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I was standing in the express line (twelve items or less) at Food Lion, one of the South’s low to mid-tier grocery chains. I prefer Food Lion over Kroger and Whole Foods because it’s genuinely quicker to get in and out when running errands – the bourgeois and intolerable SWPLs and organic-only non-GMO fanatics swarm the two stores and make the experience more than unpleasant. There is a tradeoff for shopping at Food Lion though, you’ll experience a mixed (and colorful) bag of humanity. On one hand, you’ve got your salt of the Earth - country folks, rednecks and blue-collar workers (my kind of people). On the flip side, you’ve got a parade of horrors – lazy dindus, obese mudsharks and low IQ (and usually portly) white trash peasants using the complimentary scooters.

I looked at the woman standing in front of me in the checkout line. From her neck down to her toes, she seemed fairly normal. Looked like she was likely a bank teller and was swinging by the grocery store after work. Then I glanced at her face and knew immediately this was the face of a coal burner – unhealthy amount of heavy makeup, significant eye liner and an angled bob hairstyle with blonde highlights. In other words, picture this. She had a hatchet face and a perpetual arrogant look about her, although that may have been influenced by her painted on eyebrows. Naturally, she had more than twelve items (probably meals for a full week) and instead of leaving after paying the pimply store clerk – she circled around the checkout lanes and joined her jiggaboo boyfriend behind me. His items were less than twelve – a pack of Swisher Sweets and two tall 24oz Steel Reserves (probably to take the edge off after a long hard day).

As I was leaving Food Lion, I began wondering how many sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) she’d had (or still had). A grotesque thought for sure, but I recalled that a friend of mine had told me about the disturbing STD rates infesting the colored community. Mudsharks, or “once you go black, we don’t take you back,” usually stick with their dindu dependents once they betray their race, which compounds their likelihood of being polluted by “The Clam” or “The Clap” (or some other foul affliction). Eventually, this random observation led me down the (Br’er) Rabbit (and Tar-Baby) hole to unearth the unsettling STD colored contagion plaguing our country.

In an anarcho-capitalist (think imaginary) political system, the spread of STDs amongst the dindu population wouldn’t be much of a problem – after all, it’s their problem and we wouldn’t have to worry about paying for it. However, in reality, we (think White people) do have to pay for this problem – and it’s a fairly steep cost. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), which certainly couldn’t be described as “fake news” or partisan, reported in 2013 that the conservative estimate on the lifetime cost of treating eight of the most common STDs contracted in just one year is $15.6 billion. In addition, (((Bloomberg))) reported that curable STDs cost $742 million alone, with chlamydia as the most common and the most expensive.

If you only read the Bloomberg article, you’d just think that “younger patients” are spreading a contaminated form of coitus. But, diving into the data reveals that the people perpetuating this blight are, like proportional violent crime and abortion rates, overwhelmingly non-Whites – but more specifically, the “muh black community.”

For instance, let’s look at chlamydia (affectionately called “The Clam” by sailors everywhere) - which is a common STD that can infect both men, women and creatures that identify as something in-between. It can cause serious permanent damage to a woman's reproductive system, making it problematic or impossible for her to get pregnant later on. Also, chlamydia can cause a potentially fatal ectopic pregnancy (pregnancy that occurs outside the uterus). Symptoms in women can include a nasty vaginal discharge or burning with urination. Symptoms in men, the only other remaining gender, may include an unnatural discharge from the penis, burning with urination (never a good sign), or pain and swelling of one or both testicles. In addition to the not-so-cute nickname “The Clam,” its also been called the “Silent” STD - that’s because many times those with chlamydia have no idea they’ve been infected (think niggers).

The CDC reports that rates of chlamydia (only the reported cases) were highest for dindus aged 15–19 and 20–24 years in 2015. Among males aged 15–19 years, the rate of reported chlamydia cases among jiggaboos was 8.8 times greater than “fucking white males” in the same age bracket. Overall, the clam rate among black men was 6.8 times higher than the rate among White men. The same study also reveals that the rate among the sistas was 5.4 times higher than White women, likely due to “muh racism.” Just look at President High Yeller’s hometown of Chi-town: chlamydia continues to be the most common communicable disease in the Windy City, with more than 27,000 new infections reported to the Chicago Department of Public Health in 2014, about 8% higher than 2010. Chicagoans (just call them niggers) are twice as likely to have chlamydia and nearly three times more likely to have gonorrhea than residents of other areas in the U.S (second only to the City of Brotherly Love – wonder what the common theme is with those two cities?).

And speaking of dystopian open-air prisons, also known as major U.S. cities, the 2009 study titled “Gender and racial differences in risk factors for sexually transmitted diseases among justice-involved youth” confirms our suspicions regarding dindu inmates, even those in juvie. Per the study, “On average, minority juvenile offenders display higher rates of STD infection compared to white juvenile offenders. Based on samples of incarcerated adolescents, reported substantially higher STD rates for minority detainees compared to white detainees. The chlamydia positivity rate for African-American detainees was 9.9% compared to 5.8% for white adolescent detainees. Similarly, the gonorrhea positivity rate was nearly three times higher for African-American detainees compared to white detainees.”

Approximately two thirds of the cases of primary and secondary syphilis diagnoses in the United States are due to sodomites (a little tidbit not likely included in the propaganda show Modern Family). This isn’t necessarily groundbreaking, except for research that illustrates STDs are significantly magnified by the low-impulse control of dindus “on the down low.” One study (Repeat syphilis among men who have sex with men in California, 2002-2006) found that faggots that had repeat primary or secondary syphilis infection within 2 years of an initial infection were due to one of the following factors: “HIV infection, [being of the] black race, and having ≥ 10 recent sexual partners.” In other words, being a nigger nancy boy was equivalent to having HIV or fucking more than 10 recent partners. That’s one hell of a force multiplier. Another study also states the obvious: homosexual black men and “natural conservative” la-teen-oos have a higher incidence of HIV than your run-of-the-mill white homosexuals. Wonder if race and IQ levels have anything to do with this?

Also per the objective CDC, in 2014, 55.4% of all reported cases of gonorrhea occurred among blacks. Gonorrhea, warmly called “The Clap,” “A Dose” or “The Drip,” can cause a white, yellow or greenish goo to leak from “muh dik,” as well as, a sore throat from fellatio – you can get some other nasty symptoms from “a dose” but you get my meaning. For a vibrant community that’s 12.2% of the population (excluding self-described “mixed” races and per the 2010 Census) these numbers should be alarming to everyone – shitlibs included. The rate of gonorrhea among blacks in 2014 was 405.4 cases per 100,000 population, which was 10.6 times the rate among Whites (38.3), the disparity between Whites was similar for both strong black men (10.6 times) and proud women of color (10.7 times). Syphilis was almost as bad – with 38% all known cases in 2014 being attributed to this vibrant community.

