The political climate sure has gotten ridiculously oppressive in the past 20 or 30 years. Back in the 70s and 80s we didn’t have all this ‘anti-terrorist’ legislation, so, naturally we had more freedom. One would have to be pretty dull and thick to not see that all these recent restrictions are directed more at us, the common citizens rather than than the bogeymen of beaked, swarthy Arabs slyly trying to sneak explosives into the country. We have to wonder, why do we need all these confining laws now? There were certainly enough weapons and explosives around in, say, the 1950s and no shortage of individuals who had real or imagined grievances with our Government and their policies and actions.
Are we to believe our own FBI and CIA are even less sophisticated now than they were then? That terrorists have suddenly become more clever and capable? Bloody unlikely. Obviously all that 9/11 bullshit was staged. Personally I think it was the israelis who have far more control over our country than most people would readily or comfortably believe. At any rate, what an incredible coincidence that they suddenly contrived a way to strip us of so many of our freedoms after they had already successfully gagged us socially so we can no longer think and speak freely with all this PC garbage flourishing everywhere. To me this is only one more bit of proof that the Government and the media, even the entertainment media, are not just in cahoots, but ran by the exact same people. Also a quick look at who is targeted by all this legislation and Cultural Marxist PC nonsense will reveal that it is actually traditional America that we are in fact at war with here. Anyway, I originally wanted to write out something about my own political development since the topic of ‘awakenings’ is pretty hot these days.
White people are all basically liberal by nature. Never mind what all those jew professors, PBS shows and textbooks say. Making use of this very fact is how they have been successfully manipulating us for years. Roosevelt allowing the Japanese to bomb Pearl Harbor was only a small aspect of how we were duped into getting sucked into yet ANOTHER European war (and on the wrong side). The American public had already, for years, been being biased against Germany with all kinds of exaggerated stories in the press about how rotten those ‘nazis’ were, and don’t forget all those dumb movies about evil ‘nazis’ and German spies and all that garbage. The reality was that Germany in the 30s was doing amazingly well and everyone was happy and productive and, most importantly, had a strong sense of national identity. You must keep in mind how desperate and messed up the world was at that time. Most people were actually buying into all that jew crap that a world wide workers’ revolution was the only answer. At any rate also remember that international jewry officially declared war on Germany in 1933 and that the jews controlled the news and entertainment media as well as most of the important politicians even then.
Anyway, I only meant that as an example, didn’t mean to get carried away like that. At any rate I was pretty much the same as most other young people my own age and race growing up. One could say I was even more open minded and liberal than most of the other children because anything strange and different held a fascination over me. I suppose that’s probably the case with most young boys, but I always had a particularly powerful and active imagination. My imagination was, in fact, so active that I always had to constantly be drawing to relieve some of the pressure. Since things were nowhere near as far gone in the 70s as they are now, the community I lived in was predominantly White. Whatever few negroes or Asians we saw around we took great interest in. Sure, there would usually be a few kids who would be mean to them, but it was generally understood that they came from bad homes. Although I had a few friends who were not White I was not terribly obsessed with their background or ‘culture’ any more than I was with my own. As I grew a little older I began noticing certain negative traits, mostly in my black acquaintances, that I really found distasteful, like their creativity while conveying supposed facts, their sticky fingers and general dishonesty and the loose and casual way they had of carelessly discussing the most crass and disgusting things. Remember, as I said it was a very White community I lived in so what few negroes we had always were on their best behavior too. One thing I find interesting about all this is it shows how White social pressure works to bring out the best in people. Not only the negroes we had, but the aggressive children who hated them felt deterred from giving them a hard time in public because they knew most of us would not approve of them doing so. If any of you have had the misfortune to be lost in a negro area or just in a crowd of them you know how the opposite is true and they always seem to behave much worse in large groups. Of course many of us are amused by the comically foul language of nature’s clowns as well as other lax aspects of negro behavior, like their sexual promiscuity and many of us try to emulate it because the media is currently telling everyone how cool it is to do so. I will later touch upon some information which shall clarify why it is not a good idea to do so near the end of this document.
I believe I was 19 or 20 when I saw my Grandfather reading Alex Haley’s ‘The Autobiography of Malcolm X’. He used to get cheap paperbacks from some local thrift store, and occasionally stumbled across some very interesting titles, like Danial Mannix’s “Those about to die” which was a fascinating read about the history of the Roman games. However I found this to be sort of an unusual selection to see him reading. I even asked him why he chose that book and he said it was interesting because it gave him some insight into how they think. Naturally that piqued my interest, so after he had finished reading it I myself read it.
