Today, I’d like to go off the usual intellectual script of paperwork, long words, and winding philosophies. I shall remove my spectacles, take off my fine dress jacket, laid folded like a serial killer; remove my dress shirt, my slacks and suspenders, and even my fine wingtip shoes. I will then pull on my overalls, my Budweiser shirt, confederacy hat, some mud stompin’ boots, stick some Grizzly Finecut Wintergreen in my cheek, shotgun a beer, yell “Yeeeehaw” and say, “y’all motherfuckers is pissin’ me off!” Like this asshat right here.

That guy right there? Fuck him. Fuck his mom and pops. Now, before I get all overheated, here are some cows on a beach.


Woo wee! Let me tell ya. There is something rank on the internet right now that just really drives me up a tree. Half my family is in Missouri and Oklahoma. I got others in Ohio and Idaho. And if there’s any one thing I know, no, if there’s any two things I know, it’s racists and cows.

I don’t wanna dredge myself down to character assassination and all, so I’m gon’ leave ol’ CJ Chucklefuck here’s personal life alone. Evidence of him got pulled after a big ruckus, but his Wikipedia’s still up here:

Now, let’s start with just this post and it’s followin’ ones, alone. I don’t want to write a ten page diatribe on one asshole, I just want to bring some facts to sharp attention.

“If you look out your front door and can see the ocean, you’re probably a liberal. If you can see cows, you’re probably a racist.”

Maybe it’s a gentrification thing. Yuppie assholes runnin’ up the price of beachfront property. That shit ain’t cheap, lemme tell ya. And I can immediately call this bullshit because a lot of inner cities with no sign of the ocean got large cancerous lumps of liberals. Cities is indoctrination traps, we call ’em. Big granite and steel sandpits that pull good honest folks in and brainwash ’em, turn ’em into degenerates, and teach ’em to steal, lie, and murder.

I visit a lot of folks in small houses on ten acre properties and these people don’t lock their doors. They act kind and neighborly to everyone in town. Hell, in most of the towns my relatives live, everyone knows who lives in town. Any stranger comes through sticks out like a sore thumb. And not just Missouri. Northern California got the fag capital by the bay, sure, but you come up East over Interstate 5, or north of Sac, and you smell the sweet aroma of cow shit. My grandpappy lived north of Marysville and grew rice patties for nearly three decades. Chickens and goats and a cow or two. Across the way are endless fruit groves, down the road some nice folks had a dairy farm. He married some mail order bride from an island, twenty years younger than himself.

Ocean and farm are not exclusive. Racism and location neither. I spent a lot of time out in the sand, from Long Beach to Santa Barbara. And I can tell you, I met an awful lot more mean racist fucks with brown skin than I ever did with white skin. I’ve met really tolerant, nice Black folks in farmlands and I’ve been beat up by Mexicans after surfing. Correlation is not causation, you fuckwit.

“I think we need a study into the effects cows have on racism.”

Now this one, I don’t even wanna mention how racist that makes all Hindus by his Strawman. What I am gon’ say is that if you ever sit out and watch a heifer chewin’ cud on a nice peaceful day and you almost feel like you wanna be all diverse and liberal and shit… Until you see shithole migrant camps, riotin’ Dindus, shady fuckin’ Wetbacks, and them degenerate, self-hatin’ white, liberal, child-molestin’ sons of bitches-

Sorry. Sorry. The whole thing just puts my blood pressure through the roof. Only decent folk I ever meet put their hand in the soil. You wanna look past skin color, check how dirty a man’s hands get. Whether it’s working the dirt, the grease of engines, or just a hard day’s work, that’s the color of a good folk’s skin. Dirt. As the good Lord says, from dirt we came and unto dirt we return. And putting sweat and grime on yourself for hard hours at a time leads you to understand the fundamentals of a good and honest society. Beware the lazy ones in concrete jungles who can’t be ass’d to do an honest day’s work. I pick white above all, because I know what’s trusted and true. But those non white people I’ve let into my circles are the ones with blood, sweat, and tears on their hands.

“For 3 decades, rural America has waged a cultural war against those of us who like books, foreigners, & the ocean. Time to wage one back.”

Rural America ain’t done shit, boy. You bring your high priced Starbucks and selfie-obsessed narcissists into our small towns and you gon’ find out real quick, we got no patience for that shit. I love books, I know quite a few good old boys who love to read. Maybe it’s Stephen King or Louis L’Amour or that hack Dan Brown. But we read. Who the hell you think Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck and Ann Coulter and Bill O’Reilly sold their books to for the last several decades?

You fascist shitlibs can’t be buying that many just to burn ’em.