Gonorrhea, HIV and syphilis aren’t going away anytime soon – it’s becoming harder to treat some gonorrhea and syphilis (HIV is already pretty hard to treat, just ask Magic Johnson – who reckoned that he slept with at least a 1,000 women), as drug-resistant strains are increasing due to low IQ humanoids and faggots literally fucking anything that moves and strengthening the diseases. Like dindu David Wilson, already a registered sex offender, who went on to rape two small children and infect them with HIV, chlamydia and herpes (triple threat). Nushawn Williams, also known by his street name “Shyteek Johnson,” was HIV positive, but that didn’t stop him from officially infecting 75 “women” (use the term loosley because if they weren’t underage girls, they were most certainly gutter trash). In typical nigger behavior, he boasted of infecting as many as 300. Mr. Marcus effectively shut down the porn industry in LA for spreading syphilis and “Tiger Mandingo,” also known as twenty-two-year old Michael Johnson, knowingly infected at least 30 gay men with HIV.

The potent mix of sub-IQ blacks and STDs really should be raising some red flags – maybe even hoisting the black flag. In May of this year, a CDC expert stated, “Downtown Atlanta is as bad as Zimbabwe or Harare or Durban.” In other words, we’ve got big problems - not only in the Big Peach, but also across the country if one of our major cities is being compared to an African hellscape by someone not in the Alt-Right. With the CDC reporting that between 2010 and 2014 blacks accounted for 45% of all HIV infections and black women representing (this is a truly staggering number) 62% of those HIV infections, the question remains – what does “I fucking love peer-reviewed research” say?

Well, it says they’re pretty fucking stupid.

The 1994 study titled “What is the significance of black-white differences in risky sexual behavior?” provides some interesting insight. Below are some juicy items from the red pilling report, “Results indicated that whites in the multiple partners and single partner groups were more likely to engage in anal and oral sex, while African Americans were more likely to have sex with prostitutes. However, angry reactions about the use of condoms occurred more with African Americans (P < .003) and males (P < .05) than with whites or females. While whites reported a greater use of drugs and a significantly higher level of knowledge about HIV/AIDS, African Americans reported a significantly greater perception of risk for being exposed to human immunodeficiency virus (HIV)/acquired immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS) (P < .01) and significantly more gonorrhea (P < .10), syphilis (P < .05), and HIV/AIDS (P < .05). No whites in our sample were treated for syphilis nor had they tested positive for HIV/AIDS. 71 (47%) Black males, 29 (19%) Black females, 20 (50%) White males, and 24 (38%) White females were currently involved with more than one sexual partner. Blacks in the multiple partners subgroup were significantly more likely than their White counterparts to have experience with prostitutes, indicate an intense anger response to condom use, and perceive themselves as at high risk for HIV/AIDS.”

With 48% of sassy black women, aged between 14 and 49, having some form of genital herpes, along with the other problematic maladies discussed here – what’s to be done?

For one, we need to have an inclusive and safe space for a national conversation – all ideas, no matter how “extreme” or uncomfortable should be considered.

Secondly, as for my recommendation, I would respectfully submit, and I’m channeling my inner Rick Harrison here – the best I can do is - recommend compulsory and irreversible chemical castration for those with repeat infections.

It’s become obviously apparent to me lately that many young (and older) men haven’t a clue as to how to interact with members of the opposite sex. More importantly, that the Men of the West have forgotten how to be men.

There is so much bad information and propaganda out there that this is understandable. Our schools, Hollywood, and the Corporate Media have tried to hold down and insult our boys and men, in favor of feminine behavior and female leadership (Star Wars Force Awakens).

On that note, I will touch on something very important.

The West Is In Dire Need Of Male Leadership

True leadership: Men in skirts protesting the rapes in Europe. How else would you stop the rapes?

The current state of affairs in the West is one of weakness.

Conformity, 'Tolerance', “let’s all just get along”, and not hurting other people’s feelings are all feminine traits. These traits serve our women well in a homogeneous society, where cooperating or not can be the difference between life and death. These are good and useful traits.

But in today’s multicultural globalist society, where women and weak men have taken the reigns, these traits will be the death of us all.

These traits are what currently shape and direct the West. You could say that ‘tolerance’, ‘acceptance’,’non-judgement’, and ‘love’ is what directs the Western moral compass. (Of course, none of these apply to people of European descent and are actually used as a weapon against them. These are empty sayings used to control people’s language and thoughts.)

For example:

Military aged Muslim men invading your shores by the millions?

• Masculine response: “Wait, what’s going on here? Why are all these young Muslim men with iPhones and Nikes flooding into our countries? None of them are even from Syria. They’re all from Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iraq, and Sub-Saharan Africa. They are sexually assaulting our women and killing our people. I think we may need to put a stop to this.”

• Feminine response: “The Corporate Media has instructed us that these Pakistani and Sub-Saharan refugees are fleeing from a brutal civil war in Syria. We need to help these people in any way we can. Don’t be mean to them and don’t judge their culture. We can all get along.”

Poor innocent Africans fleeing the brutal civil war in Syria

Globalists flooding your country with non-Whites and trying to demographically replace you?

• Masculine response: “Wait a second, why has the historic population of America gone from 90% White European to 60% White European? The majority of these non-White settlers all vote Democrat and for Cultural Marxist policies. Why can’t we keep our country as a White European nation; why is it so wrong? It seems the quota for immigrants was changed from majority European immigrants to majority non-European immigrants with the passage of the Immigration Act of 1965."

• Feminine response: We were told everything will be okay. Listen, if you complain you are just going to upset some people. We don’t want to hurt people’s feelings, so you must be silenced.

How dare you deny these poor innocents the right to replace your people and culture with their own. Greece is for everyone, not just the Greeks

Homosexuals pushing their agenda and criminalizing anyone that speaks out against it?

• Masculine response: “All of a sudden, there seems to be a huge push for this coming from the Corporate Media and our Globalist culture. Why is that? They used to just preach ‘tolerance’ for homosexuals, but now we literally cannot disagree with their lifestyle without being called names and threats to get us fired from our jobs. What’s going on here?"

• Feminine response: “We're told it's good so it must be good. We all need to get along. Love is Love. No conflicts please.”

The West is in dire need of male leadership.

Why do you think the Presidency of Donald Trump was so appealing to so many? Why do you think he won?

People are sick of weak and inept leadership. People want someone who is a leader; who knows what they are doing, and will fight to get it. Someone who can actually address the issues and ask the tough questions, not give us meaningless platitudes about "freedom, Democracy, and diversity.”

Men lead; women follow.

That is not my rule. That is the law of nature. Women want strong men to lead. To believe otherwise is nonsense. Look at history. It was strong men who shaped the direction of their respective cultures and nations. European men, Muslim men, Asian men, Meso-American men, etc. Feminists telling you that the reason women were not leaders because of 'patriarchy' is pure propaganda.

The last thing we need are more women telling men what to do and how to act. In other words, we don’t need more women to try to be leaders of men.

Why Men Should Never Take Dating Advice From Women

Why am I even addressing this in the article? I do it because our feminist programming has instructed us that male and female advice is exactly the same, regardless of the topic. That advice from females is just as good, if not better, than advice from males.

