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And The Dumb Shall Inherit The Earth

Wednesday, November 15th, 2017

Houston, we have a problem. A worse problem than having Sheila Jackson Lee represent your fair city in Congress. This problem relates to how she can wonder where on Mars US astronauts put the flag and still keep getting reelected. Her being dumb is less problematic than a horde of gimmedat-seekers not caring how stupid she is as long the money keeps coming their way. If you want to know who is really stupid, take a look at all the people being born in the modern world.

The world’s IQ is currently in decline. Maybe its a slow decline, maybe its not in your neck of the woods. But it’s only five o’clock somewhere if the people in that locale are smart enough to read their watches or iPhones. That is increasingly debatable. With Dr. Richwine successfully burned at the stake as a sacrifice to the Cucks and the SJW Gods, perhaps we can get past chic outrage and actually lay out just how damn dumb it is really getting out there.

1. The population-weighted cross-national mean IQ-score is 89.03, with SD of 12.89, for 123 nations. There are roughly 550,000 individuals in the included samples.

2. The countries of Latvia and Belarus are new in the dataset and are included in the geographic means, but Latvia still has poor data quality.

3. At the level of records (source), my re-estimated (DB) and Richard’s original (L&V) data give:

DB: M=85.58; SD=13.73; N=358
L&V: M=85.36; SD=12.69; N=315

They are highly similar. The mean difference was estimated for 314 records as only 1.06, with a SD of 5.84. 75% of the re-estimated IQs are within this SD.

4. But I would also emphasize that there are some other re-estimated scores which more than 15 IQ-scores away from Richard’s and the reason for this has to be determined urgently. Especially scores from Coloured Progressive Matrices (the new ones) are sometimes implausible.

So, it is overall important for me to say that this is a work in progress and the dataset is more suitable to find global patterns rather than the exact IQs of single nations.

So let’s paint a picture of this for people who don’t speak the Sperg Tongue of Statistics on a regular basis.

How does this statistical model compare to what has been rigorously measured in the field? Here’s what has been measured about 15 years ago in the field.

These numbers came from a work carried out from 2002 to 2006 by Richard Lynn, a British Professor of Psychology, and Tatu Vanhanen, a Finnish Professor of Political Science, who conducted IQ studies in more than 80 countries.

This gives us a slightly more nuanced view than the model. Countries can certainly get plenty dumb, but nobody produces a population of IQ 120 for example.

To get a sense of why Lynn-Verhanen is a bad news story, let’s juxtapose it against the predictive model.

So the obvious question then becomes which nations are having kids. Are they the smart ones or the dumb ones? The New Scientist tells us the following:

Could the population bomb be about to go off in the most unexpected way? Rather than a Malthusian meltdown, could we instead be on the verge of a demographic implosion?

To find out how and why, go to Japan, where a recent survey found that people are giving up on sex. Despite a life expectancy of 85 and rising, the number of Japanese is falling thanks to a fertility rate of just 1.4 children per woman, and a reported epidemic of virginity. The population, it seems, are too busy (and too shy) to procreate.

It’s catching. Half the world’s nations have fertility rates below the replacement level of just over two children per woman. Countries across Europe and the Far East are teetering on a demographic cliff, with rates below 1.5. On recent trends, Germany and Italy could see their populations halve within the next 60 years.

These are predominantly the White and South-East Asian Cultures. Where are children still being rapidly procreated? Here’s where according to The New Scientist.

For now, the world’s population continues to rise. From today’s 7.4 billion people, we might reach 9 billion or so, mostly because of high fertility in Africa. The UN predicts a continuing upward trend, with population reaching around 11.2 billion in 2100. But this seems unlikely. After hitting the demographic doldrums, no country yet has seen its fertility recover. Many demographers expect a global crash to be under way by 2076.

Again, a picture is worth a thousand words. Here are two that will clue you in on where our next generational cohort is being born exactly.

Now the Liberal Arts Whiner would ask “But what does all this mean?”

Fair question and here’s your answer. We start by marrying out two data sets that track IQ by nation. These two data sets had a total of 182 countries that had both IQ and TFR data. Split these into deciles, and we can compare the smartest 18 countries (Decile 1) to the dumbest 18 countries (Decile 10) with regared to both IQ and Birthrate. The chart below shows us what we learn.

1) TFR and IQ are negatively correlated. (TFR = -0.0742(IQ) + 8.9213). It intercepts the Population Replacement TFR (2.10) at IQ = 91.93. The 51 highest IQ nations amongst those that had measured both IQ and TFR could be predicted to be below TFR. Only 4 statistical outlier nations amongst the 51 highest were above 2.10.

2) 131 Nations were below the 91.93 IQ threshold. Of those, only 90 had a TFR above replacement. This is a replacement rate of 70%. (90/131).

This obviously suggests that our future involves a continued decline in global IQ. Eventually, we will have to encourage the smarter people of the world to place a bet on the future. It belongs to the people who bother to show up, and those putting a hand in the air don’t seem to bring much to the table. Without a change in the attitudes of intelligent people towards reproducing, the dumb shall truly inherit the Earth.

Freedom of Dissociation Must Become A Right

Tuesday, November 14th, 2017

I opine today in vigorous concord and comity with Mr. Ekow N. Yankaw and all the wonderful people who write for and edit The New York Times. It’s very rarely that I read an article on The New York Times and nod along agreeing. It’s even more uncommon, almost unheard of, to hear them so effectively amplify a point made by the profoundly and fearlessly observant John Derbyshire.

(10) Thus, while always attentive to the particular qualities of individuals, on the many occasions where you have nothing to guide you but knowledge of those mean differences, use statistical common sense:
(10a) Avoid concentrations of blacks not all known to you personally.
(10b) Stay out of heavily black neighborhoods.
(10c) If planning a trip to a beach or amusement park at some date, find out whether it is likely to be swamped with blacks on that date (neglect of that one got me the closest I have ever gotten to death by gunshot).
(10d) Do not attend events likely to draw a lot of blacks.
(10e) If you are at some public event at which the number of blacks suddenly swells, leave as quickly as possible.
(10f) Do not settle in a district or municipality run by black politicians.
(10g) Before voting for a black politician, scrutinize his/her character much more carefully than you would a white.
(10h) Do not act the Good Samaritan to blacks in apparent distress, e.g., on the highway.
(10i) If accosted by a strange black in the street, smile and say something polite but keep moving.

In other words, John Derbyshire just doesn’t believe blacks and whites can consistantly get along on a daily basis. Of course this was the heights of utter heresy. He got fired, and then publicly condemned. Repeatedly. By the people he used to work with.

So none of the Thinking People, The Scholars of Perspicacious Intellect, The Tolerant Ones, The Voices of Eternal Reason (or at least ineffable tenure at some #SJW sinecure) could possibly buttress John Derbyshire’s view of the world. Oh, wait

It is impossible to convey the mixture of heartbreak and fear I feel for him. Donald Trump’s election has made it clear that I will teach my boys the lesson generations old, one that I for the most part nearly escaped. I will teach them to be cautious, I will teach them suspicion, and I will teach them distrust. Much sooner than I thought I would, I will have to discuss with my boys whether they can truly be friends with white people.

