, Texas, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, these were just white supremacists in blackface and communist apparel.
They even want us to know that when rioters and their enablers chant or tweet “burn it down,” they don’t actually mean it literally. Or at least not all the time.
Newsweek recently quoted a certain “Donna Zuckerberg” on this very topic:
‘Burn it all down’ isn’t always a genuine recommendation. Sometimes it’s just an expression of extreme frustration, recognition that something is so deeply flawed that gradual incremental change within existing infrastructure won’t cut it. It’s a provocation and a challenge to imagine how, if you had a blank slate, you’d go about solving big problems in creative, radical ways. It’s also a kind of self-care, an anti-gaslighting technique that allows space to acknowledge how bad and hurtful something is before we begin the long, hard, painful work of making it better.
Gaslighting? Zuckerberg, please! What are they extremely frustrated about? The fact that in very rare cases, violent black suspects with long criminal histories get shot when they’re dumb enough to resist arrest and assault police?
Sounds kind of juvenile and mental. For years, psychiatrists have linked arson with mental illness. And it’s also a common behavior among fledgling serial killers. The other day I honestly asked online if the next trend would be torturing animals in the name of social justice and was informed that it’s already happened.
A Louisville TV station recently quoted John Jay Johnson, leader of a black militia group called the Not Fucking Around Coalition, about what he meant back in July when he said this about Breonna Taylor—a woman who was accidentally shot by police after her dope-slinging boyfriend shot at police first—meant when he said this back in July:
If we … don’t get the truth … the whole truth … and the motherfucking truth, we are going to burn this motherfucker down.
The truth? When did these flagrantly inarticulate imbeciles give a fig about the truth? Johnson’s response:
That’s a million-dollar question. Nobody with good sense would think you would come in like the old days with torches and burn the town down. That doesn’t serve the purpose. ‘Burn it down’ means to take down the systems that are in place that have held us up. In other words, we need those answers and we need those answers now. No one has issued a threat to burn down the town. We don’t break the law.
Well, it seems as if at least a few hundred of your allies didn’t get the memo, sir. And your jibber-jabber about “racism” rings hollow when one of your own members showed up in Stone Mountain, GA challenging “crackers” to a gun battle.
It’s interesting that Johnson said “the systems” have “held us up” rather than “kept us down.” Maybe he meant “impeded us,” but whether he actually meant that the American judicial system is either holding blacks down or impeding them from realizing their full potential, he is welcome to address my perennial challenge to name a black-majority place on this godforsaken planet where his brethren fare better than they do in America.
The endless calls for arson, real and imagined, literal and figurative, continued apace last week. When it was announced that a grand jury had reviewed all available evidence and concluded that the only law police broke during the Breonna Taylor incident involved shooting recklessly into adjoining apartments, rioters shot up two cops and Twitter allowed #BurnLouisville to become a top trending topic because apparently that’s not a terroristic threat.
When Ruth Bader Ginsburg died far too late last week and it was suggested that Donald Trump might nominate a replacement as is his right, foreign-born writer Reza Aslan tweeted thusly:
If they even TRY to replace RBG we burn the entire fucking thing down.
He later clarified that he was not speaking figuratively and that if Mitch McConnell proposed a vote for a nominee, Aslan was calling for a violent insurrection—which, last time I checked, is a federal crime:
Over our dead bodies, literally.
Has this insufferably self-righteous twat ever been in a fight? I mean, a literal one instead of some online slapfest?
By the way, have you noticed that not one of the tools who chant “burn it down” has proposed what they plan to do after the only thing left is ashes?
A generation that has never done anything besides watch Star Wars movies and swipe right on Tinder somehow seems convinced they can rebuild a better civilization from scratch.
Why should we trust people who can’t even spell the word “breathe” to rebuild a more functional society than the current one?
How do you expect them to build a functional civilization if their entire protest movement is based on the provable lies that police are wantonly slaying blacks in the streets and that blacks are in any way systematically defamed and oppressed rather than worshiped and enabled? If they can’t even get THAT straight, they can’t get anything straight.
Let’s say that hypothetically, America falls apart and a Civil War ensues. In the case that the USA no longer exists and the side that is more sympathetic to my beliefs winds up victorious, I offer an alternate proposal: Anyone who is dumb enough to think they’ll improve society by burning every institution and edifice to the ground should be neutered in every way possible: financially, socially, and yes, even sexually. Burn every last opportunity in life for them down to ashes. Cut their legs off at the knees and send them out to sea on ice floes as they slowly bleed to death.
Better yet, burn them at the stake. It’d be more poetic.
The world would be a far better place without any of these destructive waste cases. These people are the reason we can’t have nice things, the losers who want to topple everything because they’ve personally achieved nothing.
In my eyes, any medium-sized house with a solid foundation and no black mold is worth more than any of their lives.
]]>Case in point: The American mainstream media, without a hint of skepticism or even a gentle guffaw, glowingly covered the news last week that two overweight black women in Georgia are spearheading an effort that led 19 black families to purchase 97 acres of undeveloped land southeast of Macon to establish a new, all-black city where black people can be free from the whites they claim are constantly terrorizing them and killing them, even though anyone remotely familiar with both interracial and intra-racial violent-crime stats would immediately realize her entire premise is a howling lie.
The first warning sign should have been that the two women, Ashley Scott and Renee Walters, were initially duped by a satirical ad placed by the dying town of Toomsboro, GA, that their entire city was for sale for $1.7 million, which, truth be told, is cheaper than midsized condos in most major American cities.
But undaunted and unashamed that they took a fake ad seriously, the two dusky chubsters soldiered on and found a plot of 96.71 acres near Toomsboro and decided that sandy little undeveloped patch of land would be the perfect spot from which to escape white racial terrorism and build Wakanda. And yes, they actually used a fictional comic-book land where blacks are capable of technological innovation as their template.
According to Scott:
We figured we could try to fix a broken system or we could start fresh. This is how we build our new Black Wall Streets. We can do this. We can have Wakanda. We just have to build it for ourselves….I’m hoping that it will be a thriving safe haven for people of color, for black families in particular. It’s impossible to have anything exclusively black because our families are integrated. We are an integrated, tolerant and diverse community even as Black people, so we don’t intend for it to be exclusively Black, but we do intend for it to be pro Black in every way. So much land was stolen from black people. So much land was stolen from indigenous peoples. So, to be able to come back and reclaim this land from whoever may have had it, because we don’t know the story and that’s the reality. We don’t know so many of our stories, but we can make a new story and that’s what we hope to do here.
Er, name one patch of American land that was “stolen” from black people.
Scott also told CNN that the shooting of Ahmaud Arbery in southern Georgia, which upset her to the degree that she sought to establish an all-black city, happened while Arbery was jogging—a provable lie that CNN did not bother to question. And if she’s really concerned about black safety, I didn’t see Scott mention that Arbery had a prior conviction for bringing a gun to a basketball game. And I’d wager that she would never mention that George Floyd had a conviction for holding a pregnant black woman at gunpoint.
Possibly aware that the fledgling town she wants to name “Freedom, GA” would be an illegal enterprise if it excluded whites, Scott said that the town would be open to “pro-Black” whites:
We just want to have a space, a place where black people and pro-black people can live and breath [sic] without the injustices we are facing in our current cities and societies.
Real-estate investor and Scott’s partner Renee Walters also pretends that the biggest threat to her black sons is something besides someone else’s black sons:
We both have black husbands. We both have black sons. And I was starting to get overwhelmed and have a sense of anxiety when my husband will leave the house to go to work. So, it was like, OK, what can we do? And once I saw the post of Toomsboro going viral, about a town being on sale, I was like, “Oh, this is perfect”….We thought it would be a five to ten-year process, but with the outpouring of support that we’ve gotten we can make this happen much faster. As soon as we can acquire the land, the people, the bodies we are going to be pushing this.
Many of the absurdly reverent news stories mentioned that this is not the first time an all-black American city has been attempted. Scott chimed in with her thoughts on this: “There’s so many former Black cities. We hope that we can be one of those as well.”
Jeepers creepers, maybe it would help to see what happened with those cities, eh?
Mound Bayou, MS, was established on 840 acres of Mississippi swampland in the 1880s as an all-black enclave. It remains 98.6% black. Nearly fifty percent of its residents live below the poverty line, and the per-capita income is $8,227.
In 1899, Hobson, City, AL was established as a blacks-only town. It is currently 92.71% black, and the per-capita income is a piddling $8,992.
Eatonville, FL was established in 1887 as an all-black city. It remains nearly 90% black and only 7.5% white. Per-capita income for the town is $11,257—how much of that slight bump in income compared to other historically all-black towns is due to the influx of white residents is anyone’s guess.
Black nationalists and their countless enablers like to tell the story of the “Black Wall Street” in the Greenwood section of Tulsa, OK and how feral mobs of racist whites burned it to the ground. But if you search historical accounts of what set off this huge race riot, every page I found online says it started when “shots were fired,” but they ALL neglect to mention it was a black male who started firing and that 10 whites were killed in the gunfire.
And why was it called the “Black Wall Street?” Did it boast an international financial exchange? No, it merely hosted about 100 or so modest black-owned businesses that were all destroyed in about 14 hours of rioting.
There has been nonstop rioting in America for three months, and yet the original Wall Street in New York still stands. Is it possible that comparing Tulsa’s modest black business district to New York’s Wall Street was a bit of compensatory hyperbole?
I found it impossible to unearth average life expectancy in any of these Historical Wakandas, but this stat screamed out loudly above all the others—the average per-capita black American income is $23,303—more than TWICE the per-capita income in all these black-run spaces that are designed to be safe from imaginary white looters.
The average black life expectancy in America is 75 years. How does that compare to black-run nations across the planet?
In Haiti—which was established after a slave revolt committed white genocide on the island—the average life expectancy is 64 years, and the per-capita income is only $719 yearly.
In Liberia—which was established when some white American do-gooders assumed that ex-slaves would perform better if repatriated in Africa than if left to suffer around white people in America—nominal per-capita GDP is an abysmal $297 yearly, the third-lowest in the world. Life expectancy at birth is around 57 years.
So in every historical case where blacks attempted to shed the White Yoke and prosper by themselves, they wound up dying younger and under far inferior economic conditions than if they’d simply decided to live around white people and deal with all that oppression and racism.
Sorry, but 97 acres and a few hundred Mulignans are not going to accomplish anything, at least not if the historical record has any predictive value.
But sure, keep convincing yourself that your comic-book Wakanda is right around the corner. I’ll be laughing all the way to the foreclosure.
]]>The year that the dried, cracked, and frayed rubber band that seemed to be holding everything together finally snapped from all the strain.
This is the year that boiled everyone’s brains.
Something has been taken from all of us this year, and it doesn’t look like we’re getting it back anytime soon.
This is why I laughed bitterly when someone from Canada—Canada!—recently implored me to vote for Trump this November as if it would significantly improve my life or theirs.
I voted for Trump four years ago.
Censorship and deplatforming are far, far, FAR worse than they were four years ago, and he hasn’t done a single thing about it.
There’s no wall.
He has deported fewer illegals than Obama did.
The debt has climbed even more quickly than it did under Obama.
He has surrendered America’s streets to the enemy.
He seems much more emotionally invested in snagging 5% of the black vote than he does in even daring to address white people as a group, even once. He caught tons of flak for his “fine people on both sides” comment regarding Charlottesville, but his Justice Department seems committed to prosecuting only one side—the one with the white males. The RNC commemorated the black loser who got shot by cops in Kenosha but didn’t make a peep on behalf of a single white victim of the endless nonwhite violence during Trump’s term.
Despite everything that Trump appeared to represent and in spite of all the hysterical warnings from his detractors, in 2020 it’s far worse to be a white male in America than it was in 2016.
And American culture is four years more retarded than it was four years ago. Actually, it’s a century more retarded than it was only four years ago.
So please tell me again what voting for him is supposed to accomplish.
Will people stop rioting?
Will people stop being dumb?
Will things get better?
Will everyone suddenly put their rapidly metastasizing differences aside?