But that's not the true. In regards to 'relationship advice', this is completely false. Men and women are different; we aren't 100% exactly the same in every way. We need to expose our programming, and keep exposing it, in order for all of us to overcome it.

I want you to listen to me. Read this very closely.

Women are the absolute WORST on the planet at giving out dating advice to men.

That’s not a dig on women. I love women and respect them. They mean well. They do have a strong understand of social dynamics. But, they usually don’t know what they want.

Women are attracted to masculine men, just as men are attracted to feminine women.

To men that are:

• Leaders
• Builders
• Strong both physically and mentally
• Men who have a purpose and are driven

Notice that this list is exactly what we in the West are lacking.

Men who are dominant and who are leaders. Men who have a purpose. These traits are what attract women to men.

My question is this:

If women are attracted to the above, do you really think a woman can teach a man how to be a leader? How to be a builder? How to be dominant?

If you want to know how to be an accountant, you learn from an accountant. If you want to be a stock broker, you learn from a stock broker. If you want to attract yourself a woman, you find a man that knows how to attract women.

Why would you ask a woman on ways for a man to attract women? What do women know about attracting a woman as a man? If you're a man, you wouldn't start giving out advice to women on how to be feminine, as we don't know anything about that. We would let women teach other women on how to be a feminine woman.

Most of the time, women don’t even know what they themselves want. How many times have you heard a women tell you to just be nice, get to know her, and see if you’re a good match? How that's working out?

Many women believe that they want certain things because society tells them that they do. (This also applies to many men as well.)

Why do you think so many women in Europe are hitching up with the Muslim migrants, even after hearing the stories of them raping and sexually assaulting European women?

Do you think a woman is ever going to tell you this?

But, you ask, what the hell does this have to do with what we’re trying to accomplish? Why am I telling you this?

Trust these 5 women to protect your country and people. Russia, Iran, and China are just sexist bigots

The West Needs Strong Men To Lead

Gents, this is the truth. If you say you are red-pilled, you need to accept this as a fact of nature.

We don’t need any more Angela Merkels. We don’t need anymore Theresa Mays. We don’t need anymore Marine Le Pens (who should be way ahead in the polls but may actually lose this election). And we certainly do not need any more Hillary Clintons.

We need strong, male leadership.

Think about it.

• Vladimir Putin
• Donald Trump
• Rodrigo Duterte
• Bashar al-Assad (love him or hate him, do you honestly think if a women was running Syria that she would be able to last 4+ years of intense civil war, with the U.S., Israel, Turkey, and Saudi Arabia trying to overthrow and kill her?)

All the men above are strong and capable. These are leaders that both men and women respect.

Men evolved to lead and protect the tribe.

The crisis of male leadership is part of the reason Europe is being overrun with Muslims at this very moment. People keep asking ‘where are the men?’

I instead ask: “Does Europe even have any real men to lead?”

Others sneeringly ask: "why aren’t we simply talking about the banks, the globalists, and our corrupt politicians? Why are we talking about ‘being men?' This is childish."

I would say because we have to. So, you identified the problem. What are you going to do about it? Believe it or not, someone in the real world, not Internetland, is going to actually need to do something. Someone is going to need to run against and replace Angela Merkel. Someone is going to need to speak up against our repressive governments that are actually attacking and trying to replace their own people in the real world.

And you know what? If you’re a fat little guy, with a horrible diet, who parties every weekend or plays video games while watching a bunch of porn, you’re not going to be able to change jack shit, no matter how much you complain about the issues we face. You're part of the problem and the only reason you call this 'childish' is because you are self projecting your own adolescent immaturity and can't face up to someone bringing it up. And you know it.

We are going to need male leadership to make changes; not keyboard warriors and big mouths who refuse to do anything positive or contribute anything of value, but instead try to insult and drag down anyone and everyone making positive changes in their lives.

Now that Trump has won the Presidency, the adults have taken back control of the country. It’s time for us to do the same in our own lives.

It’s time for men to be men.

Let’s Make Western Men Great Again.

Also published at Purpose To Power

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I've never met any of you and I may never do so. Despite the fact that we all share very common threads, for many on the "alt-right spectrum," from alt-light entryists to the Weevs, this is as good as it gets. We may never go to a pool party. We won't be able to trek to TRStlemania. We may never get to don our spiffiest outfits to go to NPI or Amren. We may never ride in a Taxi with Mike Enoch through downtown New York City or toss back beers with Seventh Son at a backyard barbecue. But we find some value in going online and shitposting with others, and perhaps this adds some value to otherwise arduous, aimless lives.

It's not enough. Like Ghoul (F, PBUH) advocated, there has to be real life consequences for things to truly matter. That may come in different forms, but the point remains the same: Your life has to be more than what you do online. It has to have meaning beyond memes and podcasts and fighting the blood wars on social media.

I think the true meaning of life lies in finding purpose beyond the self. Because you are here, you do not worship your own asshole like the special-snowflake left. Call it trite if you must, but there is a deep spiritual truth in finding a purpose greater than your own self-gratification. Mine came in family, and by God, this is the most important thing I will ever do.

30-SOMETHING AND SINGLE

By the time I turned 30, I thought my opportunity to have my own family passed me by. I wasted most of my 20's in a pointless relationship with a woman who could not bring herself to say "I love you," and had no intention of ever admitting to me she never wanted children to begin with. She was a product of the diseased, decadent culture that is choking the life out of Western Civilization: she has a career, a home, and all the trappings of entertainment she could ever hope to consume. And she is entering the last years of her fertility with almost no hope of providing grandchildren to her parents. Thank God Almighty I left her. But the clock was ticking. When you're in your early twenties, chasing pussy and getting your shit together is, understandably, first and foremost in your mind. But too quickly you will lose months and years of adulthood to those endeavors which in reality don't bring meaning to life. Life is not the sum total of orifices into which or onto which you ejaculate. You are not your career. It's important to have a career, don't get me wrong. I enjoy being a lawyer, but at the end of the day, if I were to suddenly disappear, literally nothing would change. Being 30, making a decent income, but not having anyone to share it with is a meaningless life. I wanted children, but my female peers were either married or too career oriented.

I met my wife who is several years younger than me through a friend whom I represented in a family law matter. She was attractive, friendly, from a large religious family, and had a great sense of humor. She did have a child, but I wasn't concerned with that. As I fell in love with her, I concluded that while medically it was unlikely she would ever be able to have kids again, the child's father is so distant I would practically be able to raise her myself, and have the father subsidize the parenting via child support. It wasn't perfect, but it at least gave me a chance to be a father, and 6 years later, that little girl has grown into an amazing 10 year old. Giving that kid a chance of being a productive member of society by ensuring a stable two parent household was a purpose, and while I wanted desperately for my own, being her papa was a purpose more than myself and I was okay with that.