He has no choice, you see. He has to give his children…!THE TALK! Now to listen to the media, we can only believe one of these people is correct. And we know which one the The Thinking People, The Righteous Ones, The Grand Torquemadas of Love and Tolerance, tell us that decent Amerikans are enjoined to support. Well let me offer you an option that isn’t on the menu amongst those who hate you so much they get upset anytime white people breed amongst their own kind.

Agree with both of them. If Ekow N. Yankah simply can’t bring himself to have his precious offspring around my boy because any child of mine is tainted by The Caucasian Persuasion, then that is certainly his right. The Little League Baseball Team, The Municipal Youth Orchestra, the Korean Language and Culture School and the Religious Private School my son attends will all find a way to stagger forward absent the blessed, enlightened seed of Ekow N. Yankah, The High Lama of Blackity-Black-Black-Black. I understand. That stuff is just homestyle down here amongst the ‘Baca Chawing Hicks down here in Madison County, AL. Exposing his saintly offspring to this sort of inbred, cousin-screwing in the outhouse Crackashit would have the poor young tyke playing the counterpoint to the banjo jingle from the movie Deliverance.

Go away Ekow N. Yankah. Don’t let the White Man’s door hit your ass on the way out. Nobody is calling you up 24 hours a day and saying “Please Ekow N. Yankah, bless us with your precious diversity!” You know, we honkey mofos managed a thing or two without your coruscating brilliance to light the higher path for us. When a couple of your by-blows comes up with stuff like this, get back to me about how my kids aren’t good enough to play with one of yours. I mean, these white people are downright scary.

Euclidean geometry. Parabolic geometry. Hyperbolic geometry. Projective geometry. Differential geometry. Calculus: Limits, continuity, differentiation, integration. Physical chemistry. Organic chemistry. Biochemistry. Classical mechanics. The indeterminacy principle. The wave equation. The Parthenon. The Anabasis. Air conditioning. Number theory. Romanesque architecture. Gothic architecture. Information theory. Entropy. Enthalpy. Every symphony ever written. Pierre Auguste Renoir. The twelve-tone scale. The mathematics behind it, twelfth root of two and all that. S-p hybrid bonding orbitals. The Bohr-Sommerfeld atom. The purine-pyrimidine structure of the DNA ladder. Single-sideband radio. All other radio. Dentistry. The internal-combustion engine. Turbojets. Turbofans. Doppler beam-sharpening. Penicillin. Airplanes. Surgery. The mammogram. The Pill. The condom. Polio vaccine. The integrated circuit. The computer. Football. Computational fluid dynamics. Tensors. The Constitution. Euripides, Sophocles, Aristophanes, Aeschylus, Homer, Hesiod. Glass. Rubber. Nylon. Skyscrapers. The piano. The harpsichord. Elvis. Acetylcholinesterase inhibitors. (OK, that’s nerve gas, and maybe we didn’t really need it.) Silicone. The automobile. Really weird stuff, like clathrates, Buckyballs, and rotaxanes. The Bible. Bug spray. Diffie-Hellman, public-key cryptography, and RSA. Et cetera at great length.

I think the only thing that fix the utter tragedy of your children being tainted with the musty, backwoods stink of mine is a new civil right. One that will help our society become a whole heck of a lot more civil than your bigoted screed in The New York Times, Mr. Ekow N. Yankah. We need Freedom of Association. You get the right to ban me and mine from any activity you can plan, build and operate on your own. Any business you start, I don’t have to be allowed through the door. Any church you and yours found has no obligation to give the sick degenerates of my phenotype any membership or sacrament. I see no reason you should even have me and my kind in any neighborhood you can buy up and build up. If you don’t want me around, I’m not begging for your company.

In return: I can banish you. I can never have to pay for the illegitimate kids that comprise 80% of your race’s cohort in Modern Amerika. I don’t believe they are good enough to be friends with my kids. I just don’t believe decent White People can trust the little bastards. Martin Luther King, Jr had a dream that we would all judge people by the content of their characters and not the color of their skins. If you want him to put the bong down and wake up and smell the asphalt; we’re good Brother Man. If Rodney King asks you “Can’t we all just get along?” and you say not until you get off the dope and the welfare, Knee-Grow, rave the fvck on John Dunne!

If you, Mr. Ekow N. Yankah; are ready to acknowledge that tribe, race, genetic heritage and cultural home training all impact character and therefore should be taken account when judging character than congratulations! Ekow N. Yankah, your Alt-Right Certificate of Rudimentary Intellectual Achievement is waiting for you right here at Amerika.org. Your Amerika.org Kewpie Doll is in your email inbox. Make it your mascot when you tell us all more hate truths over at The Gnu Yawwk Times. Or, if you are just another BLM hypocritical bullshitter, than I denounce you for the shrivel-dick, huckstering, psuedo-intellectual posuer that you are and hereby publically condemn The New York Times for publishing a man with the proximate IQ of a rotting pomegranate. And in conclusion, I’ve had about enough of singing kumbaya with these malignant hating blackguards hell-bent on White Genocide.

And The Alt-Right Shall Inherit The Right

Friday, November 10th, 2017

The Alt-Right doesn’t like everyone on the Right and most of that so-called Amerikan Right would rather not be associated with the Alt-Right. This, of course, has nothing to do with whether the Alt-Right has the right of things morally and politically speaking. We do, they don’t, and the more and the harder the SJWs double down on their purge of the non-believers, the more those non-believers of various belief systems, and predominantly alabaster skin hues, will be quietly and unobtrusively slinking into the rear pews of our less pompous version of the cathedral every Sunday.

The Alt-White grows as SJWs project their own behavior in order to accuse all who denigrate or dissent from their agenda as !RACIST! Here we can see the accusation.

Here we have the reality.

Newton’s Third Law is not just a law of physics. It is probably a Platonic Form representing an absolute, God-Breathed Truth. You cannot indefinitely tension a spring. It will gain potential energy until it overcomes all friction and opposing force. The restoring force will be a reaction, and that doesn’t just apply in the realms of engineering and physics.

Consider Rod Dreher the Cuckservative version of a tension-bearing spring. He will put up with much Umgwalagwala before submitting, as he must, to the inherent truth and beauty of the Gawdawlmiddy Alt-Right. Here he reacts to how the Dems are recruiting their new base of tech talent.

They do not want white heterosexual males to apply (unless you’re a transgendered male). Note the “they/them/theirs” at the bottom. Doesn’t matter if you have the tech skills to help the Democrats win elections. If you’re a cisgendered straight white male, your application goes to the bottom of the pile. Brilliant, just brilliant. The thing that just slays me about liberals like this is that they have no clue whatsoever that this kind of discrimination is immoral and offensive.

Well, no. It didn’t actually slay poor Cuck Dreher. But it stuck hard in his craw because once upon a time it just about did. His tale of woe at the hands of the SJW Tolerance and Diversity Torquemadas follows below.

This stuff is not new. I was told in 1997 by a newspaper that initially welcomed my job application that my CV was put in limbo because the publisher decided that he didn’t want a white male in that job, unless they couldn’t find anybody as qualified as me. After a national job search that lasted several months, their search was fruitless, and they said they would now like to bring me in for a job interview. By then, I had just taken a job in NYC, and was on my way to a different life. I’m glad things worked out the way they did for me, but man, did that experience ever stay with me. It impressed upon me the injustice of the days when prejudice kept women and minorities for being considered fairly for jobs. That was unjust. But you don’t make up for one injustice by perpetrating another. That’s what the (white, male) liberal publisher of that newspaper was trying to do.