I realize they’ve made it impossible for Trump to get anything done, but what does that say about the limits of presidential power? Either Trump is a bad president, or the president doesn’t do much beyond give speeches and hand out medals. When it comes to everything that matters and everything he promised, his hands appear to be tied.
If the last four years have taught us anything, it’s that the president’s role is largely symbolic. In a rapidly secularizing society, voting rather than religion is the opiate of the masses. It gives them the illusion that their squeaky little voices matter.
No matter whom you vote for, the government gets elected, and the government always seems to get worse every time you vote for it.
You’re asking me which side I’m choosing to forcibly take nearly half of my wages and waste it all in spite of what I actually want or need?
This will be the weirdest election of all, and there will be chaos afterward, of that I have no doubt.
I suspect a Biden presidency would be funnier, but that’s about the only difference I can discern at the moment. The two-party system virtually ensures that things only get worse, including the level of public outrage.
I’m sure you’ve noticed all the outrage. How can you miss it?
Through a meticulously manicured system of selective information distribution and carefully managed news cycles, people who don’t know a fucking thing about politics scream at other people who don’t know a fucking thing about politics all day and all night…as if it will change anything beyond cementing their shared misery. They are slaves to a news cycle, hamsters on a wheel they were placed on while half-asleep. Due to automation and outsourcing and the demonstrable fact that government exists only to perpetuate government, their lives have been rendered empty and meaningless, so they fill the deep holes inside themselves with endless outrage. These people are so clueless that they don’t even realize their outrage has been cooked up for them like a cheap TV dinner.
It is like rubber-necking at the proverbial car crash, but after a while you realize that to keep staring at a car crash—instead of looking at the road ahead of you and continuing to drive—means there’s something wrong with you.
You live a certain amount of years and combine it with a certain amount of intelligence, and you realize that getting upset about politics is a costly investment with little or no rewards.
Imagine writing for 30 years and realizing the world is far dumber than when you started. Not that I’m to blame, but obviously I’m not helping, either.
Was it Nelson Mandela who said that hating someone is like drinking poison and expecting them to die from it? Well, I feel that getting upset about politics works the same way. Politics remain politics, while you wind up with an ulcer.
I see people working themselves into conniptions online about politics, and I feel a contemptuous pity for them. I was once among their flock, but yea, I have healed myself. How much emotion is worth wasting on something that rarely, if ever, gives me satisfaction? I don’t see the point of getting upset anymore. Not much bang for the buck there.
Of course the situation is disgusting. But I don’t see the value in getting disgusted anymore.
Getting upset about it only hurts you and not them. This simple concept flew over my head for an unforgivable number of decades, and it still seems to evade most of the people who open their mouths online.
I simply think, “Oh, yeah, they’re lying. That’s because they’re liars. That’s what they do.” It’s much easier when you realize it’s their problem and not yours.
I’ve spent about enough outrage for one lifetime, thanks. There will be things that annoy me—that’s inevitable when you’re me—but for the most part, unless I can turn it into a good joke, I’ll merely look away. Who needs all that annoyance? Let the Perennially Upset circle-jerk one another into oblivion.
The word “apathy” was often tossed about as a pejorative in the wake of Watergate and Nixon’s resignation. People who’d naively grown up thinking the government acted on their behalf had been disabused of all their childish fantasies. Funny, though—I remember the mid to late 1970s as the most unabashedly fun time in American history. There’s something to be said for not allowing the bastards to ruin your mood.
Then, at some point, people made the stupid decision to start caring again.
I realize that people like to have hope, but at this point being hopeful seems sad and naive to me. What’s the advantage of being correct in a world that can’t admit the truth? What’s the point of being upset with idiots when the idiots can’t even bother to be upset with themselves? Inside my rib cage I’m starting to feel a rolling tsunami of apathy powerful enough to crush the Hoover Dam. Hoo-boy, I could use a whole season of apathy right now. Maybe a year. Or make that ten.
It’s astounding how much better life gets the moment you stop caring about certain things. It’s surprising—although it shouldn’t be—how much better your head feels when you stop banging it against a wall.
Don’t look at it as not caring; look at it as being carefree.
I know it sounds like hopeless despondency, but life gets better the moment you stop caring about this crap. Try it—I dare you.
]]>She dedicates her 2018 book Fugitive Modernities: Politics and Identity Outside the State in Kisama, Angola, and the Americas, c. 1594-Present to her oppressed negroidal ancestors:
My grandparents, who gave me the best parts of themselves, music and movement and storytelling, the inclination to ask and the soul to listen. My ancestors, unknown, unnamed, who bled life into a future they had no reason to believe could or should exist. My brother, the fastest, the smartest, the most charming of us all. Those whose names I cannot say for their own safety, whether in my barrio, in Angola, or in Brazil.
She writes academic-sounding essays with unwieldy titles such as “Social Dismemberment, Social (Re)membering: Obeah Idioms, Kromanti Identities, and the Trans-Atlantic Politics of Memory, c. 1675-Present” and “The Strange Life of Lusotropicalism in Luanda: On Race, Class, Nationality, Gender, and Sexuality in the Black Atlantic.” She is a frequent contributor to the black-identity magazine Essence, which in late August published a piece of hers titled “On Puerto Rico, Blackness, And Being When Nations Aren’t Enough.”
A student of Krug’s at George Washington University says the professor would show up for class all blacked-out in high heels, hoop earrings, and leopard-print clothing. She noted Krug’s tendency to often lapse into Spanish—for example, she always referred to plantains as plátanos. While Krug read historical texts, the student says she would always use the “N-word,” which as we all know is a dishonest way of saying “nigger.”
But in Rachel Krug’s world, it was OK to say “nigger” because her people—the ones who lived in her barrio, with a rolling “r”—had reclaimed the word.
Krug’s hoop earrings sway back and forth with each impassioned jerk of her head on a video filmed in the spring where she decries racism and gentrification and white people in general:
I’m here in El Barrio, East Harlem – you probably have heard about it because you sold my fucking neighborhood to developers and gentrifiers….You posin’ like you opposin’ them for your soundbites, for your social media, for your reelection campaigns….Get the fuck outta here, you’ve been supporting the cops in the pandemic….I also want to call out all these white New Yorkers who waited for hours with us to be able to speak and then did not yield their time to black and brown indigenous New Yorkers. I thought cops was [sic] here to protect us but I guess they’re not.
Suddenly, last week—rumors suggest she was being pressured to either out herself or face the rigors of a thorough public woke-mob outing—she took off the Coon Mask and confessed that she was just a self-hating Jewish girl from Kansas City. In an aggressively self-flagellating blog post titled “The Truth, and the Anti-Black Violence of My Lies,” Krug confessed that since she somehow inflicted “violence” on people by being a female wigger—wegress?—and also since “I don’t believe that any anti-Black life has inherent value,” she no longer exists in any meaningful way:
For the better part of my adult life, every move I’ve made, every relationship I’ve formed, has been rooted in the napalm toxic soil of lies….To an escalating degree over my adult life, I have eschewed my lived experience as a white Jewish child in suburban Kansas City under various assumed identities within a Blackness that I had no right to claim: first North African Blackness, then US rooted Blackness, then Caribbean rooted Bronx Blackness. I have not only claimed these identities as my own when I had absolutely no right to do so — when doing so is the very epitome of violence, of thievery and appropriation, of the myriad ways in which non-Black people continue to use and abuse Black identities and cultures — but I have formed intimate relationships with loving, compassionate people who have trusted and cared for me when I have deserved neither trust nor caring….I claimed belonging with living people and ancestors to whom and for whom my being is always a threat at best and a death sentence at worst. I am not a culture vulture. I am a culture leech….You should absolutely cancel me, and I absolutely cancel myself. What does that mean? I don’t know.
All this time, she had only pretended to be a Schwarze.
Black author Robert Jones Jr. tweeted about his sense of betrayal after hearing about Krug’s self-denegrification:
I shared about five of Jess’s articles here over the past three years and allowed her to take the mic on occasion when she told me my analysis wasn’t thorough enough and I needed to let her speak ‘as a Black woman’
Black author Hari Ziyad—in case you haven’t noticed, the only thing black authors EVER write about is being black—also noted Krug’s desperate flailing to prove herself authentically black
I always knew there was something off. It was in her persistent negativity and jealousy, her always needing to prove her authenticity at the expense of everything else.
A former student of Krug’s recalled the time the faux negress bitched about how a white author won an award instead of her because even Black Studies is a cesspit of white supremacy:
In my ‘Afro Latinx History’ class, Jessica Krug discussed dynamics of white scholars engaging in black studies. She really had the audacity to pull up an image of the white woman who won an award over her, illustrating how black scholars are often overlooked in the academy. LOL
Anna Anderson, a white neighbor of Krug’s in Harlem, recalls her as an unpleasant woman who was filmed on surveillance cameras stealing her food deliveries, threatening her poodle, and repeatedly hurling anti-white slurs at her:
I used to go out running. She would pass me when I’m running and say, ‘Gentrifying.’ She called me, ‘White trash, go back to Ohio,’ which is funny, because I’m an immigrant, [but] I’m a white immigrant from Sweden.
So what do we have going on here?
During a lifetime of fleeing her true racial identity, Jessica Krug acted as a self-hating Jew.
Therefore, she is an anti-Semite.
Therefore, she is a Nazi.
So by her own stupid rules, it would be an act of justice for her to cancel herself. I’m not saying she should kill herself, mind you—I’m only saying her rules are stupid. She was likely a damaged person from the get-go, but those rules broke whatever remnants of her didn’t need fixin’.
]]>Despite the fact that black-on-white violence far outstrips the inverse, and despite the fact that American culture has performed nonstop analingus on blacks and nonstop defamation of whites for a couple generations now, and despite the fact that it’s ludicrous to assert that modern blacks are being economically exploited in any possible way since blacks in the aggregate take far more from the “government” (i.e., white taxpayers) in assistance than they contribute in taxes, the establishment left and right both seem to agree that anti-black “racism” is a real problem.
Multiple speakers at the COVID Skype show that was the Republican National Convention last week bent over and grabbed their ankles wishing warm feelings for Jacob Blake, the black male from Kenosha with a felony warrant for rape who was filmed on camera fighting with white cops before they wound up shooting him after screaming at him to put down his knife. But there wasn’t a word of sympathy for Kyle Rittenhouse, the white Trump supporter who shot three non-blacks in Kenosha last week as they were attacking him with fists, a skateboard, and a handgun.
Republicans get called Nazis no matter how far they bend over, and still they try to appease the same malicious actors who call them Nazis. You know what they say about those who don’t learn from history.
If the establishment left and right disagree on anything, it’s whether or not anti-white rhetoric and anti-white violence are problems. But both groups openly pander to blacks as a racial group, while neither dares to openly appeal to whites. The Republicans simply never say anything about whites, while the Democrats openly demean whites.
Despite what the narrative-sculptors would have you believe, I’ve never had a problem being nice to black people. And in most cases, black people don’t have a problem being nice to me. Having gotten that out of the way, what I’m about to say will be scorned by people on both ends of this imaginary political spectrum for different reasons, and I suppose it won’t help to explain that I’m saying this not to win good-guy points with anyone—because, you blinkered idiot, your misguided moral approval means nothing to me—but because it’s been my genuine experience: On an individual basis, I really, really like black people. Ever since I first started encountering them at around age eight, they’ve been some of the funniest and most charming people I’ve ever known.
There have, of course, been exceptions—I’ve been robbed and punched by black people, although I’ve never robbed or punched one myself. And I know multiple white people who’ve suffered violence, rape, and murder at the hands of blacks, whereas I’ve never personally known a white person who’s done the inverse.
But that’s not what the narrative-sculptors would have you believe, is it?
Despite all of the evidence, they keep peddling this antiquated notion that America is such a cesspit of anti-black hatred and violence that blacks are scared of even walking outside these days. Even basketball superstar LeBron James and his net worth of nearly a half-billion dollars recently asserted as much.
Coulda fooled me! Blacks don’t seem to have the slightest problem appearing in public and bullying and hitting and demeaning every white person within spitting distance.