DON'T BUY A SPORTS CAR WITHOUT A PREGNANCY TEST

So after getting married, my wife and I bought a house at the perfect time, the summer of 2012. Interest rates were at historic lows, the housing market was just coming off the bottom, and we scored a two-story 1500 square foot home with a 1500 square foot yard on a lake for $120K. It's funny, while this house could now fetch nearly $200K, it would go for over a million in the pozziest parts of the country (Silicon Valley). Our lives pushed on in relative peace, and my wife and I took the position that if we were to have a kid, God would make it happen (no birth control). After 2 years, we started to talk about adoption. This is the sad part: adopting non-disabled white children is nearly impossible. The State will practically pay you to adopt non-whites or disabled kids. We couldn't take on a disabled child because of limited resources (mostly time.) Adopting a white baby would take well over $25000 and well over one year to accomplish and even then it wasn't a guarantee.

So this past Mother's Day the wife and I had a discussion, and we concluded that the baby project wasn't panning out. Adoption wasn't viable at the time. Maybe down the road when my student loans were paid off we could do it. So my wife asked if we could trade in her fuel efficient vehicle for a sports car she always wanted. I figured it was no big deal. Car payment went from 200 bucks to 400, and a sports car convertible is nowhere near 40 MPG highway, but at the time it was well within the budget. So off we went to get my wife's dream car and she was quite happy about it.

Two weeks later, I go to look my wife up for a little bit of personal time, and she comments how she is late. This has happened a couple times in the past, with negative test results, so I didn't put any thought into it. She went up into the bathroom, and then called me in.
"Honey, I'm pregnant," she uttered under her breath as she looked me dead in the eyes and handed over the small plastic CVS pregnancy test. I was floored, but then I wanted to be sure. I ran back to the drug store, got another test, and asked her to do it again. A pregnancy test like this has two spots on an indicator. When its negative, only the first spot shows a line. When it's positive, both spots show up. As the test results developed, the second spot lit up first.

"Uh honey, what does that mean?"

"It means not only am I pregnant, I'm really fucking pregnant!" (The first line filled in a moment later.)

I was elated, but then I realized that we just took on a 20 thousand dollar convertible which my wife may not be able to drive soon due to her baby belly. God, once again, shows he has quite the sense of humor.

THE SUFFERING THAT BINDS

As an interested third party observer of pregnancy, I cannot for the life of me imagine going through it alone. The idea that a single mom can adequately carry and raise a child is ludicrous. When my wife and I first went to the obstetrician, we asked if he could just do a check to see the baby. During this whole affair, we couldn't see the babies enough. (Any reassurance that they were developmentally on-target gave a temporary reprieve from the myriad dangers and warnings bleated by friends, social media acquaintances, and well-meaning catlady relatives who chose never to have kids but live out their fantasies of being a grandparent through you. At any moment we were in fear of sudden miscarriage [a thing that happened to my wife in the past,] hydrocephaly, cleft palate, fused bones, prenatal cancer, the zika virus, you name it.)

In any event the doctor said he knew how to turn on the ultrasound and turn it off and that was about it. So in he went and lo and behold at just a dozen or so weeks, we saw a little flashing light in a sea of black and gray monochrome, and that was the beating heart of our little kiddo. Being on the outside, you don't see much physical manifestation of your child's development aside from spousal vomiting and discomfort. I fell in love with that little flashing light and couldn't wait to see it again in a few weeks with the proper ultrasound technician.

During which we found out how funny God really wants to be. My stepdaughter (daughter, really, her actual father has seen her maybe 7 weeks in total in the past 6 years despite having the time and resources to see her as much as he wants) laughed during the ultrasound technician appointment that we were having twins and just didn't know it yet. I frowned at the notion as ridiculous as we obviously only saw one flashing light. And then that's when the technician reminded us that the doctor didn't exactly do much probing along the Z axis. Lo and behold, behind the flashing light was another flashing light. Thar be two babies here, cap'n. My jaw unhinged and my wife started crying.

There are no instances of twins in my family. None in my wife's either. Statistically, 2 in 100 pregnancies are fraternal twins. For all the practicing with nothing to show for it, now we had a lot to show for it. And having two babies is a consecutive, not concurrent affair. You need two of everything. Two cribs, two car seats, a stroller for two, twice as many diapers, clothes, wipes, binkies, onesies, you name it. Thank God almighty our families stepped up to help on that side of the equation.

From the father's perspective, a pregnancy is a slow then suddenly advancing assault on your wife's well being. Not to say that pregnancy is by any means unnatural, but the trip from finding out to delivery is a tough row to hoe. With twins, you double down on everything. By week 30 my wife was miserable. She could not sleep through the night. Her joints ached all the time. Her back would spasm. The boys would give her cervix a beating feminists only dream about. She got to a point where she could no longer drive the sports car; it sat so low she couldn't get out on her own, and as her belly approached 55 inches she couldn't fit behind the wheel. My wife worked as long as she could before throwing in the towel and going on bed rest: 33 weeks. She didn't want to do it; the harpies at her office said she wouldn't make it past 25 weeks. Work was a source of pride for her, but when she had to make the decision, it got to the point that she was having a hard time walking. My wife is no small fry, but the added weight was nothing short of miserable. She lost 45 pounds the day of surgery when all was said and done.

I hated to see my wife devolve in this manner. I loved that she was carrying my sons, I hated that she was bedridden and miserable. But every chance I could get I had my hands on her belly, and the boys would kick and roll around. I frequently played classical music on my cell phone with the speaker pointed right over the womb, and the guys would react. Knowing they were just under my wife's skin and muscle, waiting for their time to come out, was total relief. It was always worth it to my wife, no matter how much she suffered. And helping her get up and out of bed, helping her to the bathroom, helping her put on her underwear and socks in the morning because she couldn't reach, all of these things strengthened the spiritual bond we had in ways I never imagined.

THE WHITEST ROOM

My wife and I were very blessed to pick a delivery date and hold to it. Most twins are born premature, gestating on average 35 weeks and spending considerable time in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU). We wanted the babies to come on December 1, a Thursday, allowing for a four day weekend for hospital recovery, but the obstetrician we wanted only did scheduled deliveries on Mondays, so December 5 became the day of reckoning.

Hospitals are amazing places when you're there for a good purpose. Aside from cutting off half of my thumb when I was a toddler, I never had to stay in a hospital. The woman's center welcomed us with fairly cushy digs, and in the lobby I discovered the blasphemous joy of Nescafe lattes. Once we arrived at our appointed time, nurses helped my wife and her 58 inch baby belly get dressed in appropriate hospital attire, and helped her apply cleansing agents to her body to ensure no chance of infection. The next hour was spent trying to find Baby B's heart rate; not that there was a problem, he's just an uncooperative cuss and had no desire to sit still for a heart monitor. Once the boys were green-lighted and my wife was prepared, I had to stuff my self, tennis shoes and all, into that flimsy green paper outfit, and off we went to the surgical suite.