So what did he realize about Muh Civil Rites? The same thing that BLM recently taught us about rights in general. You have the rights that you are willing to eat some other bastard’s filthy intestines over in order to perserve.

Do you know when you have a first amendment right in Amerika? There are four occasions. 1) You are surrounded by law-abiding individuals who actually accept their socialization into our current managerial state. They will voluntarily allow you to say things they may or may not like without brutalizing you. 2) You are Chuck Norris. 3) You come armed well enough to not have to be Chuck Norris. 4) The State enforces on whomever would like to forcibly shut you up. So neither one nor four happened at The College of William and Mary in Virginia. If they consistently don’t happen, then you either become a hard, hard man or fornicate and forget whatever right you have some delusional belief in from your High School Civics Class.

So poor Rod Dreher, (and I don’t even call him that to mock him anymore) he has to act completely outside his fundamental nature as a man in order to preserve any illusion that he can keep on Cucking in The Free World. He has to shoot (or at least vote) to kill if he doesn’t want he, his offspring, and his beloved kind disposed.

This mentality exemplified by Madeleine Leader has a lot to do with why, at the end of the day, I’ll end up voting Republican out of pure self-protection, and to protect the job prospects of my children, especially my sons. Good job, Democrats. You are telling straight white people that they are second-class citizens who don’t deserve fairness. You’ll continue to find self-hating liberal whites who are willing to accept this garbage, but many more aren’t falling for it — and know what kind of world Democrats are preparing for them when and if they take power again. As a registered Independent whose economic and foreign policy views are to the left of the average Republican’s, I would love to have the chance to consider voting Democratic in a national election, especially with the GOP in such a mess. But out of self-protection, I can’t take that chance.

I was (even) way more the Cuck once. Then I, like Rod Dreher, was told by these Cuckwads that they could taste my stink. It’s a message that resonates. It alters how you think. It is already altering how Rod Dreher votes. How many other NeverTrumps felt a similar moral and philosophical alienation? How many of them felt that everything they were told by their moral betters was right was also rat poison to their own future and that of their offspring? How long do they stay in tension before Newton’s Third Law kicks in?

How long? Not long. Neo-Reaction is to politics what the restoring force is to Newtonian Physics. When the tension makes the Cucks snap back, they are coming our way. You can only only roll to disbelieve reality in Advanced Dungeons and Dragons. You can only live on the philosophical equivalent of nothing but Twinkies and Scotch in a satirical Kurt Vonnegut story. The closest I ever came to actually liking Nick Saban and The University of Alabama football team was when Coach Saban called the narrative being spun by the local media covering his team rat poison.

Not even an idiot like (((Rod Dreher))) is stupid enough to order rat poison as his favorite upscale Bistro. Nobody else will either. This is why we need to perservere, critique and rail against the madness of diversity and demand Freedom of Association. We, the Alt-Right are actually right. No matter how the SJWs lie, not matter how the Cucks stab us in the back, we and only we are the few and brave on the side of God. Deus Effing Vult. The Alt-Right shall inherit the Right. Nature cannot otherwise function. We must continue onward in our righteous crusade.

Savonarola Is The End State of Cultural Collapse

Wednesday, November 8th, 2017

Let’s say you’ve hit bottom. You’ve tried to keep digging, but the bedrock broke your power tools. The drugs and bug spray can’t keep the big, ugly spiders from crawling around on your ceiling. The “art” is all repulsive trash. Lucian Freud looks uplifting in comparison. Your magazines are either straight-up porn, or amateur incest porn. Cosmopolitan ideals involve screwing anything that doesn’t qualify as livestock because that would actually make you look backwoods. Once that becomes your culture, you really need Jesus.

And you’re gonna get Jesus too. It won’t be nice, happy Cuckservative Jesus. He won’t be very happy. His zeal-infected followers won’t feel that way either. They’ll take one look at Hillary, Michelle Obama, or even all six hundred obnoxious pounds of Rosie O’Donnell and realize that Cotton Mather kind of had a point.

So maybe we can just get away from it all. We’ll go to the movie theater and…contribute money to the bank accounts of guys who jack themselves off to water the geraniums.

Yes, Amerika, you Google “Weinstein masturbating into potted plants” and get the following hit third in your list. !DO NOT! order the gumbo. And if you criticize these perverted, repulsive, hateful jerks, they tell you they live a gay lifestyle. That makes it different. I mean Kevin Spacey is !GAY! What can you expect out of him?

He chooses to live a gay lifestyle. Does that mean it isn’t hardwired? Could he have married a high school cheerleader, rather than buggering some poor wannabe Key-Grip? If choosing a gay lifestyle means you attempt the statutory rape of 14 year-old boys, does ISIS have a point when they chuck them off the roofs in Ninevah?

These are questions that only have to be asked when equality and tolerance are the watch words of a managerial society that keeps hammering down the nails that stand up too high. We are getting what we’ve been told to tolerate for the last century and it increasingly tastes like Jonestown Koolaid. People are spitting it out and then projectile-vomiting whatever they managed to initially keep down. This scares your average Cuck-Stonertarian.

The fallout from the Harvey Weinstein scandals and the ripples from the “#MeToo” movement are having indubitably positive effects — above all, exposing and bringing to account predators who have enjoyed impunity due to their power and status. But there are some pitfalls. Many people — not just men with skeletons in the closet — fear that careers may be destroyed over minor misconduct and ambiguous transgressions. Troubling rhetoric abounds, condemning all sexually tinged dynamics in the workplace, stereotyping men as abusers and women as perpetual victims in need of quasi-Victorian protections..

And it also begins to boomerang back on people who have stood on the shoulders of leftist revolution for their entire careers. David Corn at Mother Jones Magazine is not the guy you think of pimp-rolling through Bed-Stuy in a gaudy, pink Pimpmobile. He’s the zit on the arse of ossified “Progressive” opinion journalism. But now he is portrayed as a manster with the hands of a horny octopus around the office. He’ll totally need to burn at the stake. Crucify him on The Tree of Woe!

And this sort of a destructive overshoot is exactly what you can expect. People are rediscovering why we had cultural standards. Chivalry, courtship, romance and gender roles all kept the shaved monkees from chucking too many nasty turds. Cultures police themselves and make civilized living viable. Kill the culture and the civilization dies. A dead civilization doesn’t just go away. It maunders like a Zombie Extra, long after The Walking Dead has nuked the fridge and nobody cares what Machona does on the next episode.

How do you get rid of this garbage? You burn it in the burn barrel: three parts diesel, 1 part Mo-Gas. Chop, stir and try not to breathe the smoke in. Once a culture has been poisoned, its civilization is dead. The civilians don’t like that. Once they realize that Rome is burning, they demand answers from the people that promised them happiness while stealing their future. They don’t get answers from the people who lied to them. There are no answers, so somebody else offers you one. Duterte didn’t become president in a healthy, thriving society. Trump didn’t either.

So who do we get if we don’t pull ourselves out of the ditch? We get the guy who fires up the bulldozer and fills that ditch with dirt and buries all the sorry losers who can’t climb and dig fast enough. We get Savonarola who turns the rhetoric of Jerry Fallwell into the actions of an infuriated Oliver Cromwell. Anybody with a brain should be purging the rot around them as peaceably as is still possible. It’s going to get taken care of. It will be done with pruning shears or a flame thrower. The choice is now yours, in the immediate vicinity around you. Amerika died as functional, decent society. We’re debating how violent and murderous we are going to have to be in order to take out all the rotting trash.

