Sunday, 29 August 2010

I'm with the pessimists

If you’ve been reading the comments to the previous few posts you’ll have noticed something of a debate going on about the future of western civilization, between what we might call optimists and pessimists. In essence, the optimists’ argument is that whites have taken so much crap and abuse in recent decades that the backlash is coming. The pessimists on the other hand argue that things have gone too far, that we’re in a irrecoverable death spiral.

I reluctantly have to agree with the pessimists.

A bit of context: If western people had been told, say forty years ago, that their countries would, within a couple of decades, be overwhelmed by unassimible Third world immigrants, that they would be forced to give preferential treatment to such immigrants in jobs, housing, education and welfare, that their freedom of speech would be drastically curtailed, that their taxes would go on welfare for these interlopers, that they’d be bombarded day and night by demeaning anti-white hate speech – had they known this, what would have happened?

Had they been told the truth there would have been riots in the streets and mass mobilization against this destruction. Ok, in Britain Enoch Powell did tell them, but as we know he was howled down, vilified and ridiculed to a degree which shattered his credibility with the proverbial man in the street.

So my point here is that, not only have all those things happened, but whites have more or less quietly acquiesced all the way along. Why should they/we suddenly rise up against it now?

In fact the converse – that we’ll become even more supine - is a far more likely outcome. Bear in mind that the MSM has been totally taken over, as have our education systems. Thus our young people will have known nothing but a diet of pro-black, pro-Muslim propaganda, supplemented with a corresponding programme of white vilification. I know so many white people who actually hate whiteness and Westernness – all the things that define them and provided them with such an advantageous social structure and lifestyle.

Are these zombies going to lead the fight back? And even if by some miracle they did, would they not be vilified, shouted down, ridiculed (cf. Enoch Powell) fired from their jobs? Don't hold your breath.

I don't have to belabour the point for readers here that whole areas of the west have been utterly transformed from being almost totally white, peaceful, wealthy and tolerant into dystopian Third World hell-holes in an incredibly short time. Detroit, Trelleborg, inner London, outer Paris… I could go on for ever. Point is, whites allowed this to happen. And it shows no signs of stopping. If anything, the PC multi-culti insanity gets stronger by the day.

Add in demographics. White birth rates have plummeted, while the rates for immigrant populations soar. Such demographics show whole cities, and possibly even countries, becoming minority white within a couple of generations. What happens then? The colonisers will have ‘legitimate’ democratic power. And we know the rest.

The only thing that might do the trick is a truly massive and prolonged economic downturn. Harsh medicine I know, but I do hope it happens. It would of course affect my Savantettes as much as anyone else, but I'd choose it – without hesitation – before the continued destruction of our societies.

Now, any optimists still out there?

Wednesday, 25 August 2010

Clever cops

The police in Des Moines have been making some injudicious comments on the recent rioting at the State Fair. According to Sgt. Lori Lavorato said. “It’s all under investigation, but it’s very possible it has racial overtones.”
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This was altogether too much for State Rep. Ako Abdul-Samad (what, a black Muslim State Rep in Iowa of all places??? Don't ask!) Cautioning against ‘jumping to conclusions’ he admonished that there wasn’t “enough information to decide if the fights were racially motivated.”

So what prompted Sgt. Lavorato’s outburst then. Well, there were a couple of clues. For example, all the victims were white and all the perps black. And then the same perps were openly calling it ‘beat whitey night.’

Still, mustn’t jump to conclusions - like we would had the races been reversed.

Incidentally, the comments on this incident on the black web site the Grio were almost universally unsympathetic to whitey (400 years of enslavement and all that).

It’s now a simple statement of fact that whites, especially white women, cannot move about freely once a certain black and/or Muslim threshold has been reached. I contrast this to, first the good old days, and second, to those areas still mercifully free (if only temporarily) from such infestations. For example I've spent a lot of time in Prague over the last six months and it’s remarkable to see so many young women out and about, fearlessly, walking or jogging, on their own, on semi-deserted streets, and after darkness has fallen.

Which leads me to a question: Why do we whites in the US and Western Europe continue to put up with the kind of shit I just described? Why do we allow ourselves to be subjected to criminal assault, robbery, rape and various other abominations – why do we not rise up in revolt? Especially given that our taxes are paying the welfare and/or incarceration costs for these bums?

Why are we so cowed and beaten down?

And here’s a concluding point. I don't know the ratio of blacks in Iowa, but I do know it’s probably the smallest of any state in the US. Yet these thugs fearlessly parade their hatred of the host population, and attack them at will. They’ve become so accustomed to kid glove treatment that they’ve lost all fear.