They initially wouldn't let me in. My wife had to have a "block," which terrified her as she is deathly afraid of needles. She begged for them to let me hold her hand and distract her from the spinal injection, but it wasn't to be. I had to sit in a hallway by myself for 20 minutes, waiting for them to call me in for the big moment.

I prayed like a sinner on his death bed. During the pregnancy, people we know lost theirs. My wife and I never thought we would be able to have children. The fact that she got pregnant, much less with twins, was such an against-the-odds event that to this day I consider it yet further proof of God's existence. It felt like forever, but I probably only prayed for 5-6 minutes. Having promised God all but the Brooklyn Bridge, I was left with silence, save my pounding heart. I pulled out my cellphone and put on my New Vegas playlist. Ain't that a kick in the head.

After Tony Marcus ended his Lone Star serenade, a man came in and said "Are you ready, Dad?" Nobody has ever asked me anything of that importance before. "Please rise for the verdict" is a pittance in comparison to that feeling. I was about to walk into a room and have my entire life thrown on its ear.

I've been to every major league sporting event there is. NHL, MLB, NBA, NFL, all under the most brilliant illumination. And I thought I've seen every shade of white before. The surgical room was unnaturally white. Every surface seemed to possess an interstellar luminosity, recursively reflecting off each other in a blinding flash. It jars you. Your eyes cannot adjust fast enough, and when you regain focus, your wife is splayed open on a table, her innards hanging out of her midsection covered by a green gauze restricting your view of the gore. I remained seated at her side clasping those hands as so many times before while tears streamed down her face, numb from the neck down, waiting for our sons to come out into a beautiful, horrifying existence where Trump is the president-elect and a great many people on Earth would rather them be vivisected into a medical wastebasket by a Jewish abortionist.

Modern medicine is simply put jaw-dropping. Technology like this only exists vis-a-vis the white man and his civilization. Within a few minutes of holding my wife's hands and wiping the tears of pain and joy from her eyes, a nurse loudly calls out the time "12:08!" and suddenly up over the precipice of the surgical draping comes BABY A, mewling his disgust at being forcibly evicted from his /comfy/ fetal environment and thrust out into a cold, bright, sterile surgical planet where Donald Trump is president and I am evil for not wanting people who look like me bred out of existence.

You will never in your entire life experience a sensation as singularly awe-inspiring as looking into the eyes of your newborn child.

It was all I could do to hold back tears of joy. A newborn child is covered in an ashy white substance. It's skin has splotches of red and shades of purple, a slight tinge of blood from the uterine sac in which it once lived. The child cannot open its eyes and screams to the high heavens, it is a wet, dirty, loud thing and it is the most beautiful sight in all of God's creation.

And then I got to experience it again 3 minutes later at 12:11pm.

A screaming newborn is one of the most heartwarming sounds you can hear. It tells you that your baby was born healthy and alive, and those lungs were working very hard that day. A little too hard.

NO REST FOR THE WEARY

NICU lay just down the hall across the MBU (mother-baby unit). As I proudly led the Y-chromosome train back to the MBU suite, pushing the medical cart holding my boys in a bassinet, one of them was making little cute noises as he breathed. I didn't think much of it, the soft "Aaaa's" just being part and parcel of adorable infancy. After my wife was rolled in and helped into her bed to begin the recovery process, the on-call pediatrician came in to examine the boys. He was a little concerned about the Aaaa's. He called it "grunting."

Twins never go full term (40 weeks.) All along, the obstetrician said if we made it to 36 weeks we were champions in his book. The boys were born at 37 weeks 4 days. Still, this is technically premature. Most twins don't go past 32 weeks, and they have to spend time at the hospital finishing the development they would normally get as a singleton in their mother's womb. The larger of the two babies was born 7 pounds 7 ounces, and the smaller was 6 pounds 9 ounces. These are not small by any standards, and for twins they were giants. Still, their lungs had fluid in them. Combine their slight underdevelopment with the fact that birth was non-vaginal, there was a lot of squeezing they missed out on. As the doctor's explained, the babies are like wet sponges, and when they are pushed out, the fluid in the lungs is expelled, which is why they aspirate babies immediately upon birth. None of this mattered to me though. As they wheeled my two newborn sons off to the dreaded NICU, my wife ordered me to follow and not to leave until answers were had.

I frequently have to tell clients who have never been to court not to get upset and overwhelmed at the whole thing. Going to court is like taking a dump, a familiar, instinctual thing complete with shitty smells. I can't get some clients to avoid being terrified at the prospect, though. Well, here the roles were reversed. I was the one shaking in my size 13's. It was unfamiliar and frightening. My sons were deficient somehow. They had to be in "intensive care." I held my own in the room, alone with the boys, for only a few minutes. When my Aunt came in, I broke down in tears, crying into her shoulder. I shed 4-5 tears when I found out my wife was pregnant. Prior to that, I shed a tear at our wedding. Prior to that, I hadn't cried for years save for the occasion of my mother's death in 2003.

But at that moment on December 5, 2016, I was a bawling fool. The emotion of it all, the unnecessary fear, seeing tubes going into hands and mouths to help the babies breathe while keeping them fed and hydrated, resting atop warmers like wrapped burgers at a fast food joint. I needed to cry. Sometimes a man is entitled to it, and I think this is a qualifying instance. After a couple minutes I regained composure and set in for what turned out to be two nights in the NICU.

In the end, it was all in the margin of error. This NICU stay was entirely expected, and as the pediatrician told me, the boys would have fully functioning lungs in a matter of a few days. I felt somewhat ashamed at my emotional display. Elsewhere in the NICU, there were babies in far worse a situation than mine. I didn't know the specifics, but looking in on them gave me pause to reflect on the fragility of life.

Our first night together as a family in the hospital was a harbinger of what was to come once we got home. There's plenty of time to sleep when you're dead, or so they say. Newborns don't know anything when they come out. See, I cut off their food supply when I severed their umbilical cords. They don't know about milk and nipples and how to eat. They have to learn. They also don't know about sleeping 8 hours a night. They have to learn that too. And the former comes a lot sooner than the latter.

Sleep has become our most treasured commodity. At best, the boys sleep in 2-3 hour blocks. Beginning that night, as we desperately tried to get the boys to nurse past the colostrum in my wife's bosom, I have averaged about 5 hours of sleep a night, in 1-3 hour blocks. I was nearly killed in a car accident last week when I caught myself about to doze off in traffic just in time to slam on the Camaro's brakes, somehow missing the stopped car in front of me by what must have been centimeters. You have to come up with a strategy on how to get babies to sleep. Here's a tip: only feed them formula at night when you want to get that first block of sleep. Babies eat a lot. Every 3 hours they're starving to death and usually soaked in their own piss and shit. They immediately let you know that the situation needs remedy, and that notice normally comes several times a night.