Admittedly, or at least, such was my impression, what we had been taught about slavery and the negro experience in school back in the 70′s was pretty facile, so it was a pretty unpleasant adventure my just diving into the dirty pool of blackness that was that book. I now realise that book was actually fairly mild compared to much negro literature one can find. It was a disgusting document not so much because it dwelt on the poverty of the black community so much as how they react to their situation. All that hatred, resentment, the childish revenge fantasies always steeped in the most blatantly pornographic racism constantly bubbling out of their simian little minds like a medieval witch’s cauldron. Yes, it was pretty grotesque, but like most Caucasions I am strongly empathetic so my pity for them welled over my revulsion and I felt sorry for them and tried to be liberal. Remember, this was back in the early 80s before it became the norm and I had not yet taken all that many college classes. I knew some girls who were going to university but they were all more preoccupied with feminism much more than negro stuff. I arrived at this ‘liberal’ point of view independently. Yes, the media was heavily leaning in that direction even then, although it was nowhere near as bad as it is now where it seems to lay entirely prostrate before the entirety of negro biomass as if in an attitude of undiluted worship and adulation.
Knowing me I think had negroes actually been being oppressed unfairly that would have drawn me towards their struggle much more passionately. Admittedly I feel somewhat awkward confessing that, but I also think it’s entirely normal for Europeans at that age to identify closely to the underdog and long to help them fight their oppressors. The reality that most young people need to realise is that it is in fact their own people who are presently being oppressed towards extinction even by the powers that be. Ironically it was some of my own experiences in college and in the town of Berkeley itself that finally opened my eyes to the whole black scam. While in college they had us read a bunch of books by negro writers. I quickly noticed how little imagination they all had and how poorly they wrote. Seems all they can write about is being fucking black.
Also I had some black teacher for, of all things, an English composition class. He was particularly combative with me for some reason. I soon noticed how irrational his method of aguing was. His thinking was disordered. He didn’t discuss anything to arrive at the truth, rather it was always to further his own agenda. It was way more important to him that everyone thought he had won the argument than to actually get to the bottom of things. Keep in mind none of these disagreements were ever about anything important, all very miner stuff. Naturally, even way back then, I had the common sense never to actually win any of these debates since this negro was the one who would ultimately give me my final grade. After an entire semester of kissing dirty negro ass on top of doing all my work the bastard gave me a “B”. It was the only time I had ever gotten anything less than an “A” in any kind of English class. So experiences like that at school, as well as the TNB I was occasionally subjected to in the town itself, their pushiness, the way they like to gang up on and intimidate people, their arrogance and dishonesty, those and so many other things all accumulated so high and heavy that they cast a gigantic black shadow over whatever sympathies for them I once had and entirely obliterated them in darker impressions.
Anyway,life went on more or less normally for quite a spell till a series of contrived misfortunes ended with me living in a Government subsidized building full of negroes in Oakland. That’s where I finally got to see what they were like in their own natural environment where they were entirely free of White supervision and pressure. I finally found that every single stereotype I had heard was actually 100% based on truth, except the good ones. For instance there were very few negroes in that building who were likely to have any athletic genius considering they were all pretty much over weight or on the sickly side. As for them all having innate rhythm or musical gifts, well, allow me to say here I have never heard so much annoying off key caterwauling in my entire life. Shit, I could sing better than any of those motherfuckers and believe me, that’s an insult! We White people are not only empathetic, we also have a mania for being fair, so I went online to research the whole deal with negroes.
I made many frighteningly unpleasant discoveries. For one, the actual level of violent negro crime is most unsettling. For such a small fraction of the population the level of violence they are responsible for is nothing short of astounding. Center for Disease Control statistic concerning the amount of STDs and AIDS among negroes is also quite a shocker. Both these things speak loudly for their childish lack of impulse control. Then when I learned the fact that clinically speaking pure African and Australian negroes are severely mentally retarded, well then it all made sense. The reason they, unless generously assisted, live in poverty and squalor, has nothing to do with any ill will we are said to have against them, it is simply because they are far to primitive mentally to stand tall in modern Western society.
American negroes are said to be as much as 25% Caucasian, but that only boosts their intelligence a little bit. Negroes can crow about their supposedly gigantic manhood all they want (another bullshit myth concerning them), the fact of the matter is very few of them are any smarter than a White 7th grader. Just think back to how you all thought and behaved at that age when you were away from adults and maybe you will get some idea of what it must be like to be a negro. Except one thing, White 7th graders have much, much better impulse control and are generally much more honest.
Excellent post. Interesting to see how you began and how you came to conclusions. I guess it had nothing to do with the mythical “hate.”
Naw. I really do hate them just because they are dark. It sends me into an irrational homididal rage.
Whenever I see anything even painted black I start twitching nervously.
I’m perfectly fine with their behavior though.
They smell pretty too.
Ha! Dude you’re killin’ me right now!
I guess you’re a “content of their character” kind of guy.
You know what’s really hilarious? Negroes actually believe people hate them just for the color of their skin.
LOL!! Fuckin’ retards!!
You know you’re right. I didn’t grasp that as a kid but then I noticed that I myself never “judged” anyone on that basis- at all. Does one like the New York Jets because of their team colors or because it’s their home team?
It just seems odd that it is always framed in that way.
Well it’s obviously framed that way to trivialize such substantially justified concerns and make anyone wary of being around them seem stupid or silly.