No, it’s whites who are afraid. Deathly afraid.
Back when whites actually had a positive collective identity, they weren’t nearly as afraid. In fact, it was the blacks who were afraid. And that was a bad thing—if you were black. If you were white, one of the perks that you didn’t have to live in constant fear of being physically attacked for saying the wrong thing.
But as modern whites, we’re lectured that it’s a good thing to live in constant fear. We’re told it’s what we deserve for all that we’ve done to blacks.
Sorry, but what have I ever done to blacks except being nice to them?
So I have to ask ye white Americans: How has being nice to black people been workin’ out for ya?
Have you noticed that the nicer we are to blacks, the angrier they act toward us? Have you noticed that this phenomenon acts with almost mathematical precision? Have you pondered that perhaps they don’t interpret our kindness as kindness, but rather as weakness?
I read a long time ago that Southerners hate the idea of blacks as a group but are nice to them individually, whereas Northerners love the idea of blacks as an abstract concept but treat them rottenly on an individual basis. While that’s a gross overgeneralization and impossible to quantify, it’s appearing more and more that in this equation, I would qualify as a honorary Southerner.
Back when you could get your ass kicked by white people for saying nice things about black people, I was that guy.
Now, when you can get your life destroyed for saying nice things about white people, I’m still that guy.
I haven’t changed at all. All that “progress” really means is that society has shifted its poles and redefined the good guys and the bad guys.
Except for the times when I was punched and robbed by individual blacks, my experiences with them have been overwhelmingly positive. So, yes, it can be said that I have very high regard for most of them as individuals.
But holy shit, they are a complete mess as a group. Where on Earth does a large presence of blacks actually improve the per-capita income and life expectancy? Where is there a majority-black country on Earth where blacks enjoy a higher standard of living and live longer than they do in this allegedly white-supremacist hellhole called the USA? I’ve been asking that last question for a quarter-century and have never received an answer. I’ve been called plenty of names for asking the question, but after about the hundredth time, that only seems like a dishonest way of avoiding the question altogether.
It’s stupid to be nice to someone who has no intention of being nice to you.
Even though White Fragility is one of the best-selling books of recent years, what we’re actually dealing with is black fragility, because if you dare to even utter one negative thing about them, the entire nation might burn.
It’s not a healthy world where you’re constantly afraid of speaking the truth.
It’s as if all of white America is a battered wife desperately scrambling not to make her husband angry again. Sounds like we’re in an abusive relationship with blacks—so deeply abusive, we’re being gaslit as the abusers and most of us seem to believe it. It’s like, wow, honey, you just made your abusive husband breakfast in bed, but he slapped you harder than ever. The nicer we get, the more racist they say we are, and the meaner they get. And no one sees a connection to any of this?
If people refrain from ever thinking or saying anything negative about black people again, do you think this current situation will resolve itself, or will it get a lot worse? I recently conducted a poll on this very question, and 93.8% of the 499 respondents said things will only get worse.
When you concede to an infant’s tantrums, does their behavior improve?
Mind you, I don’t like white people any more than I like black people. In a lot of ways, I respect modern whites far less than I respect modern blacks. I’ll respect anyone who acts in self-interest far more than I’ll respect any masochist.
But we currently occupy a culture where being perceived as a “racist” justifies your murder. So would you rather be dead, or would you rather be called a racist and stay alive to fight back? Sooner than you think, you will be forced to answer that question.
I choose to continue being nice to blacks as individuals, but when it comes to blacks as a group, I am now highly suspicious of both their capabilities and their intentions toward me and other whites.
Let’s put it this way: I love my dog, and he has a great personality, but I wouldn’t let him drive my truck. Despite how likeable he is, I’d only be inviting disaster.
]]>0:18…A very, very, VERY light-skinned black male who subsequently identified himself as Marquise Love and a few darker accomplices start escorting a male of indeterminate racial origin—could be white, could be Hispanic, could be mulatto, I’m supposed to be an expert but even I can’t tell—out of the park after accusing him of recording the festivities without their approval. Their mien and words are threatening: “We gonna follow whatever car you get into, too.” The unidentified male is compliant and submissive and endlessly apologetic as he walks away from them. As he’s crossing a street toward a 7-Eleven, one of the black males starts punching him, anyway. Someone shouts that the victim is a “racist,” which apparently is enough these days to justify murder. Marquise Love shouts “Get that nigga!” as they’re attacking him.
2:00…A white male-to-female tranny outside the 7-Eleven apparently tells the group to stop beating the male, at which point someone tells the tranny, “I’ll knock your white ass out, nigga!” Shortly thereafter, Love declares “This is my block, nigga!”
3:20…Someone sneaks up behind the tranny and steals something from him, at which point a lanky and effeminate white male later identified as Adam Haner laughs. At first, he seems amused that they’re bullying the white tranny and acts very chummy with the rest of the throng.
3:40…A black person steals the tranny’s skateboard and runs away with it. It appears as if the tranny attempts to Mace someone in retaliation.
5:45…The tranny declares, “I am a goddamned certified fucking killer.”
6:48…A woman who appears to be Hispanic spits on the tranny and calls him a “Nazi bitch.”
6:55…Adam Haner is seen sharing a vape pipe with one of the people who is taunting the tranny.
7:05…The tranny, aggressively hysterical and combative as his ilk tends to be, says that he was in the military for eight years and killed 300 people.
7:20…Someone asks the tranny if he’s a racist. He denies it. Meanwhile, Haner continues casually swilling a beer and sharing his vape pipe with others.
8:05…A black male steals the tranny’s backpack and scoots away with it.
8:40…A woman punches the tranny’s face as he’s trying to retrieve his backpack.
8:55…Haner finally steps in front of the tranny in an attempt to defend him.
9:20…A black girl grabs the tranny by his long blonde hair and starts punching him in the face.
10:23…A black MTF tranny with bleached-blond hair identified as Xavier “Princess” Warner—a prominent figure in the riots which have gone on unabated in Portland since late May—approaches the white tranny and asks if he’s been Macing people. He then throws a bottle at the tranny and Maces him, apparently to demonstrate that Macing people is wrong. Or maybe the point is that it’s wrong to Mace black people.
11:00…Four women start beating up the tranny, who is seated on the ground and backed up against the 7-Eleven’s wall. If you’re familiar with the “Black Lives Matter, faggot!” incident in Portland earlier in the summer, where a gay white was knocked unconscious on the ground as a black woman gloated over his suffering, you’d realize that at least in Portland, Black Lives Matter more than anyone else’s—even those of the homos and trannies, wh0 seemed fairly untouchable until very recently.
11:15…An older-looking black male wielding a knife steps in for the tranny’s defense; the blacks remind him that he’s black and the tranny is a white guy—“Roll with your own, nigga! Black Lives Matter, nigga, fuck these white punks, nigga!…fuck these white people, nigga!”
13:05…Haner tells the black guy who’s been saying “fuck these white people” to leave the tranny alone…“I’m not worth your time, and neither is she,” he says, referring to the tranny.
13:38…The tranny wails, “I can’t even get into my fucking house without my backpack! I need my ID I can’t get ahold of my therapist! I fuckin’, I’m gonna shoot myself in the fucking head!”
16:30…The tranny begins arguing with “Princess” again, while a very large black dude gets in Haner’s face and Haner immediately backs down.
16:50…Marquise shows up again, tries to attack the tranny, and is pulled away by his presumed allies.
17:05…A black woman kicks the tranny in the head while Haner is leaned over trying to offer the tranny comfort and advice.
17:20…Marquise again tries to attack the tranny and is again pulled off by others.
19:20…The tranny keeps lying on the street and being hyper-dramatic, which obviously helps to escalate things.
20:10…Haner gets in his truck and tries to start it…he is instantly mobbed, including by Love. His girlfriend Tammie Martin, a short, fat woman with greasy blonde hair, stands in front of his truck door to protect him and immediately starts getting punched. Haner opens the door in an attempt to get out and protect her while she’s getting tackled to the street.
21:05…A black woman who previously hit the tranny stands in front of the truck to block it; Haner does some loud warning rev-ups.
21:20…A black guy screams, at Haner, “Better get the fuck out of here before I pull you the fuck out!” Haner starts pulling out at a moment when no one is blocking his truck; he runs a red light to escape.
22:10…Someone screams to get Haner’s license plate because apparently they’re going to call the racist KKK cops they’ve been demonizing all summer to come arrest him.
23:20…The sound is heard of what is apparently Haner’s crash into a newspaper box a couple blocks down after he attempted to turn left. He later explained to a TV reporter that his steering belt had broken in the previous fracas.
24:40…People start approaching Haner, who is out of his truck and surveying the wreckage, telling him to shut the fuck up even though he’s not talking.
24:50…Haner, already bleeding from his head from an apparent attack outside the 7-Eleven, pleads, “I was trying to get out of there with my old lady.” A large masked black male threatens, “Don’t fucking come near me, bro, I’ll fuck you up.”
25:50…Marquis Love is seen walking up to the crash scene with some accomplices.
26:20…Love pushes Haner away from his truck and commands him to sit down on the street.
26:30…One of Love’s accomplices pushes Haner to the ground.
26:50…Haner attempts to stand up and is pushed down by Love, who screams, “Sit yo’ ass down, nigga!”
27:05…Just like the cops they proclaim to hate, someone barks at Haner to “Keep your hands where I can see them!”
27:45…Haner is still deeply apologetic and non-aggressive. He says his girlfriend is trying to call him and meekly asks for permission to answer the phone.
28:00 “I ain’t tryin’ to hurt no one down there,” Haner protests. This apparently infuriates Love, who has visibly been trying to hurt people since the video started.
28:05…Love starts punching Haner. “Shut the fuck up, nigga!” He punches him about 10 more times. Some of the others try to stop him.
28:55…Haner’s girlfriend Tammie Martin, who arrived in her own car—they apparently had driven downtown in his truck so she could retrieve her car—shows up at the scene.
29:00…Love comes with a fierce running kick to the head that knocks Haner unconscious. A white-sounding male calls the unconscious Haner a racist and a loser and said he tried to run people over. There is absolutely no evidence on the video of Haner trying to run anyone over and plenty of evidence of people attempting to block his truck’s escape.
29:20…Someone mocks the unconscious Haner as “white trash.”
29:30…Tammie screams, “Why is he bleeding?” A masked black male says he got beat up because he was trying to run people over with his truck. Again, this is not what the video shows.
30:20…Another black male is screaming: “All this racism shit gotta stop, nigga! Gotta stop!…I’m black, that’s what I’m out here for!”
32:13…The tape ends with Haner still unconscious, on the ground, and bleeding from his skull.
According to Drew Hernandez, who filmed it all on his phone:
I think [Haner] just felt extremely threatened. They chased him… until he finally crashed. When they finally caught up to him, they went nuts. This was violent, extremely violent. Sometimes I forget I’m walking the streets of an American city in the Northwest. Sometimes it feels like you’re walking in a Third World county…. It’s literally like just one thing after another. Just these random people, they start physically assaulting.
The indefatigable sleuths at 4Chan were able to identify Marquise Love, who, as luck would have it, was arrested for the June mass-beating of a white male by what appear to be at least a dozen blacks. Before kicking Haner in the head, Love, 25, was arrested seven times since 2012, more than once for violent crimes, but he has apparently served absolutely zero jail time. Love—who has posted on his Instagram profile that his main interests are “peace, love, and mixing music”—was even dumb enough to admit on Snapchat that it was him on the tape, but instead he merely said he was involved in a fight with a “racist”:
Might go to jail for a racist tonight when all i did was fight him look it up on twitter put money on my books and come see me.
Well, I looked it up. That wasn’t a fight. But this is Portland, so the accusation that you kicked a “racist” in the head might be all you need to get a key to the city.
Two major newspapers made a point of noting that only hours before the head kick, Haner had posted an “anti-George Floyd meme” on Facebook. This is what he’d posted:
George Floyd was a 46-year old felon, high on Fentanyl, and he got 4 televised funerals and 70 days of riots.