My wife breastfeeds and bottle-feeds as much as she can. Breast milk is perfect because 1. It's free, and 2. It's packed with nutrients and antibodies and everything a baby needs. However, with two, you never really develop the stockpile you want, and if my wife doesn't pump every 3-4 hours her chest is sore and painful. Still, the breast milk doesn't cause the gas as much as formula, and it's lightweight. It looks mostly like 1% or skim milk you might see at the grocery store. Formula, however, looks more like thick whipping cream. So the strategy comes with giving them a good dose of the heavy stuff late at night so it weighs in their bellies like lead, and keeps them down a good length of time. My wife came up with the idea (I'm sure she isn't the first) and damn if it doesn't work well; I got all 5.5 hours last night in one block from 12am to 5:30am.

And you combine this constant need to change diapers and feed and burp and put back to sleep with my wife's healing. The surgical wound needs cleaning, and due to the surgery she is essentially having a 3 week period at this point from the internal healing and readjustment. It's a team effort. You cannot be shy about any of this. You have to learn to change a diaper in 45 seconds. You have to watch out and not get fire-hosed by your newborn son. Your wife is going to turn super bitchy when you hold the baby slightly wrong. You will not get sleep. You will beg for sleep and it will avoid you. You won't have time for golf or vidya or anything because when you're not busy feeding or changing the baby, you will be trying to catch up laundry or housecleaning or making sure the bills are paid. You will catch yourself napping at 6pm when you get home from work, and then dealing with the baby situation until almost midnight. Your entire metabolism will change. You will lose your appetite and drop a drastic amount of weight. I have lost nearly 20 pounds in less than 3 weeks since the surgery. Food doesn't interest me nearly as much as it did, and I am more obsessed than ever in making sure my men are coming along as they should. It's a parental instinct kicking in. An internal voice that makes you want to protect your children and your family and make sure they have what they need. My Christmas will consist of packs of underwear and socks and some new shoes from wal mart. My boys will have a closet full of every stitch of clothing they will need for the next 9 months. Their nursery is filled with thousands of diapers of every size. I may not get to play a full round of golf for months. I will do with less to make sure my wife is comfortable and my kids are clothed, fed, and happy, and now, more than ever, my life is fulfilled. I have more purpose than ever, and by making sure these guys grow up to be proper white men, I am doing my part in ensuring a future for all whites, whether Trump is president or not.

History is full of uncanny patterns. Either we’ve learned nothing as a species or things are repeating themselves. Time is cyclical or man is forgetful. Maybe there is a “natural law” at work or something like that. Or maybe not. Nailing these down with precision is honestly not all that important though. Ideas have consequences sure, but ideas also have antecedents. They are chained together over the course of civilizations. And one of the most eternal recurrences is that of precarious elites importing human resources from other tribes than their own.

Whether this is a good or a bad thing depends on how one relates to that authority and his views on how a society should be ordered, as well as the historical context. Perhaps the elites did not feel safe relying on their own countrymen. Perhaps the outsiders were particularly skilled at something the locals could not provide. Perhaps falling back on divide et impera was not only the simplest way to maintain order but also the most effective. Maybe a deficit just needed to be filled.

The Achaemenid army consisted of an ethnic Persian core surrounded by the levies of conquered nations. The late Roman army was heavily non-Italic and included large contingents of Germans and Illyrians. The Byzantine emperor had a royal guard—the Varangian Guard—composed mostly of Norsemen, and later on even Anglo-Saxons. Powerful Irish chiefs would retain bands of gallowglass, or “foreign Gaels” from Scotland as their personal troops. The Doge of Venice recruited men from Istria and Dalmatia (Croatia), called schiavoni in Italian, to defend his palace. The Pope’s foreign retinues are perhaps the most famous, the Swiss Guard. The Mongol conquerors of China in the thirteenth century brought over a number of Muslims and other non-Han peoples to help them govern their new lands. The Ottoman sultan would abduct young Balkan Christian men to serve as soldiers and administrators of his empire, known to posterity as janissaries.

The American War of Independence was primarily led by Cavaliers while fought by Borderers, leading at least one foreign observer to remark that it was a “Irish-Scotch Presbyterian rebellion” against England. Adding to the ethnic quirks of this conflict, for her part, England brought over German Hessian mercenaries to fight the separatists. Almost a century later during the American Civil War, the Union was able to muster a larger army due to decades of mass migration from Ireland and Germany, and by raising black regiments to fight the Southern confederates. Austria-Hungary elevated divide and rule to an art, always stationing troops and state police of different nationalities from the areas they were responsible for (e.g. Germans in Italy, Hungarians in Bohemia, and so forth). After the first world war, the Allies made a point of placing colonial African troops in Germany’s occupied Rhineland.

The United States government, through the Dept. of Housing and Urban Development (HUD) and refugee resettlement programs, likes to put ethnic minorities into the middle of homogeneous, often conservative, White areas (whether these transplants are sourced locally or from abroad). The government also issues H1B1 visas to predominantly Indian (South Asian) migrants so they can work in the technology and corporate administration sectors of the American economy. A Jew always runs the Federal Reserve, and three out of the eight Supreme Court justices are Jewish (Obama's nominee Merrick Garland is a mischling).

Xenoskepticism is the ordinary idea that just maybe we should be a little bit more critical when someone in a position of power tells us that foreigners are the best thing ever or starts to rely on them increasingly. If you’ve heard that the American economy would collapse without illegal immigrants picking fruit in California, or that foreign-born people (often Russian Jews, Chinese, or Indians) make better entrepreneurs, or that immigrants just have better families than Americans do, you’ve been fed justification for the status quo by someone who benefits from it. In the legal world, that’s considered a conflict of interest.

I don’t like the term xenophobia. I’m not irrationally afraid of people who aren’t like me. I'm not afraid of them, period. The smarmy, irony-steeped numales and catladies who upbraid the men of the right for being “afraid of new things” or “racist” are just demonstrating that their ability to do risk assessment or perimeter defense is grossly impaired and compromised. Virtue-signaling is the way of the pharisee. We know that these people are in fact quite uncomfortable with vibrancy, since they move away from it when they want to start a family or earn enough money. Supporting the idea of diversity is often sufficient enough for them, let others experience it. Let others deal with militarized police and the impact of counter-terrorism. Let others deal with failing schools and high crime. Let others deal with stagnant wages and increased competition in the labor market. Let others deal with anomie.

The xenophile fancies himself a progressive and enlightened critical thinker, but the reality is that merely his brain can take a heavier load of cognitive dissonance.

The xenoskeptic on the other hand, notices that the elites of his society—whom many already regard with suspicion if not outright ire—have become great moral defenders of foreigners. He believes that this relationship has both cause and consequences. He knows he is not the primary benefactor of this relationship, and he is right. It’s not a coincidence. No one asked him whether Israel was our greatest ally, if Islam is a religion of peace, or if he wants his neighborhood to become mestizo.

Why does the prince surround himself with foreign bodyguards? And why should we wait for the day when we are ruled by transgender communist mamluks?

Also published at Atlantic Centurion.

The trillion dollar question.

There is a problem in Europe. A massive one. And no one has been capable or strong enough to solve it.