How The UN Is Like A Corrupt Wall Street Mortgage Bond

Saturday, November 4th, 2017

Mark Steyn had his own unique and colorful description of a problem that afflicts the UN and that also led to great pain and suffering for Amerikans too heavily involved with the housing industry or Wall Street. We’ll call it the Conundrum of Dog Feces Ice Cream. Mark shares the, umm, recipe for this delicacy below.

It’s a good basic axiom that if you take a quart of ice-cream and a quart of dog faeces and mix ’em together the result will taste more like the latter than the former. That’s the problem with the UN. If you make the free nations and the thug states members of the same club, the danger isn’t that they’ll meet each other half-way but that the free world winds up going three-quarters, seven-eighths of the way.

About a decade or so ago, the market for Mortgage Bonds in the US experienced a similar problem. A lot of lending companies were lending money to people who were all but spending it all on Doritos and Wild Irish Rose. Not only that, they were writing them Adjustable Rate, No Money Down, unverified credit mortgages. They then cleaned this up a bit by package several hundred of these sh!t-show mortgages into debt instruments along with a selection of “good” loans in order to spray a few puffs of Eu De Cologne on the dog chips. These were called collateralized mortgage obligations (CMOs).

Eventually, any system that mixes good with bad will do exactly what Mark Steyn opined the UN does. The creators pass off some flim or flam once, so they try again. This time they mix more crap in with the vanilla. The Ice Cream is only slightly less yummy, but hey, how many of the six-year olds are smart enough to catch on? So they go back and mix in a little bit more waste per unit volume. On Wall Street, this took the form of increasingly exotic derivative securities based on the originally pungent CMOs. People kept slamming worse and worse quality ARMs into these bonds until people finally took the short end of the trade. It was so bad that people like Dr. Mike Burry and Steve Eisman had to literally invent their own exotic securities to short the original exotic securities that no honest man would ever have traded in to begin with.

So how does the UN compare? What fraud is being hidden at Turtle Bay? President Donald Trump tells us the UN is a noble institution that could work as effectively as international terrorism if they just cut the red tape and unloaded a few hundred pounds of beaurocracy at a local port-a-shed. Mr. Trump is uncharacteristically and regrettably nice to these charlatans below.

President Trump delivered remarks at the United Nations Monday morning, arguing that the international body has yet to reach its “full potential” because there is simply too much “bureaucracy and mismanagement” in its current structure. “The United Nations was founded on truly noble goals,” President Trump said in New York City, before getting to the heart of his message. Despite an increase in U.N. funding, Trump said, “we are not seeing the results in line with this investment.”

The actual truth is better described by tirade. The UN is very efficient. It is doing exactly what it is designed to do. It sprays perfume on the Mugabes, Kims, and Maduros who inflict the misery that incompetent, stupid and egocentric leftist cults of personality always inflict upon the people they supposedly care so much about. Here’s what the US of A gets for $3B per year of charity towards these incorrigable bastards.

The U.N. Human Rights Council (UNHRC), Turtle Bay’s most influential U.N. body, has turned into a tool for notorious regimes. Several dictatorial nations maintain good standing on the council, including Venezuela, Cuba, Qatar, and other nations with horrific domestic human-rights records. Instead of promoting human rights, the UNHRC churns out resolution after resolution attacking the nation of Israel, while ignoring the real atrocities being committed across the globe on a daily basis.

In its heyday, the United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) was revered as an agency dedicated to the preservation of important global institutions. Today, UNESCO acts as an Islamic supremacist propaganda machine, attacking Jewish and Christian claims to holy sites in Jerusalem. Other agencies, such as the U.N. Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees (UNRWA), has promoted the destruction of Israel and helped perpetuate Arab-Israeli hostilities. During Israel’s 2014 war with Hamas, UNRWA-owned construction materials were found in Hamas terror tunnels. The terrorist group also utilized UNRWA schools to stockpile its missiles.

Backers of the UN say this is comparably benign. Here’s what happens when North Korea when they aren’t under the spotlight at Turtle Bay. He’s supposedly held a public execution featuring an anti-aircraft weapon. (And Bloomberg says this like it’s a bad thing.)
Yet a fraud remains a fraud. It becomes increasingly obvious and increasingly worse. The firemen burn things and the UN peacekeepers in Haiti disturb things far worse than just the peace. Read about !DIVERSITY! can be your strength too!

Here in Haiti, at least 134 Sri Lankan peacekeepers exploited nine children in a sex ring from 2004 to 2007, according to an internal UN report obtained by the AP. In the wake of the report, 114 peacekeepers were sent home. None was ever imprisoned. In March, UN Secretary-General Antonio Guterres announced new measures to tackle sexual abuse and exploitation by UN peacekeepers and other personnel. But the proclamation had a depressingly familiar ring: More than a decade ago, the United Nations commissioned a report that promised to do much the same thing, yet most of the reforms never materialized. For a full two years after those promises were made, the children in Haiti were passed around from soldier to soldier. And in the years since, peacekeepers have been accused of sexual abuse the world over.

Donald Trump and every other civilized leader needs to just call this entire charade off. There are no united nations at the UN. It is a wealth transfer forum that subsidizes state actors analogous to intestinal parasites. We need to stop feeding them unless we like having those adorable little boys in our bowels. Let Zimbabwe figure its own darn salvation out. Cutting Mugabe a check only gives a bigger psychosis budget. Are white Rhodesian farmers really worse off when the malignant Uruk-Hai in Zimbabwe’s internal repression force are too broke to afford top-notch ammo? Psst…Hey Donald. They aren’t gonna’ spend it on pharmaceuticals or textbooks when AK-47s are at a discount in the local black market.

The only way to get dog feces ice cream out of our diets is to stop allowing it. You get what you tolerate. What we tolerate from the UN demonstrably harms the commonweal of all innocent people. Think of the children! (And not in the way a typical UN Peacekeeper apparantly does.) The United States of America must show proper moral leadership and defund the UN after we evict them lock, stock and barrel from New York City. That is all.

Cuck Haunting

Tuesday, October 31st, 2017

Randall Lewis didn’t feel good about having to address the city council. It wasn’t his sort of venue. It involved interacting with more than 3 people on a single day. It didn’t go well with his nickname “Captain Autist.” But he’d been invited, thanks to an obnoxious, oleaginous slime who wrote for AL.Com. It’s the sort of crap he occasionally got for loyally serving a client. God knows he didn’t have many of those, so he pretty much had to serve them all loyally.

His line of work matched his personality or lack thereof. He was a real-life Ghostbuster, an investigator of paranormal phenomenon. He had an actual diploma from The Miskatonic University. Cthulhu put them on the map, but their alumni also diversified into demons and other paranormal entities as well. He was somewhat on the savage, freak edge. He specialized in Revenancy.

Revenancy caused him to go past dealing with Casper the Friendly Ghost. It also caused him to associate with people that didn’t typically show up at City Council meetings if the city was particularly safe. His co-workers, “Guns” and Hannifred, got their job-related training shooting at Robert Mugabe’s North Korean trained commandos during his consolidation of power in Zimbabwe. They were a bit long in the tooth, but they did still file their canines into nice, sharp points. He also occasionally cooperated with and worked for law enforcement. He was Alabama’s go to guy on so-called “Halloween Cases.” The $PLC wouldn’t think kindly of them referring to the paranormals as spooks.

