Après Paul, Le Déluge

Doom

Translation: After (Ron) Paul, Dildos.

Ron Paul, our generation’s William Jennings Bryan, has largely run his course. The man who for decades bravely griefed Congress and disrupted Republican Primaries, now talks shit about dead people on twitter. He who lives by the troll dies by the troll, I suppose.

Following his not-so-stellar progress in 2010-11, these actions certainly don’t surprise me; here was a man ultimately less interested in cultivating a meaningful counter-narrative, and more interested in pissing people off before collecting his Congressional pension.

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Liberal Champions for White Supremacy

CollegeliberalYou would think a progressive group of egalitarians obsessed with the religion of psychology would recognize the damage their own narrative does to their cause, but the anticipation of intelligence from a secular humanist is always an assumption proven wrong. Nor do we find the ranks of anti-racists and Bleeding Heart Liberals to be the only dwelling places where the official party line is sorely contradicted by the blatant subtext.

In regards to minorities, liberals are fond of encouraging racial pride, a religious like dogma of pure “equality” among all men and women, and an environment designed to herald the achievements of every race and culture. Well, except for one race, that is. The Race That Dare Not Speak Its Name is not actively encouraged to celebrate its achievements and historical legacy, for much the same reasons that speaking the name of Satan was shunned by past generations for fear of drawing his attention. While the “African Americans” have an entire month devoted to their history, those of Caucasian descent are encouraged to jealously chastise their own kin for the slightest hint of “white supremacy,” much as men are made to self-punish their brothers for the sin of sexism. While at first glance a person of crude understandings might consider this to be a simple double-standard, or perhaps even the justice that whites (or shall we say, white males) deserve, a subtle mind can discern there is a deeper reality here that even the most zealous anti-racist has not considered.

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An Apostate On Libertarians

3t5jw8Let me begin by stating that I believe everyone reading this article will at least share my desire for a more orderly and prosperous society than what currently exists in the West today. With that said, my criticisms and considerations are mainly directed at libertarians.

I should preface that I myself have been a libertarian since 2007 or so. I supported Ron Paul in 2008 and would have liked to have seen him get the GOP nomination at least in 2012. Besides that I have read, watched and studied libertarian ideology since then, so don’t believe a return criticism that can be leveled at me is, “he just doesn’t understand libertarianism!” In fact, it is my understanding of the subject that informs these criticisms.

Libertarians desire a society that has more personal liberty, economic freedom and less “nanny state” molestation of the individual. These are indeed admirable goals, but their ways of achieving these are mistaken. Many think this can be done through either nonviolence and the non-aggression principle, or a sort of Fabian philosophical drift.

Seeing nothing new under the sun, I’ve come to think, as The Joker put it, “that is the one rule you’ll have to break to know the truth.” To paraphrase him, the only sensible way to live in this world and achieve your goals is not through the absence of rules(ers), but by not allowing everyone to decide on the rules.

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The Help: A generous serving of shit pie

About a year ago, I watched the movie “The Help”. Unsurprisingly, it turned out to be a heaping helping of anti-white propaganda. There is a scene in the movie where a black maid asks the white family she works for to loan her the money she needs; they say no, and the viewer is supposed to seethe with rage at the greedy white devils who have the audacity to refuse a loan to a black woman. The pinnacle of tragedy, however, occurs when that maid is arrested for stealing a ring from that white family and pawning it off. As a true testament to the infinite unfairness of the universe, director Tate Taylor attempts to strain the viewer’s heartstrings to an unbearable tension as he depicts a black woman actually being held accountable for stealing from whites.

the-help

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Moralizing Savagery

“There are a lot of smart people out there (that justify their success thus:) ‘It must be because I worked harder than everybody else.’ Let me tell you something: There are a whole bunch of hardworking people out there. If you were successful, somebody along the line gave you some help.” –President Barack Obama, July 13th 2012