We’ll see what the future brings, but I’ve got a few ideas that I believe would completely solve the crisis.

First, we have to define the problem.

How To Solve The European Migrant Crisis: The Problem

What we have occurring right now is that:

• Millions of Muslims, mostly young men, have flooded and are still flooding into Europe. These Muslim men are travelling from hundreds, if not thousands of miles away
• These Muslim men are mostly coming from Pakistan, Afghanistan, North and Sub-Saharan Africa (IE: not coming from Syria)
• These Muslim men are causing massive problems to the societies they are entering

There are huge problems in regard to all crime, but specifically sexual assaults and rape.

Why is that?

These Young Muslim Men Feel Like Conquerors

If you’ve ever traveled a great distance outdoors- such as a long bike ride, hiking, exploring, or went on a far away vacation; you may know what I’m talking about.

These men trudged through rough terrain, slept in crappy conditions, and exposed themselves to all the natural elements before they arrived at their destination (mostly in Germany).

They went through (in their mind) hostile Christian lands before arriving in Germany. (Side note: Perhaps if these lands were truly hostile we wouldn't have had this crisis in the first place.)

All of this exercise, travel difficulties, and travel experiences have greatly jacked up their dopamine and dopamine receptors.

Strenuous exercise, new experiences, and adversity greatly increase dopamine and dopamine receptors in the brain.

On top of that- many of these men truly believe that they are there to settle (and eventually) claim these lands for Islam.

Accomplishment: achieving what you set out to do- also gives you a huge spike in dopamine.

(Quick note: dopamine is the neurochemical that gives you motivation and drive)

But that’s not all. More importantly:

So, picture this:

You just traveled a great distance and overcame great adversity. You have seen and accomplished more than most of your ancestors, and you know it.

You finally arrive at your destination and, while you may feel a bit worn out, you feel great as you finally made it.

You are fit, looking good, and ready for any challenge out there.

And because of the above- your sex drive is extremely high and you are very horny.

Now, you also see hundreds of attractive, young, scantily dressed (compared to what you are used to) European Christian women walking around.

You’ve heard that they are easy, and also heard that many of them invited you in. Some of them even greeted you at the train station on your way into the country.

Since you are very confident and feel great, are fit, and don’t really care about these women, you will make advances.

Also, since Muslims treat their women very different than Western Men do, you weren’t really taught nor care about sexual harassment, being ‘creepy’ and/or rape.

Besides, they are just Christian, not Muslim, women.

To you- women are meant to submit to men at all times; and since you’re feeling powerful- you assume that they should submit to you.

How To Solve The Problem

1. Teach the Muslim Immigrants about the importance of feminism and the dangers of rape culture

By getting the Muslim men to buy into feminism, and how men are dangerous rapists, you can help combat and reverse their strong features of masculinity. Get them to feel guilty for being men.

Get the men to act more passively, and believe that women are just as good, if not better, than men at everything.

2. Teach the Muslim Immigrants about their Muslim Guilt; Make Them Feel Ashamed of Their Past

Tell them that their forefathers were homophobic, sexist, and racist. Tell them that their ancestors oppressed and slaughtered minorities, and that their whole past is made up of evil deeds.

Get them to work against their own interests, and only look to help out every other ethnic and religious group.

3. Teach the Muslim Immigrants the Importance of LGBT

Teach the men that homosexual relationships are just as good, if not better, than ones between a man and woman. That the outcomes and purpose of these relationships are equal.

Encourage these men to go into the LGBT community, and also encourage some of them to ‘come out’ and join the group.

Tell them that a homosexual lifestyle is just as good, if not better, than having a family.

4. Teach the Muslim Immigrants the Importance of Secularism

Not only that, teach them how bad their religion is. How oppressive, racist, sexist, and homophobic it is.

Tell them that we no longer need God, because the State will guide your morality and protect you.

5. Teach the Muslim Immigrants the Importance of ‘Nation Building’ and ‘Democracy’

Teach them the importance of our Middle Eastern wars. How we needed to, and must, spread Democracy through out the region.

How we must protect our allies from these evil countries, and that it is worth the trillions of dollars we have to spend, and must continue to spend.

The Reality

The reality is that everything I listed is what caused the European Migrant Crisis in the first place.

How the European people, specifically White European men, have been brainwashed into believing things that go against their self interests as a people.

How every one of those points attack:

• the European family
• male and female relationships
• being proud of your past and your heritage
• the importance of marriage and family for the survival and continuance of your people

The 5 points above need to be discredited and reversed if the European Migrant Crisis is ever to be solved.

Men must become proud of their past. Men must be strong, brave, and reject propaganda.

Men must become men again

The first of TWO episodes of The Daily Shoah for this week is available at Radio.TheRightStuff.Biz.

Urbanization is a massive problem.

The major cities of America: New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago are bastions of Cultural Marxism. From here is where the urban elite make plans to dictate to the rest of America, and scheme on how to shape the nation in their image.

What image is that?

Urbanites Wish To Create an 'Urban America'

I identified Urbanization as 1 of the 4 Major Power Centers of the Cultural Marxist Left in this article.

Urban centers are places where White Liberals, SJWs, urban elites, homosexuals, and non-Whites congregate to implement their Cultural Marxist programs. These cities are very diverse (diversity meaning fewer Whites) and socially liberal (of the Cultural Marxist variety).

Much of the reason for the constant Liberal outcry because of the election of Donald Trump is that they can't see how anyone could have voted for him. They live in an urban bubble where most everyone is a conformist; they all believe in the Leftist Cultural Marxist ideology of pro-feminism, pro-homosexuality, pro-diveristy (fewer Whites), and especially the idea of living in and for the moment.

"New" America: Multi-Cult America

Urbanites are surrounded by other people who think the same way as they do, and can't understand how Trump won. They can't seem to wrap their heads around the idea that millions and millions of Americans reject their Cultural Marxist beliefs.

As I said above, they are conformists to the greatest degree. They regurgitate the same talking points that the Corporate Media tells them to say. They believe that since all the Cultural Marxist ideas are 'popular', they must be right and that everyone must conform to them. They wish to create an America that is one big New York City.

Now that I've given a little background to the average urbanite mindset, let's look into one specific group: The White Urban Liberal.

White Urban Liberals are Children

Big cities do have a lot of power and clout in their respective states, and even nationally. They have enough power to sway State elections from Red to Blue. If you took away Chicago and New York City, Illinois and New York would be red states.

Much of the economic activity, and in turn what makes these cities powerful, is all because of the economic productivity of the White Urban Liberals who live there.

These White Urban Liberals (WULs) usually move from their small towns and suburbs to the big city. One of the main reasons given for this move is because of a job opportunity.

I would argue that the WULs move to the city in order to avoid accepting any responsibility.

Again, WULs are almost all conformists in the strictest sense. These are your sports watching, beer drinking, molly taking and weed smoking, PUA (Pick Up Artist) shitlibs.

They are the ones that buy into what the Corporate Media has told them to believe: that the next logical step after college is to move to the big city.... in order to extend this infantile and adolescent lifestyle.