You see Revenants are unique in the Spook Community. They don’t just stop in saying Boo. If you see one, you then see the Great Big Game Over Screen in the sky. Survivors of Revenant attacks aren’t still compos mentis. They typically have to be spoon-fed their applesauce if their faces are still attached. All ghosts are still able to manifest in the corporeal world due to regret. The Revenants are spirits of angry vengeance who regret they haven’t taken along a busload of normies for their final ride.

Investigators in Randall’s line of work have run out of shotgun shells or Uzi mags before they ran out of Corporeal Manifestation which was not a particularly nice way to wind up your business practice. The typical aftermath of a corporeal manifestation is expensive to clean up and repair and not a very pleasant crime scene for the bubbas in CSI. The only positive thing about one of these horror show undeads is that they can only manifest in a form which can kill or be killed when they are triggered. Figure out the trigger and you can either avoid, or better yet, deactivate the revenant.

The unassuming town of Frederick, AL wasn’t famous for anything. It once had quartered a traveling party of German emigrés en route to Texas. They kept a couple of restored, old buildings with “GTT” carved on the door to scam Congress out of money for historic downtown renovation. Then afterwards a plantation house ran a few acres of slave-tended cotton patch. It was the Took Plantation that was now becoming a historical problem. They were now afraid they were about to get infamous for The Ghost of Malindar Took’s Field Hand.

You see Malindar Took not only owned human beings with one hand, he also sexually abused the twelve-year-old females he owned with the other. Then, if such a thing is possible, he used the third hand to hypocritically criticize Alabama as a backwater slave pen that didn’t deserve it’s statehood until it manumitted the very young women that prevented the perverted Mr. Took from leading a lonely, unfulfilled life. And then on the fourth hand, after a couple of decades of despicable, base moral turpitude, he had a few cotton-pickers out there who didn’t quite sport the same level of umm, suntan as the others.

And Good, Old Malindar would always chide and upbraid those other, uncivilized slave holders for how they treated their chattel. He’d make a point of criticizing them for not giving them a chapel to properly worship the Lord in. They were supposed to be properly grateful to nice people like Malindar Took. He was totally different from all the other people who deliberately imported the other and then forcibly race-mixed with their cute, little daughters.

There was this one big field hand on the plantation called Jacob. Jacob was not only obviously mixed, but he favored Good, Old Dad. Except of course that by the time he was fourteen, he could kick daddy’s rear end from tree to tree. In the “rather unfortunate” AL.Com article about Jacob’s Revenant, “Guns” had made the mistake of remarking in an off-the-record interview that “if evil the son-of-a-bitch were any bigger, Nick Saban would resurrect him and admit him to college to major in Defensive Line.”

Well, once that made it into a seemingly innocuous AL.Com article on hauntings of The Old South, SJW types made it detonate on Twitter and other Left Wing social media sites. Now hordes of nipple-pieced Antifa sorts wanted to see The Ghost Who Killed Rednecks. They thought the old slave plantation was a tourist attraction. Then, some of them screwed up, made Jacob manifest like it was fourth Down and Goal from the two Yard Line, and three packages of human sushi had been bagged up and delivered to the local morgue. The technician spent 15 minutes puking up his innards in a non-descript, steel trash can purchased from Alabama Industries For The Blind. Just think of all the money they could get out Congress for The Authentic Old South House of Supernatural Slaughter.

The Town Sheriff, Buddy Bartlow, knew all the crazy stories and wanted an expert who would drive a big, official van. The expert would then offload lots of sciency-looking nerd gadgets from the big, official van. The expert then would operate the gadgets in a manner reminiscent of the opening montage of Mystery Science Theatre and declare, herewith, and with utmost gravitas; that nobody older than the age of five really believes in ghosts. That hadn’t happened. What happened instead had now created a tornado of turds.

Lewis was hired to visit the old plantation and investigate the stories about Jacob’s Ghost. He rolled up in an unmarked, very unofficial Dodge Blazer. His instruments were of the sort typically got used in commercials that bash the NRA. His sidekicks were two grizzled, old White African mercenaries that would eat a prototypical science geek for breakfast, crap him out by 3rd period, and be hungry again just in time for lunch. They not only believed in ghosts, they had expended over 100 rounds of ammunition and had started a two-alarm fire at a newly-fashionable historical landmark in an unsuccessful attempt to expel one that had manifested. Lewis was now being called upon to go before the City Council of Fredrick, AL and lie in some convincing fashion to make people think the whole thing was nothing that involved, you know, a thoroughly pissed-off revenant that reminded leering leftists of a stereotypical narrative involving the past in Alabama. Too bad this task was given to Captain Autism.

Lewis stood before the packed meeting. Flashbulbs popped and telephones and recording equipment were held in the air like cigarette lighters at an old Skynard Concert. They were recording him, not demanding that he play “Freebird.” He testified as follows:

“Myself, Shalk ‘Guns’ Golander, and Hannifred Norberger arrived at the site of the old Malinder Planatation at 1930 hours on the 12th of October. The sun had set and we were met by a woman named Ms. Norah Drake who represented the interests of our employer who has requested anonymity in the course of tonight’s testimony. We entered the house, spent 45 minutes traversing the property and detected no trace of supernatural presence. We then went to a set of structures labeled as the plantation outbuildings. These would be more accurately described as an outhouse, a food preparation and storage place, an agricultural equipment shed and approximately 12 buildings that were domiciles to the plantation slave population during the period from 1834 until 1863 when operations ceased at the site.”

“Our initial indication that things would turn unpleasant came when we reached the smokehouse room of the food preparation and storage outbuilding. Here the door stood wide open; unlike every other door we had come to which had been closed and secured by two locks each. As we came closer, we noticed the door had forcibly opened in a manner that had deformed the doorknob as if it had been twisted in a crushing manner. The bolts of each lock on the door had remained shot and had been physically ripped out of their boltholes leaving parallel holes in the door frame, slightly larger than the width of each bolt.

“We should call someone.” Ms. Drake informed us. “This isn’t right.”

“Is that so?” asked Guns.

“Someone sure decided it was snack time.” Hannifred said under his breath.

“I’m outta here.” Ms. Drake announced and attempted to back away.

“If I’m paid to go in there, so are you.” Replied Guns. He assisted her into the room in less-than-gentlemanly fashion.

“Trigger. 12 O’Clock. 50 Meters!” Yelled Hannifred and all three of us were putting weapons to the ready.

“Read any passage of the Bible in which you see an angel, and the people getting the visitation initially react in mortal terror. Multiply that by about six and you get how Ms. Drake reacted when she got site of what had manifested in the form of Jacob. She emitted some sort of a whimpering sound indicating her fear of the corporeal manifestation of the spirit that was once Jacob.”

Guns put her down on the floor and stood over her to protect as he leveled his firearm and attempted to aim. I was firing as rapidly as I could replicate the trigger pull on my weapon. Hannifred was in simulated full-auto thanks to his bump stock and spent casings flew around like popping kernels at the State Fair Concession Stand. The creature didn’t yell. It only said. “She lies. I will have her.”

“Not tonight you Scumbag!” yelled Guns. He opened up a prodigious rate of fire worthy of his moniker.