What does 5-year old Cannon Hinnant get?
You’re probably unaware of the name “Cannon Hinnant,” but that’s directly related to the fact that he was a white child allegedly shot dead by a black neighbor who was incensed that Hinnant drove his bicycle over his lawn. This all happened well after the George Floyd incident, too. But please don’t ask any questions about the relative media coverage accorded to both events. As far as I can wrangle, Haner merely stated facts about Floyd and wondered why there is such an insane double standard. But even mentioning the double standard has you branded as “anti-George Floyd” by alleged journalists.
Portland Commissioner JoAnn Hardesty—a black woman who is easily the ugliest public servant in world history anywhere—decided to toss some gaslighting on the fire by proclaiming that Haner’s assailants were not part of the BLM movement:
Important fact check: The statement includes “the [incident] where a truck driver was beaten up after an altercation with a protester” which has been proven false. The driver was attacked by several individuals not associated with the protests.
This, despite the fact that Love is heard screaming “Black Lives Matter, nigga!” throughout the video and has posed in downtown Portland waving a giant Black Lives Matter flag while wearing a Black Lives Matter shirt.
After regaining consciousness in the hospital two days after the attack, Haner was left with two huge black eyes and what doctors say may be a detached retina. His memory is still fuzzy about the incident.
After returning home, Haner and his girlfriend granted a TV interview with some ditzy broad from a local station. Here are highlights from his comments:
I wasn’t trying to do anything but get a drink. I wasn’t the enemy, I’ll tell you that. I was just the guy standing there, and I was white, evidently…I was for [BLM]. I’ve had cops beat me up before. I was for their cause…I just seen something going on there, and I tried to get in the middle of it — and it just directed the fire towards me…Their whole chaos came right at me…All I remember saying very vividly was, “This isn’t your enemy — this isn’t who we’re trying to fight.”
When the reporter asked him if he was angry, Haner—in sharp contrast with his girlfriend—said no:
I know what happened to me, and I’m still not mad. I didn’t see a color. I didn’t see a color when I got kicked, either.
Maybe if he was able to see color, he would have avoided trying to reason with these animals in the first place.
]]>We were led to believe right out of the gate that racist white cops hunted down and seized this chocolate-tinted gentle giant for no other reason than the color of his skin, slammed him to the ground, and then knelt on his neck long enough to asphyxiate him despite his repeated pleas that he couldn’t breathe.
After all, why lynch ’em when you can just choke ’em out with your pale white knee? It’s easier and less expensive as well as a wonderful physical expression of white supremacy.
This is all so tiresome that I could vomit up fossilized chunks of opaque green bile the size of car batteries, but I’ll restrain myself just like those four Minneapolis cops attempted to restrain George Floyd.
Everyone on planet Earth as well as every last penguin in Antarctica has seen the nine-minute video of Derek Chauvin kneeling on the side of George Floyd’s neck. Mind you, he wasn’t kneeling on his throat, because you can choke someone by doing that.
Because everyone in the American mainstream media was too scared to do it, last week the UK’s Daily Mail leaked bodycam footage from Alexander Kueng (white) and Thomas Lane (mulatto), the two Minneapolis cops who initially responded to the call and dealt with Floyd for several minutes before Chauvin and another officer with the exceedingly white-sounding name of Tuo Thao arrived to assist.
Minnesota’s Antifa-friendly Attorney General Keith Ellison—and who, as luck would have it, happens to be black, not that there’s anything wrong with it or that any of what I’ve just told you would bias him in such cases—has been aware of this footage since late May and suppressed it from being leaked long enough for rioters to burn half the country down.
Remember when anti-police “activists” demanded that police wear bodycams? I’m starting to think it backfired on them. In nearly all cases, it shows that cops put up with far more crap in five minutes than most of us could handle in a lifetime.
One crucial element of the story that The Narrative conveniently omits in most retellings is the fact that police were responding to a call from a convenience-store clerk who said Floyd tried passing a counterfeit twenty-dollar bill to him only moments earlier. When Kueng and Lane arrived, the clerk pointed them to Floyd, who was still sitting in the driver’s seat of his car outside the store. Floyd already had four criminal convictions, including one that had sent him to prison after he held a gun to a black woman’s stomach during a house robbery he committed along with several accomplices.
Passing a counterfeit bill is a federal felony. The fear of going back to prison may explain why Floyd was in full panic mode the moment he saw the cops tapping on his car window—instead of what The Narrative dictates, which is that Floyd panicked when he saw that he was suddenly confronted by one-and-a-half white cops.
The first thing I noticed upon viewing the footage—and this will sound harsh, but hey, it’s a harsh video—was how utterly crazed and primitive Floyd looked. I’m talking Mesozoic Era primitive. He looks like a terrified black brontosaurus who’s suddenly been confronted by the furious husband of the female dinosaur he’s been banging on the side.
From the first second of his interaction with police, Floyd begins screaming and crying and lying.
Oh—and resisting arrest, just like in every last one of these high-profile cases. Police had to tell him seven times to put his hands on the steering wheel before he complied. When he finally gets out of the car, he keeps falling to the ground on purpose and stiffening when they attempt to cuff him. He keeps thrashing and squirming as they struggle to get him in the squad car’s backseat. The police keep telling him to stop resisting. So did the black passenger in his car who identified herself as his ex-girlfriend. They order him at least a half-dozen times to get into the police SUV, and he refuses each time.
In legal terms, Floyd was “actively” resisting them, and legally they had the right at that point to club him with batons to force him into the car. But they didn’t.
He kept resisting once they were able to get him in the car, too. Much has been made of the fact that Derek Chauvin knelt on Floyd’s neck for nearly nine minutes. Hardly anyone mentions the fact that Floyd resisted arrest for longer than that.
Due to Floyd’s bizarre behavior, police suspected he was on PCP.
Kueng: You got foam around your mouth, too?
Floyd: Yes, I was just hooping earlier.
“Hooping” refers to the act of inserting something into your rectum, either to hide as contraband or as a way to administer drugs. Since an autopsy concluded that the level of fentanyl in Floyd’s blood was higher than the average level of fentanyl in overdose victims, it’s reasonable to suggest that’s what he meant by “hooping.” It doesn’t make sense that one would start foaming at the mouth by inserting a small pistol in your rectum, but then again, I wouldn’t know because I’ve never tried it. According to the CDC, symptoms of a fentanyl overdose include “foaming at the mouth…and confusion or strange behavior before the person became unresponsive.”
Floyd also had methamphetamine in his blood at the time of the encounter. What gets little mention is that he also had trace levels of morphine, suggesting he’d either recently done morphine or heroin, which metabolizes into morphine in the blood.
At most, a few dozen unarmed Americans, both black and white, die at the hands of police every year.
Over 30,000 Americans die of fentanyl overdoses every year.
The mob always picks the wrong villain. Always.
During his theatrics outside the van, Floyd repeatedly begs police not to put him in the car because he’s “claustrophobic.” Perhaps the most shocking thing about the entire tape is that Floyd also repeatedly pronounces “claustrophobic” correctly.
Before I stopped counting, I found at least eleven instances of Floyd saying “I can’t breathe” before he was finally placed on the ground and Chauvin knelt on his neck. He said this at least eleven times both while standing and while in the back of the SUV—when no one was touching his neck.
George Floyd: I can’t breathe.
Derek Chauvin: Then stop talking. Stop yelling. It takes a heck of a lot of oxygen to talk.
I also counted him saying he was going to die at least five times before he was placed on the ground. So either his body was in hyperdrive because he realized he was having an adverse reaction to drugs, or a Little Black Angel suddenly appeared on his shoulder and prophesied that an Evil White Knee was about to come down on his neck and kill him.
And they didn’t sadistically throw him to the ground, either. They placed him there at his request:
George Floyd: I want to lay on the ground. I want to lay on the ground. I want to lay on the ground!
Thomas Lane: You’re getting in the squad [car].
George Floyd: I want to lay on the ground! I’m going down, I’m going down, I’m going down.
Whether or not you feel that Chauvin’s infamous kneecap move was unnecessary or sadistic, the most pertinent fact at trial will be that it was legal. Minneapolis police are trained to use a “neck restraint” that involves “compressing one or both sides of a person’s neck with an arm or leg, without applying direct pressure to the trachea or airway (front of the neck).”
The Hennepin County autopsy report said that Floyd tested positive for COVID-19, had a “severe” case of “arteriosclerotic heart disease,” and listed the cause of death as “cardiopulmonary arrest complicating law enforcement subdual, restrain, and neck compression.” Interestingly enough, the first version of the autopsy did not include the verbiage about “law enforcement subdual, restrain, and neck compression.” Even the criminal complaint that prosecutors filed stated that the autopsy “revealed no physical findings that support a diagnosis of traumatic asphyxia or strangulation.”
The phrase tying it all to “law enforcement” was added after Floyd’s family hired Dr. Michael Baden to perform an independent autopsy. Baden is perhaps most famous for concluding that Jeffrey Epstein died as a result of homicide. But his bailiwick seems to be blaming cops when black people die during arrest—he performed autopsies on Michael Brown and Eric Garner whose results were contradicted at trial. But somehow he was able to get something about “neck compression” squeezed into the official county report.
Throughout the tape, police followed official protocol, or at least as far as I can tell. Alarmed at Floyd’s condition, they made two separate calls to Emergency Medical Services.
George Floyd also lies throughout the tape, almost up to the point where he falls unconscious.
“I just lost my mom,” he told them at the beginning of the encounter, apparently pleading for sympathy and lenience. Actually, Floyd’s mother died in May of 2018.
He lied at least twice about not having any intoxicants in his system.
He lied repeatedly when he insisted he wasn’t resisting arrest.
He lied and said he dindu nuffin’, although he had just passed a counterfeit bill.
He lied about being claustrophobic. He sat long enough in his own car for the store clerk to call police and for them to arrive.
But that’s not the Big Lie here.
The Big Lie is that this had anything to do with race. One of the four cops is Asian, and one is half-black. At no point is race mentioned. Not once. There is zero evidence that cops restrained him for any other reason than the fact that he had just committed a crime and was resisting arrest.
If George Floyd had been white, he’d be dead, too.
The only difference is that you never would have heard his name.
Well, that plus the fact that we’d still have a country.
]]>So I imagine that if you’re the sociable type who squirms with agony at your inability to attend movie theaters, baseball games, concerts, political rallies, it must really suck to be you right now.
Me? I’m fine, thanks for asking.
I’ve always been antisocial, and from my perspective, that’s society’s fault. When you see how people operate in groups, you’d realize that being antisocial is a virtue rather than a character flaw. Being antisocial merely means being wise to how people operate in groups. And it’s never pretty. That’s why I refuse to declare myself part of any movement, because it would involve being surrounded by people.
This is why I never needed government agents or social-media scolds to tell me to keep my distance. I don’t go anywhere I’m not wanted and I avoid most of the places where I actually am wanted.
Although I’ve lived in or near some unforgivably gigantic cities for almost my entire life, modern society is hand-delivering me several sound reasons for staying out of cities once and for all.
I am the spawn of the nearly accidental mating—it started with a one-night stand at a USO dance before my dad flew off to Europe for WWII—between a city mouse and a country mouse. My mother grew up one of 11 Irish-Catholic kids in Philadelphia—and what a big, nasty, dirty, ugly, crass, smelly, angry, violent city it is. Filthadelphia. Killadelphia. It was the fourth-biggest city in the country when I was born but has shaved off a quarter of its population since, a huge share of the exodus undoubtedly due to the town’s aggressive diversification and a black population that is far and away the most hostile group of Africans I’ve ever encountered.
My dad, who died in 1980, was born exactly 100 years ago in a tiny northern Vermont town that even now is barely cracking a thousand people. It is currently 96.81% white, which I will assume is far less white than it was 100 years ago.