Just part of the urban lifestyle.. what you're not doing this? You must be lame.

They won't ever come out and admit this, of course. But, if you just look at their lifestyle, it is clear. Some of the traits and thoughts of these UWLs are:

• Going to all of the festivals and concerts that the city offers. It's all about experience and living in the moment, so why not go to all of these events in order to drink heavily and take drugs? It's what I'm told is 'cool', and since I'm a conformist if I don't do it than I must not be cool.

• Working for the weekend. The weekend is a time to get smashed with your boys at the bar. Spending $50+ on drinks is totally acceptable. I mean you slaved away all day in an office job that you don't like, so why not?

• Staying out late to pick up chicks. No, you're not looking for a girlfriend (or a wife, lol) as that's too expensive and would be an actual responsibility, and you're not about that life. But, Hollywood movies and T.V. shows have taught you that you should have as much sex as possible, and if you're not than you are missing out in life.

• Staying out late to hook up with guys. You're a college educated, empowered single woman with her own job and apartment. The Hollywood movies, T.V. shows, and celebrity gossip all encourage hooking up with random guys, so it must be acceptable and normal. If you aren't doing this than something must be wrong with you. Getting drunk and hooking up with random guys is a normal thing, you are told.

Girls: You're not cool if you're not dressing like this and grinding with random guys at concert festivals

If you've ever been to college, especially a big one, you will notice something about the above. This thought process and lifestyle is almost exactly the way college kids are told to live, to a T.

Much of the WULs lifestyle is basically an extension of adolescence.

The definition of adolescence is as follows:

the period following the onset of puberty during which a young person develops from a child into an adult.

The main difference between a child and adult is responsibility. A child is usually unable or unwilling to take responsibility for themselves (take care of themselves) or to take responsibility for others.

Living in the moment, for only yourself, is the definition of being a child.

When your whole life revolves around going out on the weekends to binge drink, take drugs, hook up with random people and party, you are not an adult. You might say at least they are responsible and have a job, and to that I say that the job only exists in order to fund their selfish ways.

I haven't even mentioned the high cost of living. By living in these cities and living for the moment, most of these WULs have little to no savings. If you're only purpose is to indulge in bodily pleasures then of course you won't worry about saving much money until you are 'older.' Nevermind that many of them are in their upper 20's and 30's and still living this lifestyle.

White Urban Liberals Fund Cultural Marxist Programs

Chicago Public Schools. Very diverse. Diversity is Our Strength.

The majority of government programs don't benefit Whites. Most of the welfare: housing, food stamps, cash payments, after-school programs, etc go to non-Whites.

The majority of government jobs in these urban areas go to non-Whites. Just walk into any city or urban county office and you will easily see 50%+ of the workers being non-White. These jobs pay well, have great benefits, and pay incredible pensions (so much so that major cities are bankrupting themselves to pay $50,000+ pensions for people who no longer work).

As WULs are the majority of the productive class in these cities, we can see that they are the main financiers of these Cultural Marxist programs.

Why are they living this lifestyle? Why are they simply living in the moment and not planning for a future?

Mexicans are just taking the welfare that Whites refuse to take

White Urban Liberals Lack Purpose

Let me reiterate: WULs are conformists. When you conform, you just accept what is 'popular' as what is right. Most of us were not conformists and were able to find and seek truth, instead of just believing what we were told to believe.

Since they are conformists, they believe in whatever purpose they are told to pursue.

What is the purpose that our great gatekeepers of the culture tell us?

• Experience matters most; live in the moment
• You're only going to be in your 20's once, so enjoy it as much as you can (which by 'enjoy' is defined as seek immediate gratification)
• Serious girlfriends/boyfriends, wives/husbands, and children are a burden and not necessary to 'enjoy' your life
• Drugs and sex are liberation. Family and traditional culture is oppression
• The pursuit of pleasure is the purpose of life

The above is actually a list of no purpose. Your purpose cannot be to simply fulfill immediate gratification for your senses. There has to be something more.

Many of us have come from, or lived a college/urban lifestyle. We have recognized its folly and have made changes in our life to find our purpose.

What is our purpose?

Many of us, after finding truth and seeing the reality of our world, have come to find a similar purpose for our life.

Roughly speaking: Our purpose is to find a way to continue our way of life. Our purpose is to find a way for the continued existence of our people.

We know that in order to achieve our purpose, if we really are serious about it, we need to make positive changes in our lives. Our Cultural Marxist brainwashing may still have some effect on us; where we view some of these things to be 'uncool.' I myself still have to deal with it, as the programming goes deep. But, we all need to push forward.

We need to make positive changes in our lives, such as :

• Realizing that life isn't simply about what gives us pleasure; that is, what feels good only in this moment.
• Realizing that there is something greater than ourselves to work towards, to fight for, to preserve
• Realizing that watching pornography, abusing alcohol, and abusing drugs harms us in our goals and life purpose
• Realizing that a P.U.A. lifestyle is one of pleasure seeking, and one that actually harms both us and our own women
• Realizing that we may need to sacrifice and plan for the future

Changing yourself isn't easy. I'm not going to sugarcoat it.

In fact, it can be extremely difficult. The only way that I've made sustained changes in my life is when I had an overriding purpose to pursue. Do you have a purpose in your life; are you working towards something greater than yourself? If yes, we all need to make changes in order to pursue and ultimately accomplish our goals in life.

It's hard enough to change ourselves, let alone other people. But, the best way to change others is to change yourself for the better, first and foremost.

When others see you as a mentally and physically strong, determined, and purpose driven person, they will respect you. They might begin to question what they themselves are doing with their own lives. THAT is how you encourage others to change their own behavior. YOU show them how it is done, so they know it is possible and is positive.

The time is now.

Implement and work towards your purpose in life. Always ask yourself, "Is what I'm doing helping me achieve my goals; helping me pursue my purpose?" If no, try to work on it. If yes, keep doing what you're doing and always try to keep improving yourself.

The last thing I need to say:

I want you guys to know this. In order to know where I'm coming from.

Many years ago, I was the typical 'college' kid.

I was a 'cool' kid.

I did party; I did drink heavily.

I did go out and stayed up late in order to try and 'hook up' with random girls.

I did live a selfish lifestyle only for myself and seeking my own pleasure.

That is why I can discuss this topic with such depth.

I've been there. It was because I had no purpose in my life.

But that has all changed now.

Let me tell you this. All of you I've met and interacted with; either in person, via Twitter, in the comment sections, etc.

You are all way 'cooler' and better people than all of my so called 'cool' friends ever were. You know the type; highschool/college athletes. Guys who hooked up with random girls. Guys who went to all the concerts and parties just to do drugs. They are all conformists through and through.

You are not. You are the type of person I want to interact with and spend my time with.

We seek the truth. We will continue to find it.

I am glad we are on the same side; that we have the same purpose.

The time is now.

Let's go.

Also published at Purpose to Power .