Jacob was losing small, ochrish pieces as the rounds tore into him and through him. He didn’t lose any motivation. This was evidenced as he ripped an old wood stove out of its fixture and chucked it over towards Guns. Over towards Guns was close enough to scatter Hannifred and myself. I didn’t see what Guns managed to do, but he had somehow grabbed Ms. Drake and moved her and himself just in time to avoid wearing that old wood stove as a chest ornament. Jacob then stated. “She hates me. The liar.”

Hannifred remarked. “Nothing personal, but I’d rather not go on a road trip with you either.” He also slammed in the next clip and used the rounds to hose Jacob as the manifested revenant moved towards Guns and the fair maiden he was protecting. Jacob’s corporeal manifestation had also grabbed a piece of stove pipe and seemed like a kid about to play tee-ball with Guns and Ms. Drake. I pulled an old trick out of the unofficial manual of dealing with malignant corporeal manifestations.

The “Skunk-Can” was a standard aerosol can of stinging and burning liquid that also exploded when exposed to open flame. The trick involved taking the can in one hand, and ignitor in the other and spraying the cone of nasty towards the face of the corporeal manifestation so that you could temporarily back it down. I was in the process of running this game on Jacob when he caught me unaware and swung the pipe at me back-handed. It got my wrist just as I had begun spraying liquid towards the Bic-Lighter and then his hideous face. The combusting droplets flew at random, alighting on various flammable flotsam.

This, in turn triggered an explosion right next to Jacob. His entire manifestation became a mobile tiki-torch of unrequitable hatred. The flames stunk of corporeal manifestation composed of GodKnowsWhatium. The manifestation again came forward. Hannifred lost his professional cool and probably about five pounds of excrement. He was first to break contact in a random direction of rapid retreat. Guns was next, but he maintained enough professional demeanor to throw Ms. Drake over his shoulder and fireman’s carry her straight out of hell at a gallop.

I laid down a whole clip to distract and cover. Jacob was blubbering about “they don’t really want me to exist. They lie when they say they are different from my father.” I would have been more fascinated as he said. “They are evil like my father. I curse them for making me exist.” But I was too busy being scared out of my wits. I had no argument and not just because I was blocked now from the door and desperately looking for a good window to throw myself through like a projectile.

“You people pretend you don’t hate my kind. You do it to feel better than others of your kind. You are all secretly convinced I never should have existed. My own mother believed I was a demon from hell and was too scared to give me her breast. My father beat me and that woman you brought in only pretended to sympathize. She hated me just as much as the rest.” He continued his soliloquy of self-damnation as he advanced upon me for the kill. Then he stopped and turned his head to the side. It was just the margin I needed.

It was then that I heard the sirens as I picked my way through the minefield of burning matter on the floor in preparation for rapid egress through an old glass window pane. I shot myself through with inches to spare and little to protect myself from glass shear. I could swear I heard the stove-pipe fungo bat whoosh through the hot, smokey air inches above my posterior and legs. My dive would be scored poorly by the Russian Judge at The Olympics. It did, however, get me out of that building alive. The fire Department arrived soon after. Maybe their incident report, which has been delayed for some unforeseen reason; would tell you more.

Neo-Nazism Is Whites-Only Socialism

Sunday, October 29th, 2017

Socialists, like all Leftists, worship equality. They believe the State is a family. They believe you absolutely cannot have society without socialism. Anyone who disagrees is nothing but a stoned Libertardian who doesn’t realize flush toilets would be impossible without common infrastructure to dispose of the wastes. People who live in society’s family, on the other hand, can lead the Life of Julia.

But wait. This was Barack Obama. This was socialism that catered to minorities and brought in more minorities. It subsidized the importation of inferior people and therefore got inferior outcomes. Heck, if stocked with moron, affirmative-action pozzoids, Wall Street could even blow up the housing market or something. Put them in charge and major energy companies will immediately steal their employee pension funds and lie about their earnings to boost the CEO’s compensation package. Get too many of those people in charge of the government, and they’ll start pointless, unwinnable wars in countries that have virtually nothing to do with America’s national security intrests. And you don’t really even want them in Congress either. They’ll keep asking NASA scientists where on Mars the US astronauts put up the flag.

Now if you’ve read this paragraph and followed the links, you may well notice that it subtly inverts a common meme you’ll read on one of these websites. Two of the villains in the paragraph above were pozzoid poachers of the worst order. But what of the other three examples? Ken Lay, Ken Lewis, Jamie Dimon and The Bush Cuck Dynasty are all nasty in a common way. They also share a common nastiness with Barack Obama and Sheila Jackson Lee. All five sets of malefactors share the common malady despite the politcally correct !DIVERSITY! of their skin pigmentations. All five examples I’ve cited are at least somewhat incentivized by ideologies that feature large government intervention in markets to improve outcomes. In other words, it’s the introduction of the negative incentivization implicit to socialism that leads every person I’ve mentioned above to do or say remarkably evil things.

To describe things further, the problem with any sort of system where the government takes resources from some people and uses them to benefit the tribe, the order, the race, the umma or whatever, is one of moral hazard. Moral hazard occurs when people recognize that they are able to mine the system, tribe, corporation, nation or whatever we are discussing for benefits without putting any skin in the game. They get membership in the collective without having to pay for it and then start receiving “Lebensraum,” entitlements, artificially inflated stock options or any other collective benefit paid for with the taxes, property or blood of other individuals in the group. This invariably gets abused. This ability to parasite off the system invariably allows the worms to multiply and to eat the beautiful and complex higher-order organism.

The problem here is that many people, even those supposedly on the Alt-Right, believe that socialism involves nothing more than publicly governed, owned or financed property. This is not accurate. Socialism is an ideology that argues that people are entitled to use and enjoy this property regardless of whether they are required to do anything to earn that right. There is some inherent characteristic that allows them a special right to inflict The Tragedy of The Commons on others without concern for the societal outcome. The typical Communist version of this is that a member of The Proletariat gets to do this as redress for past slights or depredations. They even have a potemkin Theory of Surplus Value to accuse anyone who expects them to get a job and support themselves of being an exploiter.

Civic Nationalists subscribe to The Magic Dirt Theory. Get plopped out in the right country and you get all the benefits of that country. You can even directly and deliberately insult that nation like Lt Rapone or Colin Kaepernick and still get all the rights, benefits and privileges of a heroic Combat Rifleman who got an arm and leg shot off back in The Tet Offensive.

Credentialists argue that getting the piece of paper from the right University and knowing all the right people allows you to take over a corporation and run it like Ken Lay, or more recently, Heather Bresch. Again, neither of these individuals has to contribute, they have the right papers so they get to be CEO and rape it for what the futhermucker is worth.

In case of White National Socialists, the entitlement mentality is no different. They are !WHITE! Maybe even genetically white enough to pass as Shuan King. Therefore, they actually expect to receive that Platinum White Privilege Visa Card in the mail that Mr. King hypocritically and dishonestly accuses them of walking around with and using to get unfair benefits. National Socialism, as practiced under the auspices the White Nationalist Movement; is simply dishonest socialist entitlement based on racial characteristics. It’s still a one-way ticket to hell. Hitler’s Berlin ended up just like Democratic Party Detroit. Both were governed by Socialists. Both wound up in ruins. The means vary. The result doesn’t. Socialism leads to death.