I spent the first twenty years of my life in the red-brick working-class Philly burbs before moving into the dirty-red-brick City of Brother Love itself to attend college. Back then in my wayward and semi-retarded youth, big stinking cities seemed exciting compared to the relative blandness of Clifton Heights, PA. But back then, cities had a purpose for oddballs such as myself. You couldn’t get rare British import records out in the burbs. None of the movie theaters played the obscure films I wanted to see. On a per-capita basis, if you didn’t count the blacks from North Philly who were always trying to stab or rob you, there were definitely more “interesting” people in Philly than out in the Delaware County, PA boondocks that birthed me.
Back then I was convinced that the bigger and filthier and smellier a city was, the more sophisticated it was. That’s why I moved to the NYC area after college. It didn’t take long living in New York to realize that the average New Yorker is not an abstract painter with an IQ of 180 but rather a fat Mets fan who bets at off-track racing and gets stains on their sweatshirt when they eat at McDonald’s.
The occasional weekends up in the Catskills were nice, though.
Then I moved to LA for seven years, which was easily seven years too many. You can only be awakened by police-chopper spotlights illuminating your bedroom so many times because they’re chasing some 14-year-old cholo through Hollywood parking lots before you want to move somewhere quieter. Plus, enduring one major race riot was enough for one lifetime.
Still, the occasional weekend 120 miles east in Desert Hot Springs soaking up the mineral waters kept us from completely losing our marbles. But even ten miles back toward home you’d start hitting that city traffic again, and we’d always feel like fleas on a baseball field once the LA skyline came into view again.
So we packed a moving van and moved up to Portland, where there were fat people and lots of green things. When I moved there in 1994, I laughed at the very idea that Portland was a city. But being a safe and beautiful little mountain town apparently evokes white supremacy or something, so now Portland is where transgender heroin addicts burn things every night downtown forever and ever, amen.
Then it was rural Pennsylvania for another two years—a sleepy little town called Schwenksville about 40 miles northwest of Philly. Except for the people I lived with, it was idyllic.
And then, after a six-month stay in what is easily the worst state among all 50, I relocated to the Atlanta area, where I’ve been spinning my wheels in red clay for 13 years now.
I’ve often stated that blacks in the South are the friendliest in the country. That was true until about two months ago, and we all know what happened two months ago. At the moment, it’s not the cities with huge quotients of blacks that are rioting the hardest. It’s complete mayo-on-whitebread burgs such as Portland, Seattle, and Minneapolis.
Of those, Minneapolis is by far the blackest, but they still don’t even account for one in five Minneapolites, or whatever they call them up there. Seattle is a piddling 8% black. Portland—the town the most extreme conniptions over the myth of systemic anti-black racism—is barely 6% Negroidal. And even riot-prone Los Angeles can ‘t even crack 10%.
Atlanta is currently 51.4% black. The only city in America with more total blacks is New York City, where the percentage of blacks is less than half as high as it is in Atlanta. And we’ve already had a few mini-riots over George Floyd and local boys such as Ahmaud Arbery and Rayshard Brooks.
If the country continues on its currently insane racial trajectory, sooner or later a majority-black city is going to burn to the ground, and I’m not going to take my chances by staying around in the Atlanta area to find out if we draw that lucky number or not.
I live 25 miles from Atlanta’s city center. It feels rural. It’s a block from a lake. The backyard is the size of a football field and hosts dozens of tall pine trees. Ducks come up from the lake and walk on the lawn. Birds chirp loudly enough to wake you up.
Then again, even this little town is half-black. And the world has changed drastically over the past few months. Now, just as I found myself in Brooklyn a few years back wondering if I’d be charged with a hate crime merely for defending myself against the high-as-a-kite black gent who was tailing me, now every time I go to pump gas, I have to wonder whether some vengeful BLM clown will walk up to me, start recording on their smartphone, and accuse me of calling them a nigger.
It occurs to me that the major technological change since I was young, dumb, and thought cities were cool is that you no longer need cities to get rare records or watch obscure movies or even find “interesting” people. The internet brings it all into your home. The internet brings so many things to your fingertips that you’d never want to touch with your hands.
Technology has rendered cities obsolete. That, plus the alienating effects of diversity have forced our “social” lives to become increasingly remote. Think of most of your interactions with other people on any given day. How many of those people with whom you “socialized” were even in the same room as you, much less the same town?
I’ve been working remotely in several capacities since the turn of the millennium, and it’s been ten years since I had a job that required me to leave the house. I can work from Antarctica, so there’s no need for me to be anywhere near Atlanta.
Cities are no longer where culture is found. They’re where it’s destroyed. Automated wind-up pre-programmed zombie outrage machines are burning the cities to the ground. There’s no use even to set your toes in one.
I’ve witnessed diversity. It only benefits the diverse. It holds no benefits for me, only penalties. So I’m turning my back and distancing myself. Being melanin-deficient and living in urban America at this point is roughly as stupid as staying in South Africa after apartheid ended.
Let all the rats converge together on those sinking ships. Let the teeming rats fight over cheese crumbs.
The “country mouse” side of my DNA isn’t merely calling me—it’s screaming at me. Get your pale ass out before it’s too late.
I want to live where there are no skylines, only rivers and mountains and creeks and dells. I don’t even know what a “dell” is, but I can’t wait to learn. The fact that I know it’s a computer brand but that I don’t know what it signifies in a natural setting is part of the problem here.
I want to live so far from the city that one day I forget the smell of human urine on a subway platform. I’d invite you to join me, but I don’t want it to get too crowded out there.
]]>“Tragedy struck the plush suburb of Chestnut Hill last night as—“
And that’s where she cut him off harshly. She told him that whether or not it was a tragedy is a matter of opinion, not of fact. And calling Chestnut Hill “plush” was also a bit of editorializing that had nothing to do with the fact that someone was murdered there last night.
This was the same teacher who, after I graduated and sent her a letter requesting a recommendation letter from her, marked all my letter’s typos in red, sent it back to me, and told me she’d write a recommendation letter once I sent her an error-free request.
They don’t make ‘em like that anymore. And man, do I wish they did.
She was the one who taught me very clearly to never say what someone thinks, only what they say, because they could be lying about what they actually think. Journalists nowadays all act as if they can read minds.
She also taught us the difference between a fact and an opinion, and unless you were writing what was clearly an opinion piece rather than a news story, you were never to share your own opinions or biases.
And not only don’t you share opinions, the only way to keep yourself from looking like an idiot is to never state anything as a fact, either. Nothing. You attribute all statements of either facts or opinions to others. You never make any claims. You always attribute claims to others. That way you’re never wrong.
You are perfectly free to QUOTE someone saying the most ridiculously emotional, subjective, unquantifiable, and unfalsifiable thing. Go ahead and let someone say that there is racial injustice in the USA. Hang that stupid sentiment on them.
The reason she taught us to do it this way is because journalism, at least as she saw it, was an attempt to get at the truth no matter how unpleasant the truth might be. The LAST thing journalism was supposed to do was push an ideology, because at that point it ceased to be journalism.
She spot-welded the idea into my skull that journalism should be approached not as a means to “stick it to the powerful”—because at that point, it’s not reporting, it’s advocacy—but as a science. Report on the powerful, report on the poor, report on everyone in between—but only report on what you can see and prove.
Maybe I was missing something all along, but back then the Associated Press seemed to see journalism the same way as my grey-haired butch journalism teacher did.
No more.
I wrote on this very site seven years ago about how the AP put the kibosh on the term “illegal immigrant” even though, if you wanted to be journalistic about it, the phrase described immigrants who were in the country illegally. At the time, an AP spokeschick explained that the term “dehumanizes” those it describes. They used the same alibi to justify why they were also forbidding the term “Islamist” to describe attacks that were done in the name of Islam. I also wrote in that article about how the AP claimed it refused to link to sites that were “racist,” although they failed to honor my request for a precise, rigorous, quantifiable, journalistic definition of the word “racist.”
When I recently checked on the AP’s official site, now I see they have an entire section devoted to something called “Racial Injustice.”
Injustice is not a quantifiable term and therefore has no place in journalism. The Associated Press has become Absolute Propaganda.
Last week, the AP announced that they will capitalize the word “black” but not the word “white” when describing, um, black and white people. The AP’s John Daniszewski attempted to justify the decision:
There was clear desire and reason to capitalize Black. Most notably, people who are Black have strong historical and cultural commonalities, even if they are from different parts of the world and even if they now live in different parts of the world. That includes the shared experience of discrimination due solely to the color of one’s skin.
There is, at this time, less support for capitalizing white. White people generally do not share the same history and culture, or the experience of being discriminated against because of skin color. In addition, we are a global news organization and in much of the world there is considerable disagreement, ambiguity and confusion about whom the term includes….
We agree that white people’s skin color plays into systemic inequalities and injustices, and we want our journalism to robustly explore those problems. But capitalizing the term white, as is done by white supremacists, risks subtly conveying legitimacy to such beliefs.
Don’t you wish you could sigh hard enough to knock these people off their feet without being charged with assault? This pasty-ass douchebag will only consider capitalizing “white” if it involves guilt-tripping white people about their alleged shared history of racial rapaciousness.
Another nugget of golden Newspeak from that article:
For more details, see the AP Stylebook’s race-related coverage guidance, which says in part: “Consider carefully when deciding whether to identify people by race. Often, it is an irrelevant factor and drawing unnecessary attention to someone’s race or ethnicity can be interpreted as bigotry.”
Generally, I think that’s a solid rule. But the AP didn’t hesitate to identify George Floyd as black and the cop who knelt on him as white, even though there is zero evidence that race had anything to do with the incident. Same goes with Trayvon Martin and Mike Brown and Eric Garner and Ahmaud Arbery and every case where there’s zero evidence of racial motive.
And again, without a hint of irony or self-awareness, the AP ululates:
Omissions and lack of inclusion can render people invisible and cause anguish.
You realize this is being said by the people who just refused to include whites along with Latinos, Blacks, Asians, and Jews as people who have enough of an important collective identity to capitalize their name…right? Do you? Hello?
As much as it pains me to beat them at their own game and invoke Godwin’s Law, I get great pleasure at causing the Associated Press pain and hastening their demise. Here’s a fact and not an opinion: The Associated Press allowed the Nazi Party access to their photo archives so they could use it for anti-Semitic propaganda.
Maybe they were never anything more than a glorified propaganda outlet.
But they deserve no more mercy—nor, for that matter, do they deserve capitalization. From now on, let’s all call them the “ap.”
]]>The country is currently in the throes of fatal conniptions over idea that there’s some solution to “inequality.” Not for a second has anyone paused to ponder that perhaps the true cause of inequality is the fact that people aren’t equal—never have been, never will be.
Tucked away in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains, Asheville, NC would be a little slice of paradise if it weren’t infested with Marxist bluehairs transplanted from the Northeast who see it as their solemn moral obligation to carpetbag the local blacks into endless frothing fury about the supposed indignities of being black in America, as if it’s not measurably better than being black anywhere else on the planet.
Asheville’s mayor, Esther Manheimer, wasn’t even born in America. Despite the fact that the town is nearly 80% white, there is only one white male on its seven-member City Council. There are two blacks, and as is the wont of black politicians, their entire political world consists of endlessly announcing their blackness to startled passersby. But it only takes a brief glance at both of Asheville’s black City Council members to realize they’ve both been living off the fat of the land in ways that would be unimaginable back in the Motherland.
But unlike most modern white politicians, at least black politicians grasp that politics is the art of taking things from other people without having them kill you. And last Tuesday—a day after the U.S. Conference of Mayors endorsed the establishment of a commission to study exactly how much they think black Americans are “owed” for slavery, all seven members of Asheville’s City Council approved a “RESOLUTION SUPPORTING COMMUNITY REPARATIONS FOR BLACK ASHEVILLE.”
The resolution mentions slavery, segregation, incarceration, redlining, blockbusting, gentrification, discriminatory wages, “food deserts,” and even the idea that blacks are purposely being forced to live in environmentally toxic sites as part of some grand extermination scheme. It mentions “disproportionate…mortality rates,” ignoring the fact that black women live longer than white males do in America.
As is the fashion these days, it blames all black suffering on everything but black people.