Bravo

Observation: In our day and age, it isn’t necessary to weave a coherent narrative or construct a logical system of belief. In fact, all one needs to do is simply spew specific words/phrases and create appealing sound bites; let the vulgar rabble fill in the blanks and vote.
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In honor of Black Pity Month

linn-black-historyWith Black Pity Month fanning the flames, I’m going to get this off my chest. If you are black and you are absolutely stuck on blaming environmental factors, as opposed to your DNA, on your shit rank in life (despite affirmative action, white guilt, white fear, pro-integration propaganda everywhere, minority scholarships, drastically lowered academic standards, etc. etc.), then you have only two people to blame: your mother and your father. Do not take your jealous anger out on whites just because overall they are born into more stable family structures. A stable family is not a “privilege”; it should be a given, and if it’s not, the people responsible for creating the failed family are to blame.

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Wonderful World

Dildo

Don’t know much about history
Don’t know much biology
Don’t know much about a science book
Don’t know much about the french I took

But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you love me too
What a wonderful world this would be

Adildos

Don’t know much about geography
Don’t know much trigonometry
Don’t know much about algebra
Don’t know what a slide rule is for

But I do know that one and one is two
And if this one could be with you
What a wonderful world this would be

1 = 3

Now I don’t claim to be an “A” student
But I’m trying to be
So maybe by being an “A” student baby
I can win your love for me

Don’t know much about history
Don’t know much biology
Don’t know much about a science book
Don’t know much about the french I took

But I do know that I love you
What a wonderful world this would be

Sam Cooke — Wonderful World

Too late.
Too late.

The Westboro Baptist Church is a liberal wet dream

westboro-baptist-church-girlWhen I first saw media coverage of the Westboro Baptist Church (WBC) a few years ago my first reaction was “LOLWUT.” My next reaction was that it had to be a troll. I found it so hard to take seriously because the the WBC represents in pure concentrated form every leftist conceit about the nature of their non-opposition. They are white, rural, religious and openly bigoted against the most celebrated victim group of the moment (hint: it’s teh gheys).

I am not going to condemn or defend the WBC. I find them mildly amusing, but beyond that I am indifferent. What I find interesting is why anyone cares about them at all. They are a tiny group with views so wildly out of the mainstream that it is hard take them seriously as anything other than trolls. Why grant them power? Why not simply remove them from the picture? The cultural left rules this country. They have the power to get rid of or ignore the WBC, so why don’t they? It can only be because they want them there.

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Dreamscape: Renewal Center

RenewA nice, older woman walks me through the hospital. I quip that I have never been inside this place before. She tells me that the place is a “nice little hospital.” I smell disinfectant and feel uneasy by the bleach whiteness. We turn left, then left, then right. We pass by a garden, something living and beautiful. A giant sign: ABSOLUTELY NO SMOKING IN GARDEN.

We turn right again. I see people laying in beds, we pass a family walking the opposite direction. We pass a nurse lazing behind the desk. Then a conference room of some sort, and a room for dirty linens. We finally reach my destination, the Renewal Center: sealed wooden doors that the older woman has to grant me access through. She presses a button, and an electric voice calls out a challenge. The older woman says “visitor,” and the doors swing open.

There is a hallway, and more open doors. More white, more low ceilings, more disinfectant. A woman behind a desk peers out at me, smiles. I think she finds me attractive. I follow the nice older woman to another desk, and a large observation window looking into another sitting area. I tell the woman behind the desk my name, and I tell her I want to see my grandfather. I sign a sheet of paper. I ask again which room is my grandfather’s, and she points into the sitting area. I turn and walk in, finding him seated in the corner.

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Your Body And Your Rules Suck

This is why women can’t have nice things.

I. YOUR BODY. YOUR RULES™
So what is the moral of the story (the sales pitch)? Something about empowerment, that women are actually the controllers of the sexual transaction, no matter the manliness or perceived power of the partner involved. By the way, do you notice what MTV projects as the masculine ideal? If you see it, it’s for you.

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