And that leads me to a definite concluding point (this is a real stream of consciousness rant, but the story has totally enraged me). My final point is this. I've come to understand why people we’ve been instructed to hate, people like Southerners in the US and white colonizers in Africa, why these people treated blacks so brutally. It’s now clear to me that they did it because it’s the only language blacks understand. Just as on the African plains, any sign of weakness (e.g. passivity, non-aggression, honesty) is a signal for predation. You showed them strength, or they did for you.

Jesus Christ, it’s taken a long time for that particular penny to drop with me, hasn’t it?

Sunday, 22 August 2010

Hilarious newspaper retractions

Even as our civilisation collapses around us, you'd need to be in a bad way not to crack up at these...

http://freshpics.blogspot.com/2010/08/hilarious-newspaper-retractions.html

Dennis Prager : High School Principal Speech

Speech Every American High School Principal Should Give By Dennis Prager July 13, 2010.

Personally I'd go in a bit stronger, but he still hits all the right buttons.

To the students and faculty of our high school:

I am your new principal, and honored to be so. There is no greater calling than to teach young people.

I would like to apprise you of some important changes coming to our school. I am making these changes because I am convinced that most of the ideas that have dominated public education in America have worked against you, against your teachers and against our country.

First, this school will no longer honor race or ethnicity. I could not care less if your racial makeup is black, brown, red, yellow or white.

I could not care less if your origins are African, Latin American, Asian or European, or if your ancestors arrived here on the Mayflower or on slave ships.

The only identity I care about, the only one this school will recognize, is your individual identity: your character, your scholarship, your humanity. And the only national identity this school will care about is American. This is an American public school, and American public schools were created to make better Americans.

If you wish to affirm an ethnic, racial or religious identity through school, you will have to go elsewhere. We will end all ethnicity, race, and non-American nationality-based celebrations. They undermine the motto of America --, one of its three central values -- e pluribus unum, "from many, one." And this school will be guided by America's values.

This includes all after-school clubs. I will not authorize clubs that divide students based on any identities. This includes race, language, religion, sexual orientation or whatever else may become in vogue in a society divided by political correctness.

Your clubs will be based on interests and passions, not blood, ethnic, racial or other physically defined ties. Those clubs just cultivate narcissism -- an unhealthy preoccupation with the self -- while the purpose of education is to get you to think beyond yourself. So we will have clubs that transport you to the wonders and glories of art, music, astronomy, languages you do not already speak, carpentry and more. If the only extracurricular activities you can imagine being interested in are those based on ethnic, racial or sexual identity, that means that little outside of yourself really interests you.

Second, I am uninterested in whether English is your native language. My only interest in terms of language is that you leave this school speaking and writing English as fluently as possible. The English language has united America's citizens for over 200 years, and it will unite us at this school. It is one of the indispensable reasons this country of immigrants has always come to be one country. And if you leave this school without excellent English language skills, I would be remiss in my duty to ensure that you will be prepared to successfully compete in the American job market. We will learn other languages here -- it is deplorable that most Americans only speak English -- but if you want classes taught in your native language rather than in English, this is not your school.

Third, because I regard learning as a sacred endeavor, everything in this school will reflect learning's elevated status. This means, among other things, that you and your teachers will dress accordingly. Many people in our society dress more formally for Hollywood events than for church or school. These people have their priorities backward. Therefore, there will be a formal dress code at this school.

Fourth, no obscene language will be tolerated anywhere on this school's property -- whether in class, in the hallways or at athletic events. If you can't speak without using the f-word, you can't speak. By obscene language I mean the words banned by the Federal Communications Commission, plus epithets such as "Nigger," even when used by one black student to address another black, or "bitch," even when addressed by a girl to a girlfriend. It is my intent that by the time you leave this school, you will be among the few your age to instinctively distinguish between the elevated and the degraded, the holy and the obscene.

Fifth, we will end all self-esteem programs. In this school, self-esteem will be attained in only one way -- the way people attained it until decided otherwise a generation ago -- by earning it. One immediate consequence is that there will be one valedictorian, not eight.

Sixth, and last, I am reorienting the school toward academics and away from politics and propaganda. No more time will devoted to scaring you about smoking and caffeine, or terrifying you about sexual harassment or global warming. No more semesters will be devoted to condom wearing and teaching you to regard sexual relations as only or primarily a health issue. There will be no more attempts to convince you that you are a victim because you are not white, or not male, or not heterosexual or not Christian. We will have failed if any one of you graduates this school and does not consider him or herself inordinately lucky -- to be alive and to be an American.

Now, please stand and join me in the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag of our country. As many of you do not know the words, your teachers will hand them out to you.

Friday, 20 August 2010

A new play: Dining In Oakland

The previous post has attracted a lot of attention and brought a lot of entertainment to a lot of readers. Inspired by this I now bring you a full length vid (well, 10 minutes) of a truly dramatic event in Oakland CA. This has been captured on camera by a budding Steven Spielberg and plays out with the dramatic intensity of a Shakespearian tragedy.