It specifies that the “reparations” will not come in the form of direct cash payments to blacks but rather as “investments” in black communities, which is a nice way of saying more tax money gets diverted to Democratic political tokens whose jobs are symbolic at best. In fact, the Asheville City Council possesses no legislative power to divert revenue to black communities; it’s something they’d have to beg the State of North Carolina to do on their behalf.
Funny, innit, how this comes on the heels of a nonstop nationwide riot orgy based on the provably fraudulent notion that blacks are unfairly targeted for police brutality? My gut feeling is that the City of Asheville just took out a form of riot insurance, which is essentially what all welfare programs have been since the 1960s. Hell, people were talking about “Anti-Race Riot Insurance” at least as far back as 1943.
Since “justice” is a subjective thing, it’s impossible to put a price tag on it. But if people truly understood what the word “reparations” means, it would mean returning black Americans to the conditions they’d be “enjoying” if they’d never been sold into the West African slave markets. In other words, both their lifespan and their income would be severely curtailed.
Keith Young—who represents the obese black male population of Asheville, as opposed to Sheneika Smith, who was apparently voted into office to represent Asheville’s corpulent-black-female contingent—just HAD to mention all the black blood that’s supposedly being spilled by whites:
Hundreds of years of Black blood spilled that basically fills the cup we drink from today. It is simply not enough to remove statutes. [sic] Black people in this country are dealing with issues that are systemic in nature.
A local black “activist” named Rob Thomas acted as if the bill was a legitimate attempt to arrive at a price tag for black suffering: “This many people died. This much money was taken out of the black community and it would equal this much today. We’re asking for people to do what is right.”
OK, then I’m going to ask people to do the math. I’m being generous, because I’m granting them the assumption that they’re capable of doing the math.
We are told that all of America’s wealth was built on black slavery. This “idea” fails to account for three crucial realities: 1) If that was remotely the case, the South would have won the Civil War without breaking a sweat; 2) Any wealth created by slavery was obliterated at the end of the Civil War; 3) If all blacks need to do in order to build economic superpowers was labor-intensive agricultural work, why have they proved incapable of recreating the Southern Miracle anywhere in sub-Saharan Africa?
Proponents of reparations for blacks argue that those who survived the Holocaust and Japanese internment camps during WWII received payments, but they’re referring to those who actually lived through the events rather than “inherited” their alleged “effects” six or seven generations later.
Is black American poverty proof of American racism or proof that blacks bring poverty with them wherever they go? Isn’t the fact that blacks live in more impoverished conditions when there are no white people around evidence that it’s actually beneficial for them to be around white folks?
I realize it’s hateful to ask questions, but these questions ask themselves.
Apparently the fact that around 550,000 white soldiers died in a war that reparations advocates insist was fought to end slavery doesn’t enter into their accounting of what’s supposedly owed. It matters not a whit that this tally of dead white bodies from the Civil War alone outnumbers the total number of black lynching victims by a factor of more than 100 to 1.
How the hell do you even tabulate the degree to which black people have been “exploited”? Why is it permitted—actually, it’s encouraged—to compare their conditions to American whites but never to African blacks? If you want to see how black people prosper when there aren’t any whites around to oppress them, take a gander at Haiti. And if you want to bring up a truth that’s so uncomfortable it will make their thighs chafe, remind them that blacks already benefit from slavery’s legacy merely by living in America. In the painfully truthful words of black writer Walter Williams:
Though it’s not politically correct to say, today’s blacks benefitted immensely from the horrors suffered by our ancestors.…Had there not been slavery, and today’s blacks were born in Africa instead of the United States, we’d be living in the same poverty that today’s Africans live in and under the same brutal regimes.
We’re supposed to believe that all whites benefited tremendously from the black slave trade, despite the documented fact that not only did black slavery suppress wages and destroy opportunity for the vast majority of Southern whites, it was designed to do precisely that. And 150+ years after the fact, we’re expected to swallow the idea that the only way that modern low-income whites can atone is for them to pay taxes that will be funneled to blacks, even if the white taxpayer pumps gas for a living and the black beneficiary is a doctor.
And who pays? Would all black taxpayers be exempt, even if they’re descended from black slaveowners or northern blacks who were never enslaved? What if they’re part of the 10% or so of American blacks who weren’t even born in the USA? What if, like Barack Obama, they’re descended from slaveowners?
Would all white taxpayers be forced to pay reparations, despite the fact that at the peak of slavery in 1860, only about 1.5% of white Americans owned slaves? How about the fact that since almost all historians agree that two-thirds of whites who came to the colonies arrived in some form of bondage, whites are far more likely to be descended from slaves than from slaveowners? What about the endless millions of whites whose ancestors came to America after 1865?
Where are all the calls for Arabs to pay reparations for enslaving at least as many African blacks as Europeans ever did? And since about 90% of Africans transported to the New World had initially been enslaved by other Africans, where are the calls to hold their African ancestors financially liable?
And exactly how much have they deluded themselves into thinking they’re owed? Robert L. Johnson, founder of BET, pegged the price tag at $14.7 trillion and is encouraging a one-time cash payment of $350,767 to each American black. A recent article in Review of Black Political Economy set the bar much, MUCH higher—a total of $6.2 quadrillion, which would result in cash payments of $151 million to each black American, at a cost of around $19 million to each taxpaying American.
To reiterate, all this nonsense is based on the lie that American blacks are STILL being economically exploited. But that’s not what the statistics say. In real dollars and cents, whites—the alleged exploiters—pay nearly $3,000 more per capita every year in taxes than they receive back in government benefits, whereas your average American black receives about $10,000 more per year in government benefits than they contribute in tax revenue. Every year, blacks take about $660 billion more from the public cookie jar than they contribute to it. When you factor THAT into your math, you might conclude that reparations have already been paid—with interest.
As hopelessly stupid as it all seems, though, we must remember that intersectionality can be our friend. My dream scenario would be for Asheville’s recent reparations bill to cause a massive influx of money-lovin’ blacks into the city who slowly but inexorably drain the town of all economic vitality and livability.
Then, just when it seems as if Asheville will be consigned to the ash heap of history, some cunning Native American lawyers will swoop in and remind everyone that the city is built on Cherokee lands and that everyone who isn’t an Injun needs to evacuate by midnight.
]]>“Vehicle Attacks Rise As Extremists Target Protesters,” bleats the punishably clueless headline from NPR in an article which fails to target even one of these “protesters” as an “extremist” who targets hapless drivers who find themselves mobbed:
Right-wing extremists are turning cars into weapons, with reports of at least 50 vehicle-ramming incidents since protests against police violence erupted nationwide in late May.
And what is the evidence that NPR gives that the perps are all “right-wing extremists”? Good question. Out of the thousands of riots and beatings and dozens of murders that have transpired since late May, and out of the “at least 50” incidents of vehicle rammings, they were able to dredge up a total of ONE “avowed Klansman” who drove into a crowd in Virginia and slightly injured someone. It’s unclear whether or not this Klansman was being threatened before he drove into the crowd.
And that’s all it takes for NPR to falsely allege that this is an epidemic of right-wing extremist violence. Observe how they describe that these rammings take place in a complete vacuum and without the slightest provocation:
The footage follows a grim pattern: Protesters are shown walking peacefully when, suddenly, a car or truck appears in the frame and hurtles toward the crowd. People run, crouch and scream, “Oh my God!” Then the driver either manages to speed off or is surrounded and set upon by the outraged protesters.
I’ve witnessed dozens of these videos. What they just described does not occur in any of them. Down to the very last episode, it is the “peaceful protesters” who block a car’s forward progress by illegally standing in the street, mobbing the car, pounding at or smashing the windows, and ultimately dragging out the terrified driver for a beating.
During the LA riots in 1992, white truck driver Reginald Denny learned exactly what happens to drivers who stop and allow peaceful protesters who are venting their righteous rage about the devaluation of Black Bodies to engage them—they smash in your skull with a cinderblock and do a victory dance after leaving you with permanent brain damage.
Since they appear to have an insatiable appetite for “right-wing white-supremacist extremist violence” even though it’s basically extinct, they will use the fact that in Charlottesville, James Fields—who’d already been threatened at gunpoint and had apparently already endured multiple blunt-force attacks on his car—panicked and drove through a crowd and inadvertently caused Heather Heyer to have a heart attack as “evidence” that premeditated violent white-nationalist terror is the largest ideological and physical threat to the entire planet.
But they’ll overlook the fact that Muslims who weren’t being taunted or threatened by anyone deliberately drove their vehicles into crowds murdered 86 people with a truck in France, 12 people in Berlin, 16 people in Spain, 8 people in Manhattan, and 5 people in Sweden. You will hear endlessly about Charlottesville and “far-right white supremacist violence” and base ALL of their “research” on a handful of memes from a smattering of basement-dwelling video-game addicts from the same clowns who don’t dare make a peep about the far more numerous Islamist vehicle-ramming attacks and who received their inspiration from an article in Inspire, the English-language magazine of the Islamic State, which offered tips on how to achieve “maximum carnage” through vehicle attacks.
We’re way past double standards at this point and are somewhere in the realm of dodecahedral standards.
And why, pray tell, do they believe all these violent far-right white supremacists are wantonly targeting peaceful protesters? MEMES. Daily Kos, which to my knowledge has never been right about anything, not even once, calls those who are killed or injured by these rammings as “meme-fueled casualties.” That’s right—after all, before the infamous ramming attack in Charlottesville, James Fields had posted on Instagram that shows a car plowing through a group of people with the headline YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO PROTEST…BUT I’M LATE FOR WORK.
It couldn’t possibly be that the immediate reason for why Fields slammed on the accelerator into that crowd was that he’d already been directly threatened. And it couldn’t possibly be that in most of these cases where people continue to drive while peaceful protesters are crawling onto their cars and trying to pull them out in order to beat them, the primary motivation was fear and panic. No—it’s memes.
Why do these people always seize the most improbable explanation?
After an Asian man was arrested for plowing into a crowd of rioters in Bakersfield, CA and injuring a 15-year-old girl, he blamed it on the fact that he’d stopped taking his medication. When a Hispanic woman was arrested for attempted murder after driving into a crowd of rioters in San Jose, CA, a family member explained:
She was a mother scared for life and her child. We ask at this time you find it in your hearts to understand when a mother is put in a position like this, you have to do what you can to save your baby.
After a white man was arrested in Florida for striking rioters with his vehicle, his son—who was in the car when it happened—explained to reporters that the peaceful protesters had attacked them:
Connelly’s son John Joseph Connelly…told police they were traveling north on South Main Street when a woman on a bicycle hit the vehicle and told them they could not go any further. Then, he said, a bottle struck the Kia and the crowd surrounding them tried to pull the vehicle doors open, the report said.
In Seattle—whose residents are locked in a struggle with Portlanders for the title of Worst White People in America—much was made of the far-right extremist who got out of his car, shot someone in the shoulder, and fled. Not a word was spoken about how the gunman was surrounded by people who were attacking his car, nor about the fact that his last name is Fernandez and he appears to be a black Hispanic.
When a white tranny was killed after a black driver plowed over him in Seattle recently, you can bet your sweet bippy that the streets weren’t suddenly overflowed with angry protesters demanding that drug-addicted African immigrants stop killing white transpeeps.
Writing for Slate and meticulously pointing out when the driver was white but avoiding any mention of race in the numerous cases when the driver wasn’t, Nitish Pahwa cites “a long history of racism and cars” and pens the single dumbest thing I’ve read all year:
I can’t think of a better retort to the person who sees a crowd of people protesting racism and wants to use their vehicle to stifle their righteous dissent: We belong on these streets, and your car doesn’t.
OK, for one thing, he’s assuming that stifling “righteous dissent” rather than “avoiding imminent danger” is the motive in the majority of these cases.
But people belong on sidewalks. Cars belong in streets. And it’s dumb to play in traffic.
]]>To me, very few lives matter—mine, and a handful of people I love. And that’s it.
But we are clobbered over the head as if we are Rodney King and the media is the LAPD with the idea that not only is “Black Lives Matter” an undeniable fact and settled science, it is also an explicitly anti-racist movement.