And I get the case for preferring white cultures to others. I get that not just because of the fact that I’m corusucatingly white like the undershirts in a Tide commercial. White culture gave us this:

Euclidean geometry. Parabolic geometry. Hyperbolic geometry. Projective geometry. Differential geometry. Calculus: Limits, continuity, differentiation, integration. Physical chemistry. Organic chemistry. Biochemistry. Classical mechanics. The indeterminacy principle. The wave equation. The Parthenon. The Anabasis. Air conditioning. Number theory. Romanesque architecture. Gothic architecture. Information theory. Entropy. Enthalpy. Every symphony ever written. Pierre Auguste Renoir. The twelve-tone scale. The mathematics behind it, twelfth root of two and all that. S-p hybrid bonding orbitals. The Bohr-Sommerfeld atom. The purine-pyrimidine structure of the DNA ladder. Single-sideband radio. All other radio. Dentistry. The internal-combustion engine. Turbojets. Turbofans. Doppler beam-sharpening. Penicillin. Airplanes. Surgery. The mammogram. The Pill. The condom. Polio vaccine. The integrated circuit. The computer. Football. Computational fluid dynamics. Tensors. The Constitution. Euripides, Sophocles, Aristophanes, Aeschylus, Homer, Hesiod. Glass. Rubber. Nylon. Roads. Buildings. Elvis. Acetylcholinesterase inhibitors. (OK, that’s nerve gas, and maybe we didn’t really need it.) Silicone. The automobile. Really weird stuff, like clathrates, Buckyballs, and rotaxanes. The Bible. Bug spray. Diffie-Hellman, public-key cryptography, and RSA. Et cetera.

Let #BLM go off in the woods and live without that stuff for a month because #CulturalAppropriation. White culture is why you use a functional toilet instead of a cat box or a hole in the ground. White Pride, without a pestilential background of hatred towards the other, is understandable, logical and should be cultivated in all of our children.

Staving off White Genocide, promoting White Pride, celebrating various white cultures and keeping the successful and positive traditions of all of these societies alive should be an unquestioned good that people of good will should actively pursue. You can protect yourself, respect yourself, continue your kind and elevate them yeah, verily to the stars without any sense of entitlement. The sense of entitlement is not what made the White Race great. We didn’t take over and redefine the planet as a Great Society Program. Socialism is not the key to accomplishing this goal. Whitewashing the tragedy of the commons will not somehow make it less tragic. Socialism can only lead to death in the end.

Survivability Is Ideological Deterrence

Monday, October 23rd, 2017

So let’s say you live in the vicinity of a bully who gets off on playing Knock-Out King. Let’s say the police are so ineffective you’d rather they all just quit so you could save the tax money that pays their salary. So what can you do about King Kayo? Here are your options.

  1. Run and Hide. This involves avoiding the bully whenever avoidance is possible. This has an advantage of avoiding the risks associated with conflict. If you succeed, you don’t ever absorb the punch. This has several disadvantages. You lose freedom of action because you spend your time avoiding the bully. You lose the opportunity cost of what you could be doing instead of retreating. You lose freedom of association of being around anyone the bully associates with. And finally; everyone pretty much thinks you are a mantwat. Run and Hide is therefore a sub-optimal choice among other options.
  2. Hit ‘Em First. This involves walking right up to King Kayo and kicking him the nuts or cracking him with a Louisville Slugger before he even knows you are on to his game. This can be devestatingly effective if it works. He can’t knock you out if he is in The Land of Nighty-Nite. But then again, there are drawbacks. There is a social cost to being perceived as the guy who cracks someone’s ACL with the aluminum bat without being attacked first. You lose anyone who thinks it’s possible that you’ll smack them next. Your intent can be mistaken for cruelty or evil and *then* the hypothetical cop gets there in 10 seconds flat. Or, worse yet, they all decide thay should try and take you out because they are scared of your aluminum bat.
  3. You Develop the Ability to Withstand the Punch and Give it Back With Some Extra Love. This is the high road on dealing with bullies. Isegoria describes the advantage you get:

    Assume, for example, that you are trying to choose between two forces, one which we will call Force A, and the other Force B. A is such that if you strike first, you will be able to get 90% of the enemy, but if he strikes first, you will be able to get only 20% when you strike back. B is a different kind of force. It gets 40% of the enemy whether you or he strikes first. It is indifferent to how the war starts.

    The drawback here is that requires time and effort. You lose opportunity cost for the time and preparation needed to have a good deterrence. I believe the benefits outweigh the costs on this option, but you can’t pump an option w/o telling both sides.

Now, how does any of this relate to ideology? In the presnt, this relates to what any non-Marxian deals with in the contemporary SJW-dominated cultural scene. It’s the Spanish Inquisition out there and all non-SJWs are the (((Goldstiens))) to the SJW INGSOC. This begs the question of how these people are persecuting anyone. Fair question. Just calling someone a poop-head isn’t assault. It’s just unpleasant free speech.

Unfortunately, SJWs don’t just stop at unpleasant speech. They attack, attack and attack. They chase people like Gonzalo Lira, Pax Dickinson, James Damore, and numerous others. They kill careers over lack of defference to lifestyle perverts, radical feminists, raceturbators, and essentially Marxian ideals. And like the Knock-Out Game Artiste, they lean heavily on the sucker punch.

They lie. They project. They double down. Harvey Weinstein, at a pro-feminist march wearing a pussy hat is the archetypical example of what we can expect from the modern SJW Leftist. Like John Podesta complaining about dirty political deals with Russia influencing elections, the SJW cries out while he strikes. He lies and accusses you of doing exactly what he does to get his rocks off. The SJWs are dishonest, snarky, obnoxious bullies who seek to destroy you for doing exactly what they do for fun.

All gripes aside, how now does this relate to our initial palette of anti-bullying relate to an ideological fight between SJW thugs and Alt-Right cultural restorationists? The Run and Hide Strategy here is to publicly cuck. The Cuck attempts to redirect the SJW towards the “real racists.” This strategy has the short-term advantage of saving your job or reputation for a few more months. Then the piranhas circle back. You eventually run out of other white boys. Believe me, with SJWs you hang together, or they’ll damn sure make you hang separately.

The Hit ‘Em First tactic involves the aggressive Neo-Nazi. This would be someone looking for to clobber under the assumption that if they disagree, they just have it coming. The problem with this tactic is that after you succeed with it a few times (assuming you aren’t just shot and killed in the street), you wake up one morning, look in your mirror and see the SJW scumbag you deplore looking right back at you. If a BLM SJW is just a Nazi with a tan, then by converse, Protifa is no better than Antifa.

We therefore withstand the punch and then give it right back to them. How does this work? It starts with never conceding the premise of an SJW argument. They are wrong, therefore their assumptions are wrong. Always assume dishonest cynicism from both the arguments and premises from any SJW. Argue on their terms and you always lose and are always the bad guy. You’ve just given them permission to punish you.

Then, get together with your friends and condemn the SJW loudly. Make a point of specifically calling them out as a slimy liar, rather than merely claiming their facts are wrong. Stopping an SJW is all about destroying their moral pretensions so that they have no grounds to ever attempt to punish you. The entire point of their enterprise is to accuse you of something like racism, sexism, intolerance or any other nebulous, yet reputationally damning charge with which they can ruin you.