I've acquired the services of a specialist to explain the plot as the dialogue is almost totally in Ebonics.


Dramatis personae

Pantsless Pink Tights Pregnant Lady

Blue Dress Pregnant Lady

Surly Grey Shirt Gentleman

White Heavy Metal Chick

Phantom Lady

Motorcycle Cop

Bull Terrier


Plot outline:

It appears Pantsless Pink Tights Pregnant Lady and Blue Dress Pregnant Lady initiated the attack first on the Other Pantsless Lady for doing something that was untoward. Pantsless Pink Tights Pregnant Lady then continues to goad Other Pantsless Lady who now has found comfort in minivan of her friends, but does not appreciate still being provoked after fact.
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Then, One Surly Gentleman In Gray Shirt accompanying Other Pantsless Lady and White Heavy Metalishchick begins to intervene and tells Pantsless Pink Tights Pregnant Lady that she should stop talking or he will have to become physical because that's the way things are settled in Burger King parking lots in Oakland, regardless if she's pregnant or not.

Alas, Pantsless Pink Tights Pregnant Lady goes into Burger King to accumulate weaponry in the form of a plastic baby seat. She then spits at the minivan (an assault!) which infuriates White Heavy Metalishchick who goes all berserko gorilla on Pantless Pink Tights Pregnant Lady. Other Pantsless Lady then begins kidney-punch assault as White Heavy Metalishchick continues berserko gorilla attack.

Then Surly Gentleman In Gray Shirt comes in, separates the women, and begins to land thunderous blows to Pantsless Pink Tights Pregnant Lady. (The documentarian of this film interjects that the Pantsless Pink Tights Pregnant Lady should have known this was coming because she was in a Burger King parking lot in Oakland saying not-so-nice things about Oakland, which apparently results in a triple-team beatdown. Duly noted.)

But Pantsless Pink Tights Pregnant Lady, full of moxie and pride, continues to bait the minivan even though her face has now sprouted baked potato-sized lumps and a bloody lip. She hurls plastic baby seat at minivan as it drives off.

This catches the attention of an Lady Dressed Like The Phantom (remember him?) who explains to the Pantsless Pink Tights Pregnant Lady that her mother should become physical with her because she is impolite or something. As we know, Pantless Pink Tights Pregnant Lady does not take kindly to these insults so she gives it right back to Lady Dressed Like The Phantom.

Bad move, as we come to find out that Lady Dressed Like The Phantom is still spry and also has a short fuse, despite her accelerated age. Plus she's wielding a water bottle which, in Oakland, doubles as a bludgeoning device. Lady Dressed Like A Phantom storms into Burger King after Pantsless Pink Tights Pregnant Lady. Blue Dress Pregnant Lady has seen enough, though, and does not intervene.

This fight dies down quickly because the documentarian is now drawn back outside because a motorcycle cop was just almost run over by a car. Said documentarian reacts to this incident like a tornado chaser spotting an F5 over an empty field in North Dakota. He stops filming, but I assume America continued to eat itself in East Oakland that sultry afternoon.

On the subject of safety, the young gentleman in the gray shirt should take care to not recklessly batter young ladies about the head. Highly processed hair, and weaves, are incredibly abrasive and replete with toxins. He easily could have cut his hand putting himself at risk for a nasty, painful, and completely unnecessary infection (note that the young ladies prudently directed their blows toward the swollen abdomen - well done).

View and enjoy here.

Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Yes folks, this IS the US of A!

When I wrote about what really happened during Hurricane Katrina (here) I pointed out that where you get Africans you get Africa. Ok, might be stating the blindingly obvious, but in fact it doesn't seem obvious at all to the MSM.

If further proof were needed, take a look at this video. It shows Atlanta's blacks in a "queue" for free housing vouchers. And the pandemonium that predictably followed. Observe, and rub your eyes, as you realise that you're looking at the USA, not Africa.

Friday, 13 August 2010

Sweden continues to celebrate diversity

Thanks to Teacher Paris for leading me to the following story.