Because, you see, the system is racist and white supremacist. OK, sure, every politician who wants to stay in office and every mainstream reporter who wants to keep receiving a paycheck must pay obeisance to Black Lives Matter. And, yeah, OK, even though capitalism continues to ruthlessly exploit black people despite the fact that in real dollars and cents, black people take far more from the public till in government services than they contribute to the rest of society in taxes, the capitalist system is still somehow exploiting black people, which is some kind of weird statistical miracle when you consider the fact that Amazon, American Express, Bank of America, Barclays Bank, Barnes & Noble, BMW, Burger King, Cadillac, Capitol Records, Coca Cola, General Motors, Goldman Sachs, Google, HBO, Home Depot, MasterCard, McDonald’s, NASCAR, Netflix, Nike, Paramount Pictures, Pepsico, Porsche, Proctor & Gamble, Reebok, Sony, Starbucks, Target, Twitter, Verizon, Walmart, Warner Bros, and Wells Fargo have all pledged emotional, spiritual, and financial support to Black Lives Matter.
The problem, for the as-yet-unwoke, is that white cops are hunting down and murdering black males on the streets as if they were on some kind of all-you-can-kill safari in Zimbabwe.
Sure, you could cite “statistics” and “facts” such as the statistical fact that on a per-capita basis, a cop is 45 more times likely to be murdered than an unarmed black or that white people are 25 times more likely to be violently victimized by blacks than the inverse or that unarmed blacks are nearly 300 times more likely to be killed by other blacks than by a cop, but we see right through your so-called facts into an irredeemably racist heart that beats so joyously at the mere suggestion of black suffering that it threatens to punch a hole through your ribcage at any moment.
Donald Trump, who critics says is the most racist president ever and whose supporters can only sit back and wish that were true, recently referred to the catchphrase “Black Lives Matter” as a “symbol of hate.”
Could this man be any more ignorant?
If he’d only put his orange ear to the asphalt and listened to Marissa Jenae Johnson, a founder of Seattle’s BLM chapter, it’s the phrase “All lives matter” that is the “racial slur” because it minimizes a level of pain and suffering in black America that is so intense, we apparently must be reminded of it to the point where we’re in more pain than they are.
They will threaten to stab you if you say “All Lives Matter.” They will accuse you of spewing hate speech if you talk, and they’ll find you guilty of violence if you remain silent. They make it very hard to be friendly to them or, at some point, to care about their lives at all.
Although they are quick to accuse their critics of failing to appreciate the multifariously iridescent nuances in their gobbledygook, that you must be some kind of knuckle-dragging alabaster caveman if you don’t realize that “Black Lives Matter” doesn’t mean white lives don’t matter even if we threaten to stab you for saying that all lives matter and tiptoe around the very utterance of the word “white” for fear of offending, if you listen closely, they make no distinction between “white supremacy” and “whiteness” and “white people.” It’s all the same, and it all needs to go.
Then there’s the KILL WHITE PEOPLE graffiti and the misspelled KILL WHITS graffiti and the KILL A WHITE ON SIGHT posters.
And more than anything, they want you to accept the eternal truth that it’s not racist to say all the white babies need to be killed:
The less white babies on this planet, the less of you [white adults] we got! I hope they kill all the white babies! Kill ’em all right now! Kill ’em! Kill your grandkids! Kill yourself! Coffin, bitch! Go lay in a coffin! Kill yourself!
Yusra Khogali, a co-founder of BLM’s Toronto chapter, says that white people are subhuman and that the only reason that black people haven’t wiped them off the planet is that they’ve yet to acquire the necessary power to do so:
Whiteness is not humxness. infact, white skin is sub-humxn…. White ppl are recessive genetic defects. this is factual. white ppl need white supremacy as a mechanism to protect their survival as a people because all they can do is produce themselves. black ppl simply through their dominant genes can literally wipe out the white race if we had the power to.
On an August 2015 BLM-affiilated podcast mere hours after a black assailant shot a white deputy dead in Texas, some black clown who calls himself King Noble referred to blacks as “lions” who will win the coming race war with whites:
It’s open season on killing whites and police officers and probably killing cops, period. It’s unavoidable, inescapable. It’s funny that now we are moving to a time where the predator will become the prey….Today, we live in a time when the white man will be picked off, and there’s nothing he can do about it. His day is up, his time is up. We will witness more executions and killing of white people and cops than we ever have before. It’s about to go down. It’s open season on killing white people and crackas.
At a 2017 BLM rally in Seattle, some Black Goddess grabbed a megaphone and barked thusly:
White people, give your fucking money, your fucking house, your fucking property, we need it fucking all. You need to reparate [sic] black and indigenous people right now. Pay the fuck up, pay the fuck up. It ain’t just your fucking time, it’s your fucking money, and now your fucking life is devoted to social change…. We’re all operating under white supremacy….And we need to start killing people.
Chanelle Helm, a beastly woman if ever there was one and also as luck would have it a co-founder of BLM’s Louisville, KY chapter, encouraged white people to give blacks their property and for black workers to snitch on “racist” white cowokers and get them all fired:
White people, if you don’t have any descendants, will your property to a black or brown family. Preferably one that lives in generational poverty….White people, re-budget your monthly so you can donate to black funds for land purchasing….White people, especially white women (because this is yaw specialty — Nosey Jenny and Meddling Kathy), get a racist fired. Yaw know what the fuck they be saying. You are complicit when you ignore them. Get your boss fired cause they racist too…this should be easy but all those sheetless Klan, Nazi’s and Other lil’ dick-white men will all be returning to work. Get they ass fired. Call the police even: they look suspicious…if any white person at your work, or as you enter in spaces and you overhear a white person praising the actions from yesterday, first, get a pic. Get their name and more info. Hell, find out where they work — Get Them Fired. But certainly address them, and, if you need to, you got hands: use them.
There are the BLM rallies where they tell white people to get to the back of the crowd or they exclude white people altogether.
Since there is a clear dearth of white people willing to violently threaten blacks in America, there’s the black New Jersey college student who attended BLM protests on campus and was later arrested for posting fake racist death threats against black people on campus. There are the picket signs that say today’s black people aren’t like the shuffling Stepin Fetchits of yore and that WE WILL FUCK YOU UP.
There are so many threats of violence, one is left to wonder why police wind up getting into so many violent encounters with them.
And then there’s Micah Xavier Johnson, a BLM supporter who murdered four policeman and a transit officer in Dallas in 2016 at a BLM rally. Unlike nearly every cop and vigilante who’s been accused of racist murder in the past couple generations, Johnson openly stated that he wanted to kill white people.
After Rodney King was beaten by the LAPD and his assailants were acquitted, 54 people died in the riots. At last count, at least 25 people have died in the ongoing George Floyd riots.
What seems clear about Black Lives Matter at this point are two things:
1) They only seem to care about black lives when it is politically convenient.
2) They talk more about killing white people than I’ve ever heard any white “racist” talk about killing black people.
In short, what Black Lives Matter says about white people is that white people don’t deserve to live.
]]>American whites have heard this narrative their whole lives. This nuance-free reading of history, with one side purely evil and the other purely good, has escalated in severity over the years. Many, if not most, American whites have even internalized it. But it has not been their experience. At all.
Their entire lives they’ve been told who they are, and they know it’s not true. It may have been true 100 years ago—at least for the whites who weren’t dying on the battlefield or getting blasted to bits in coal-mine explosions—but it has never been true for a moment of their lives. They have never known the slightest taste of the “white privilege” they’ve been accused of enjoying. The only identity allowed to them is one of self-abnegation and shame. In fact, “allowed” is too gentle a term—this identity is being forced on them.
I suspect this force-fed guilt may backfire in spectacular fashion.
There are multiple generations of American whites who’ve never experienced the old white America the left fixates on, the old white America they pretend not only still exists in significant numbers but actually still has the cultural upper hand.
Roots came in eight episodes lasting a total of nine hours and thirty-six minutes. Despite the fact that if its narrative had been aimed at any other demographic besides whites it would currently be categorized and banned as “hate speech,” I encourage all white Americans to watch it, if only to get a glimpse at the lopsided defamation their ilk has been receiving for generations now.
Then—as an interesting little experiment—I’d encourage all white Americans to watch nine hours and thirty-six minutes of handheld video from the ongoing riots that depict black mobs beating the ever-living fuck out of white people from coast to coast and overseas.
Force their eyelids to remain open Clockwork Orange-style for nearly ten hours and make them look at all the misspelled calls for white genocide. Have them look at video after video of bloodthirsty black mobs torturing white people for no other crime than being white—and laughing while they do it. Force them to stare at white people so thoroughly demoralized that they throw screaming fits at the mere possibility of publicly being outed as a “racist.” Force them to observe how UC Berkeley recently issued a statement acknowledging that, yes, OK, sure, a white student was recently murdered, but “many of us” are too busy mourning the far more important black deaths that occurred thousands of miles from campus to really care about that dead white boy.
How will they be able to deny that what’s going on right here and right now is easily as cruel and systematic as anything depicted in Roots?
There are so many of these videos. And so many people I know tell me they can’t watch them anymore. It’s too sickening. But they also feel helpless. And hopeless. And that’s not encouraging when a war is being waged against you.
They know they’re not what they’ve been told they are. They also know that if they speak up, they will be dogpiled.
Have whites already waved the white flag?
When I was a kid, being white was all about expansion and pride. We ruled the world, and the last emotional response to this fact that would possibly occur to us would be guilt or shame.
Now, being white is all about retreat and apology.
The problem with retreating, though, is that you eventually run out of space. You run smack-dab into a wall or a mountain, and then you have to turn around and face what you’ve been fleeing.
There are now entire generations of whites who’ve only known the “privilege” of being blamed for all the evil throughout world history.
Sooner or later, most whites will be able to clearly see the difference between Picture A and Picture B, between what they’re told is going on and what they can see is going on.
Actually, I think we’ve reached this point. The only thing that remains uncertain is how many white people will feel brave enough to start publicly mentioning the glaring disparities between Picture A and Picture B.
Few things enrage me more than realizing someone’s been exploiting my good faith by lying to me. That’s what was at the center of my “transformation” around 30 years ago, when I realized that if the narrative was truly about tolerance, they’d tolerate white people just as well as they embrace everyone else.
White Americans have endured a systematic program of brainwashing that would have alarmed Orwell. They’ve watched how double standards have copulated, breeding quadruple and octuple standards. They’ve been forced to embrace a world that is obviously upside-down, because they know if they open their mouths, their teeth will get kicked out.
But what happens if you remain silent but get kicked in the teeth anyway?
People, especially in groups, have a tremendous capacity for self-deception, but it’s not limitless.
What’s wrong with wanting to live in a world that is friendly to the very idea of your existence?
What’s wrong with objecting to a world that blames you for everything that’s wrong in it?
And how do any of these simple questions qualify as “extremism”?
When in history has a majority population allowed this to be done to themselves? What does it say about the mental condition of white Americans that the moment in their history when they are least likely to attack and demean blacks is also the time when they are most convinced that white-on-black attacks are out of control? If white people were remotely as nasty as they say, would they have cowered and just let all this happen?
Forced tolerance ends when they smack you in the head with a brick.
It all ends when they rape your daughter.
It all ends when they take your job.
It all ends when they burn your house down.
What happens when modern whites realize they are guilty of nothing and are the sole victims of organized modern racial hatred?
There are some white people afflicted with what I diagnosed years ago as “Passover Syndrome.” They’re stuck in some inverted-guilt loop where the worse they feel about who they are, the better they feel about themselves. They’ve deluded themselves into thinking that all their virtue-signaling will somehow magically make nonwhites see them as allies rather than as racial enemies. I don’t think, as some suggest, that whites carry some altruism gene that will prove to be their undoing. I believe it’s the cumulative effect of propaganda, psychological terror, and demographic bullying.