Once you’ve successfully impugned their reputation and destroyed their right to accuse you, make sure they pay a price for attacking you. Any sort of destructive action you can take that will make them known as a complainer, a grievance-monger, a hypocrite or a false accuser basically disarms them by making others unwilling to take their accusations seriously. So defend yourself by refusing to accept the merits of the accusation, gathering your allies to reject its veracity and then destroying the reputation of the SJW. This is ideological deterrence, it is how the Alt-Right can dissuade the SJWs from their purges and ideologically survive.

A Cancer Cell Just Has To Cancer

Thursday, October 19th, 2017

If Colin Kaepernick really still wanted a job as an NFL Quarterback, I’d never be able to even milk a sportsball post out of this. He’d bank his half-a-mil, keep the clipboard warm and dry and decide for himself whether he showered before or after the game. He’d have a really nice sportsball jersey to wear out to the club. But Kaepernick can’t just shut up and get himself paid.

Once somebody decides they are too personally important to abide by culture or convention, they can’t help but being destructive. A termite has to eat the foundation, a cancer cell has just gotta cancer. Kaepernick is just that guy. He is engineered to sabotage any system he is forced to be a part of. He thinks fate can fvck off and kismet can kiss his uniquely precious ass.

Former Baltimore Ravens stalwart defender Ray Lewis, had his own set of issues with the Po-Lease. So much so that he felt sorry for Colin and wanted to get him back in the league with his old club and make things work out happily ever after. But Team Kaepernick, the only squad Colin ever really seriously wanted to quarterback, had other ideas. Ray Lewis explains his utter frustration with trying to fix the stupid maliciousness that is Kaepernick.

Ray Lewis: “When me and Steve Bisciotti were talking, this is what we were talking about, Judy. We were talking about giving this kid an opportunity to get back in the National Football League. Look, this is what I wanted to share with people. I have been fighting for this kid behind the table like nobody has … I’ve never been against Colin Kaepernick. But I am against the way he’s done it. Then, his girl [Colin Kaepernick’s girlfriend] goes out and put out this racist gesture and doesn’t know we are in the back office about to try to get this guy signed. Steve Bisciotti has said it himself, ‘How can you crucify Ray Lewis when Ray Lewis is the one calling for Colin Kaepernick?'” …

And the self-sabotage continues. Kaepernick could be in Wisconsin angling to start for one of the oldest and most storied franchises in professional football, The Green Bay Packers. Kaepernick has filed a grievance against every team in the league for colluding against him to keep his magnificent talent off the field. It’s time to gently explain to QBSJW how that Che Guvera T-Shirt he wears around exemplifies capitalism. You see, Che’s jersey still sells, while Colin’s gets burned in the grill for YouTube hits. You see, Che cultists, Jim Morrison and other commercially successful Lefty/SJW types figured out who their customers were and made a point out of protecting the brand and franchise.

Kaepernick? He’s just a termite. He burns down anything he gets invited to a be a part of. It could be because as an adopted, illegitimate child of miscegenation, he never truly can be a part of anything. Perhaps that would describe our most recent former president as well. And if such is truly the case, you wonder at the lack of wisdom that went into making ether one of them at all.

A Positive Side To The Black Pill

Thursday, October 19th, 2017

We all know the Black Pill: the recognition that everything that we know of “Western Civilization” is screwed, the vast majority of people are insincere and insane, that humans are talking monkeys with car keys, and that basically, we are doomed. When it first hits you, I hope you have someone nearby to offer you a chair, because the fight will go straight out of you.

But after awhile, the Black Pill turns into soma as you hit this enlightened state of “Just fuck it, man!” You know what you want, and what you must do to get it, and you no longer care if it is consider taboo by society at large, in part because you realize that they are the doomed ones, and you still have the power of choice and creativity.

If you can’t let it go, it will run you through the wringer. Those who aspire to be someone, to make a difference, will be hit the hardest. I feel the true blessing of my personal powerless and my utter recognition that I suck and really don’t matter much when I read the inner pain in this piece by William Jacobson.

I don’t know if there are any uncorrupted institutions left that matter. The education system, from public grade school through public and private higher ed, is gone. The frontal assault on free speech on campuses is the result. If you think this is just a Humanities and Social Sciences problem, stay tuned. In 3-5 years, if we’re still here, we’ll be writing about how the social justice warriors have corrupted the STEM fields. It’s happening now, it’s just not in the headlines yet.

And it gets better. Check out the new West Point.

First and foremost, standards at West Point are nonexistent. They exist on paper, but nowhere else. The senior administration at West Point inexplicably refuses to enforce West Point’s publicly touted high standards on cadets, and, having picked up on this, cadets refuse to enforce standards on each other. The Superintendent refuses to enforce admissions standards or the cadet Honor Code, the Dean refuses to enforce academic standards, and the Commandant refuses to enforce standards of conduct and discipline. The end result is a sort of malaise that pervades the entire institution. Nothing matters anymore. Cadets know this, and it has given rise to a level of cadet arrogance and entitlement the likes of which West Point has never seen in its history.

And you may not be very interested in Asteroid 2012 TC4, but as the old aphorism goes, it could be quite interested in you!

“We know today that it will also not hit the Earth in the year 2050, but the close flyby in 2050 might deflect the asteroid such that it could hit the Earth in the year 2079,” Rüdiger Jehn of the European Space Agency told AFP. The odds of an impact 62 years from now are currently placed at about 1 in 750.

I’m joking about the asteroid (kind of) but The Yellowstone Caldera could really be a thing any decade now. Yep, it’s all doom. 24 hours a day. When you look into the abyss, it looks back at you and laughs its ass off!

Truly, I find this a comfort. You and I both know things are wrong. If we didn’t, we’d only be here at Amerika.org on a troll job. This shouldn’t surprise or frighten you. It’s reassurance. You can’t act Soviet without getting that way. You can’t implement diversity and stay the same. You can’t reenact the decadence of the Late Roman Empire, and not get the Ostrogoths right up the butt. All this tells us that we just had it right.

Things fall apart because a managerial system will not hold it all together. Those who have no stake in the law do not keep it. Those with no skin in the game seek to cheat it. Those with no input or basis in the prevailing culture will undermine it until it no longer prevails. These are fundamental human truths that will not vary just to put me in a better mood. So don’t expect it to go well. If diversity were working, we would obviously be wrong about the universe.

You can’t proclaim the system to be a failure and then get the vapors when it rains piss upon your heads. Spengler had it right when asked what a person was supposed to do in the face of it all falling apart.

We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who, during the eruption of Vesuvius, died at his post because they forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one thing that can not be taken from a man.

Once I understood what this quote meant, I was no longer heartbroken like William Jacobson. Nor was I scared like Peggy Noonan was when she took a big black pill of her own. We are born into this time. We are the remnant of what all should have been. The evil happened long, long ago, before we had a chance to make full amend.

When you see the enormity of the Modern Abyss you eventually grow numb to it. It’s like one more shot of tequila after you’ve had too many. It’s another bill after your checkbook is overdrawn. It just becomes a numb suck-hole. Your job is to live it out as well as you can. Do what is right in the absence of an external standard.

In The Maltese Falcon, Sam Spade did not have to avenge his partner. He just knew that he should. You are born into this time. Look at the abyss and then laugh right back at it. The laughter of the free and righteous man is what staves back the gloom, and gives us a kernel of truth not just to hang on to, but to plant and create the next civilization.

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