A 16-year-old girl Beatrice ”Bea” Fredrixon was murdered 4 May 2010 in Vasteras, Sweden. She was found in the Raby wood not far from a school. She had been killed in a very brutal manner, by kicks, marks in the face from shoe stamps, marks from stranglehold and finally the throwing of her against a big boulder that finally ended her life. She was going to meet her boyfriend in the wood and discuss important matters.
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Her boyfriend, and murderer, the 17-year-old Barzan Kamal Othman Khoshnaw, an Iraqi citizen, came to Sweden 3 years ago with his mother and little brother. His parents are divorced and his father still lives in Iraq. The previous winter, Barzan went back home to see his father, who happened to see a picture of a Bea embraced by Barzan in his sons cell phone. The father was furious. Back in Sweden, Barzan was changed. He often lost his temper and was very sad, according to Bea’s mother.
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According to the law court’s investigation Barzan killed Bea because he thought she was pregnant and because she did not want to have an abortion. But to tell his father that he was going to be a father himself, was out of the question. This led to her death. The motive of the crime is stated to be honour-related, according to the preliminary investigation. Later examinations showed that she was not pregnant.
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The court sentenced Barzan to 3 years’ secure youth detention for murder, duress and abuse of the legal proceeding. He also will have to pay damages of 18.900 euros to Bea’s family (which is commonly paid by the Swedish tax payers anyway).
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At the same time, he rendered his family a big favour. Since the regulations in Sweden, unlike the rules in Denmark, Norway and Finland, do not permit minor criminals to be expelled after a sentence has been served, the prosecutor could not insist on expulsion. According to Swedish law, it is too inhumane to expel young criminals that are so young, despite the fact that the crime is a brutal honour-related murder.
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Since Barzan at the time for the murder did not have a permanent residence permit (PUT), the process of investigating if the family has the right to get the PUT is interrupted. A PUT will be granted unconditionally for the murderer and his whole family. This is the result of the Swedish principle of obstacle of execution.
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The moral is: if you want to be sure to have a permanent resident permit in Sweden, see to it that one of your minor teenagers, or yourself, if you are under 18, kills someone.

"Those whom the gods wish to destroy........................."

Thursday, 12 August 2010

The New Democracy: 1 person, 6 votes

These elections can be damn annoying when they don't produce the right result. Say you're a minority group which can't seem to get people elected, what do you do? Come up with new policies? Broaden your voter appeal? Hire a top notch PR outfit?

Or get a judge to give each of your supporters six votes?

Now that's what I'd call a solution. But what judge could be crazy enough to do such a thing?

Gentle reader, I give you U.S. District Judge Stephen Robinson. This learned judge found out that Hispanics in Chester NY, who number about 20% of the population, weren't getting any of their number elected to the local council. The majority selected their own representatives.

So what, you might ask? It's called democracy.

Well, in this case the majority is white, that's what. And we can't have whites voting as an ethnic block, can we - even if it's fine for every other ethnic block to do it. So he gave each of the legal Hispanics six votes. How about that?

Read about it here

Monday, 9 August 2010

A tale of two stories

STORY NUMBER ONE

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago .. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder. Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time..
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To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block. Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.
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Eddie did have one soft spot, however.. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.
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Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example. One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity.
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To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified. In less than a year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.
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The poem read:

"The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still."


STORY NUMBER TWO

World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific. One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.
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His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet. As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet. The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger.
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There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet. Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.
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Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly. Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction. Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier. Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return.
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The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft This took place on February 20, 1942 , and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Medal of Honor.
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A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29.. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man. So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.


SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?

Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son.

Thursday, 5 August 2010

Paying both sides in the war

One of the most remarkable things about Western democracies is how often they pick up the tab for the wages of both their own army and their enemies. A great example was during the ‘Troubles’ in Northern Ireland. Almost all of the IRA were on social welfare, so after a busy night shooting it out with the British Army, the survivors would head off to the local labour exchange to collect their money. Then back to combat.

As the previous post showed, strange things happen also in Norway, especially where the Religion of Peace is concerned. Exhibit 1 is Mohyeldeen Mohammad, a ‘Norwegian’ whose parents fled Iran and settled, at taxpayers’ expense, in Norway. In recent times he has loudly cheered the recent deaths of four Norwegian soldiers in Afghanistan, issued death threats against two newspaper reporters and then against two Iraqi Kurds for un-Islamic activities. He supports the killing of gays and has threatened Norway with a 9/11 style attack. On November 5th last year he wrote on his Facebook page that unbelievers should have their heads cut off.

At war with Norwegian society then.

Before he became ‘radicalised’ he was just a regular guy. Of course. A friend says that "Molli" (isn't that sweet?) had been a good friend and neighbour, and that they worked together in a grocery store. "We joked a lot and could have a bread war between the shelves after closing time."

Now tell me, how often have we heard the ‘he’s just a regular guy who supports his local football team etc.’ as a defence against a terrorism charge? It begs the question, what Muslims can we trust, if any?

Anyway, he began to travel to Iraq and other countries in the Muslim world a few years ago and came back a changed man. And went on welfare as he devoted himself full-time to his war on Norway Sharia studies. Incidentally, both he and his father resent “the lack of freedom for Muslims in Norway, and that Muslims are treated as second-grade citizens.”

Maybe a return to Iran is on the cards then? But, then who’d pay for the upkeep of this warrior for Islam as he continued to wage war on Norway? Maybe as a ‘Norwegian’ the gov would pick it up anyway.



It’s not as mad is it seems.