The white people who think all this is headed anywhere good are the biggest fools in world history. Let them fall off the cliff that remains after they’ve sandblasted the faces off Mount Rushmore. If they’re actually swallowing the nonsense that’s been shoveled down their throats, I won’t shed a tear when they wind up choking on it.
I see something absolutely psychopathic in the face of Robin DiAngelo, author of White Fragility. Her face looks as if it’s about to crack and fall to pieces at any moment. Miss DiAngelo certainly looks fragile, so I suspect she’s projecting.
But as things get worse, white fragility will turn to white hostility. Not everyone is as weak and willing to capitulate as the world’s traitorous Barbara DiAngelos.
Whether or not you’re dumb enough to believe race is a social construct, you should at least be wise enough to realize that white people are easy to pick out of a crowd. It doesn’t matter if you think you’re on the “other” side—your skin color marks and tags you as white. An identity has been forced on you. Groucho Marx said he’d never join a club that would have him as a member. But no white person has a choice about belonging to this club—their membership is tattooed on every square inch of their skin.
Black identity was formed by outsiders by constant persecution. So was Zionism. And the new white identity will be formed the same way. By necessity, whites will bond based on a common shared experience of being demonized. People who weren’t remotely “racist” a year ago now realize they’re being targeted.
White people will finally discard the ancient Roots stereotypes and realize their new reality is encapsulated by all the handheld video beatings that blacks administer to whites and post on World Star Hip Hop. A new identity will be formed not on what they’re being told about the past, but what they’ve witnessed with their own eyes.
Suddenly whites are realizing that this whole “anti-whiteness” thing is reality—almost enshrined into law at this point—rather than a cockamamie conspiracy theory.
In fact, they’re realizing the true wacky conspiracy theory is the idea that white people are conspiring AT ALL about ANYTHING. There is no demographic in America that is more hopelessly fractured and at war with itself than white America.
But now they have a common bond, one that can’t be splintered by squabbles about nationality or religion or ideology. They are white whether they like it or not, and people are gunning for them.
The new white identity will revolve around modern reality and not TV movies about the 1850s. It won’t be about guilt this time around. It’ll be about being guilt-tripped. It won’t be about hurting others; it’ll be focused on the “white wounding” that others are openly encouraging.
There comes a point where your brain explodes and you can no longer expend the energy to pretend that what they’re telling you is true.
Today’s whites, ye sluggards, aren’t “waking” up so much as they’re having cold water poured on them while someone bangs on pots and pans until they’re forcibly ripped from slumber’s bliss.
This is all going to create a whole new breed of white people, though.
The avowed enemies of All Things White seem to suffer the delusion that they’ve already tattooed a permanent fatal stigma onto the soul of white folks.
In reality, they may have given them a much-needed gift.
]]>This article is being published on the second day of what will likely be the longest summer in American history. After a hyper-claustrophobic national lockdown that took us from the end of winter to the cusp of summer, suddenly the blacks decided to get angry.
I jest, of course—not that the blacks are angry, but that they were the ones who made the decision. The decision was made for them through a meticulously managed plan of indoctrination and selective access to information.
They were told who to blame. And blame them they did. Ironically, they were told this BY the people who were actually to blame, but that’s the way it always works.
Plus, what do they have to lose? It’s not like they’re all suddenly going to become physicists. This is a power move, and if you can’t grab power by inventing things, smash that Gucci store window and grab a fistful of diamonds. I get it.
How bad will things get? Some degree of really, really, really really, really fucking bad. This will not be like the Civil War, where at least you had a neat geographical dividing line.
Geographically, it’s going to be mostly urban versus rural. A county-by-county red-and-blue map of the 2016 presidential election would be a good way to understand how this particular balloon is going to pop. The red has a lot more land and a lot more whites and a lot more guns. The blue has a lot more institutional and financial power and a lot more nonwhites.
And I hate to break this to you, but this is a race war. It’s not Republicans versus Democrats, East versus West, individualism versus collectivism, Christians versus atheists, or any of the things they’re trying to say it’s about. It’s a race war.
Why? Because the war’s official rallying cry starts with the word “Black.” This isn’t Blue versus Grey. This is White versus Everyone Else.
I didn’t want a race war. No one I know did. But one has obviously been declared.
I didn’t want to be right about all this.
Just as everyone knows they’re going to die but kind of has to pretend they aren’t just so they can get out of bed in the morning, I knew this was coming but I tried to pretend it would happen after I died.
And now it’s here. So what do you do?
Do you shut up? Doesn’t work anymore. Even “white silence is violence” now. First, they made it so that every word out of your mouth is “hate speech.” Now it’s “hate speech” even if you don’t say anything.
They aren’t making it easy, are they?
It’s hard not to snap when you see video after video after video after video after video after video after video after video after video of black people stomping and beating and thrashing and kicking and mobbing whites of every age—and laughing merrily while doing it—while the media stubbornly ignores it all, cherry-picks statistically rare events of alleged black victimization, and amplifies them beyond all resemblance to statistical reality.
And amid all this taunting and gaslighting, when someone who probably already had mental issues finally snaps and does something violent, they’ll say…
“See? Told you.”
There are a whole lot of ways to be smart through all this, and that’s assuming there will be a way through it.
And there are a whole lot of ways to be stupid.
If you realize that things are almost certain to get violent, you’d be smart to stay in a safe area and make sure you were able to defend yourself by any means necessary, as our ol’ pal Malcolm Little used to say.
If you start spouting off on Twitter about killing people, that’s stupid. Well, if you’re a government agent trying to entrap people, it’s smart, because you’re only doing your job. But for anyone else, it’s Dumbsville, USA.
If you’ve seen the George Floyd video 800 million times, you’d get the impression this sort of thing happens 800 million times. So that’s why they show it 800 million times.
You want to look away, but you can’t. And it doesn’t matter when you realize that looking away isn’t going to save you anymore.
It’s been hard to write the past few weeks because not only am I more disgusted than I’ve ever been, it’s hard to see the point in writing sometimes. Sure, you can articulate what a few other people have only suspected and make a few friends out of the deal—but beyond that, the vast masses of people have proved to be irredeemably dumb. The dumber the idea, the more fiercely they will cling to it like a monkey trying to crack open a coconut by smashing it on his balls.
White people, I’m talking to you, too.
If there’s anything positive to come out of the past month, we may have finally seen the death of the ludicrous idea that race doesn’t exist—and especially that whiteness doesn’t exist. White people are easy to find in a riot. All the videos prove it.
]]>On Friday night, police responded to a call about a black male who was sleeping in his car while in the drive-thru lane of a Wendy’s restaurant just south of downtown. After police arrived, the suspect, 27-year-old father of four Rayshard Brooks, allegedly failed a sobriety test. Footage shows him actively fighting the two white cops who tried to arrest him. He seized a Taser from one of the police and then ran. While running, he turned back and pointed the Taser at the cop, who responded by shooting him. It’s all on film—and none of it matters.
Of course, there’s no “national discussion” about the plague of black males resisting arrest, even though that’s been a feature in every last one of these high-profile Race Porn cases.
That’s because at this moment in the USA, black feelings matter more than anything else. An unwarranted concern for black feelings—don’t EVER make them angry—may be the wrecking ball that obliterates this country beyond repair.
Is it worth it?
Last week, Ireland’s prime minister Leo Varadkar expressed empathy for the poor blacks who are trapped in Ireland rather than luxuriating back home somewhere in Zimbabwe and said that “black lives matter, but also black feelings matter too.” Varadkar has also expressed more positive feelings toward an American black man named George Floyd than toward the white Irish teen who was stabbed last week by a black teen whose presumed cohorts celebrated the stabbing by proclaiming, “When we finished beating your boys we claiming your girls as our prizes.” To my knowledge, even though Varadkar has bleated loudly against “racism” toward blacks in Ireland and the USA, he hasn’t yet made a peep about this white Irish teen’s stabbing.
Long ago, I was robbed at gunpoint by a black guy in Center City Philly. Was also sucker-punched by a black guy in South Philly while a throng of blacks stood around, cheering. I know a white woman who was raped by a black guy in Chicago almost two years ago. I know someone here in Atlanta whose two roommates were murdered by black thugs five years ago. I strain to think of anyone I know who hasn’t had some sort of extraordinarily unpleasant encounter with a black person.
Miraculously, despite all the “racists” with whom I rub elbows in my editorial meanderings, I’ve never met anyone who’s committed a violent crime against a black person. Not once. Ever.
Something is seriously wrong with the picture that’s being painted.
The narrative has been mangled far beyond any resemblance to reality. They have diligently sculpted a rock-hard Social Gospel that preemptively rules out every possible explanation for black failure besides “racism.”
We hear that blacks built this country. I didn’t realize you were able to build the world’s sole superpower merely by picking cotton. If that’s the case, one is forced to wonder why they aren’t creating any cotton-pickin’ superpowers in sub-Saharan Africa.
We hear about the nine or so annual killings of unarmed black people by police, but never about the 5,000-8,000 annual black-on-black murders.
We hear about how blacks are supposedly “kept down” here, but never about the fact that on average, black Americans live 15 years longer than black people in Africa and make $15,000 more per year.
We hear about how the system exploits blacks. Funny, but all the stats I’ve seen suggest that they take far more from the public till than they contribute to it. Over half of black households pay no taxes at all, so exactly who’s the exploiter here?
We hear that blacks are constantly being violently terrorized by whites. We never hear the real interracial crime stats. Never.
Merely by mentioning how wildly reality clashes with the popular narrative of unending brutality against blacks, you are ostracized and unpersoned and forever banished from polite society. And the worst part is that a huge part of those doing the social lynching are other white people operating on the laughably naïve assumption that somehow their loud gestures will spare them when the witching hour comes.
You can’t breathe? White people should wear T-shirts that say I CAN’T SPEAK.
What could possibly go wrong when you keep making concessions to people who are the emotional and intellectual equivalents of children?
I believe the current national crisis has not been caused by an undervaluation of black life but rather an unwarranted reverence for—and fear of—black people’s feelings. Despite the torrents of propaganda, there is no defamation of blacks in the media. Instead, it is constant unrealistic praise. Black Americans have received so much sympathy, they appear to be overdosing on it.
Obviously no one gives a shit about my feelings or those of any white male at this point. You’ve made that brutally clear. And yet we haven’t burned buildings over it. Maybe we’re less insecure? Maybe, despite all your efforts, we feel far less shame about our history than black people feel about theirs?
We hear all the time about black rage, but never about black shame. It’s almost as if they have nothing to be ashamed of and countless reasons to be proud.
I’ve long thought that what underlies black rage is black shame. After all, it would seem to be quite a blow to the self-esteem to have such a history of being conquered and exploited and always winding up on the bottom no matter where you go or who surrounds you. It might make one wonder why this has been so easy to do historically. It might even lead an introspective person to suspect the deficiencies might lie with themselves rather than with everyone else.
No, white boy, shut yo’ pasty pink mouth, because BLACK LIVES MATTER MORE THAN WHITE FEELINGS.
When it comes to feelings, white men face an impossible scenario—they are either presumed to not have feelings at all (because they’re monsters), or they’re mocked for expressing any feelings at all—boo-hoo-hoo, white boy, go drown in your tears. The only feeling they’re permitted to express is a deep and incurable sense of self-hatred.
Explain to me why I should care about the feelings of people who don’t care about mine. I can’t spare a single feeling for someone who wishes me dead.
I’m supposed to kowtow to a gaggle of illiterate oinking livestock who can’t tell the difference between feelings and facts.
It’s all so tiresome.
My friends, I have a severe case of Negro Fatigue. I am all Negroed-out. I’m sorry, but I can’t feel sorry for them anymore. And a lot of people—far more than are brave enough to say anything about it—are feeling the same way.
If someone somewhere is even THOUGHT to have hurt black people’s feelings, the entire country will burn. And everyone knows it. If they didn’t know it a month ago, they know it now. Blacks have been conditioned and encouraged to express volcanic rage at the tiniest perceived slight. Black people now possess the heckler’s veto, and it is the law of the land.
I’ve seen what happens when Americans care too much about black people’s feelings. It’s happening right now before your horrified eyes.
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