We ain’t waging a cultural war on the new progressive movement. I don’t know if you reckon the meaning of them words. Conservative means to conserve. We stay in one place. That wide sea of red voters you saw this last election that scared the hell out of you? That’s America. That always was. Those were the people who’d lived here before the big cities. Those fine pilgrims and cowboys that tended this land and utilized it, bringing it out of the hands of native savages, bloodthirsty Mexicans, and the goddamned French. Conservation is status quo.

Progressive movement is just that, movement. A creeping, festering filth that grows and grows. Every year I see less of God’s land out there and more of these decrepit, run down, over costly cities. Metropolises bloated out so wide they merge into other cities and become megalopolises. It’s like that Star Craft video game. Cities creep. They’re a plague that consumes and grows and consumes some more.

Monstrous crypts and endless skeletal highways that rip everything sacred away from the trees and the streams and replace it with artificial terrain. Towering crime-ridden hives. You ever seen them Judge Dredd movies? That’s your future. Hell. Every good SciFi that doesn’t blow us to hell and back in scavenger wastelands always ends up the other side of the spectrum. Walled prisons.

In cow land, we don’t have prisons. We just hang people. I better take a breath. My face is so red I feel like grabbing a rope and-

“What has rural America ever done for us? I mean other than that one farmer who let the ghosts of the 1919 White Sox play in his corn field”

I don’t even like that movie, but rural America has done more for you than your cities have. We teach morals, duty, responsibilities, neighborly love. We know each person near us, each person in town. We know the gossip, sure. We are a community and we stick together. When someone’s done wrong by the system, we all pitch in to help. And we all go to church, even if we don’t particularly like it.

And what’s your city ever done for you? A check from the government? How many of your neighbors do you even know? How many locks are on your door? And where in tarnation do you think all that produce in the store comes from? Some hippie in a tiny condo? Some cholos shootin’ up children on the sidewalk? Or one of your tiny, pitiful inner city grow projects where you make a few vegetables?

My family alone can field enough crops for ten thousand. Can your tiny virtue signally weeds do that?

Fuck city slickers. Fuck yuppies and hippies. Fuck the growing infestation of “progressive movement”. Fuck Welfare and clean fingers. Fuck shady souls and barred windows and rioting hooligans. And fuck Obamacare, just because.

The vast majority of this land is Red because it’s the blood of America. The beating heart of the modern world. And those cancerous chunks that asphyxiate into necrotic frostbitten Blue tumors on our shores need to be cut off to save the host.

God, Hallelujah, give me strength with these arrogant coastal nitwits.

I put up a suit and tie, a fancy hat and reading glasses and I walk and talk among the social elites of Onanist narcissists. But deep down in my blood, I know where my family comes from. And what got this country this far.

For full disclosure I have gone cow tippin’ before.

The left had everything on their side!

They had Hollywood shilling hard, mainstream media, too; banks and corporations, all together. The Neocon right who had lost the Obama fight were rubbing greedy hands in her corner. Saudi Arabia, along with other founders of terror and human rights abuse, funneled gold to her coffers, and online shills peddled her supposed thrills, funded by her offers. George Soros’ puppet danced in the ruckus with a rigor mortis mannequin’s best strut. Google and Facebook wackos worked to filter her detractors’ sympathy, while the big three News Headed Hydra played the pied piper symphony. All in all, the champagne corks popped with her early success while Newsweek had her victory coverage splayed across their desks. Despite a mountain of evidence leaked, quite by coincidence, right on the eve of the election, the FBI and DOJ both fought to concede against charging her with any conviction.

Her primaries were rigged by the nepotistic DNC bystanders in order to eliminate any chance of candidate Bernie Sanders. The SJWs and Feminists, the LGBTQMNOP and the dykes on motor bikes, the rioting Dindus and Kebabs all a’fuming, and even our own traitorous GOP stooges, all conspired to support a Hillary win as they got on the small screens to lie again and again. She cowed all her rivals to their knees. Obama and Sanders shilled as hard as the shilling could be. Foreign leaders and former US Presidents alike all stood behind the establishment tree, on top of which sat the most Machiavellian witch that the world could have ever conceived. Bathed in the blood of Spirit Cooking, mysterious deaths to any that went looking into what was really behind Haiti, pasta, and pizza. Loads of illegal voters trucked in, polls gave her 98% wins, while the media covered up her ill health and disease. A billion or more in campaigning, with the citizens complaining that she wasn’t detained for crimes awaiting arraignment.

The left had no chance of losing!

The establishment bet the house on the way things were. Steady the course. New World Order and the new Cold War.

“Why?” the Young Turks pleaded and cried. “How could this be?” was Rachael Maddow’s tearful plee. “Someone must have cheated, let’s riot and protest, let us bite hands that feed and leave our cities a mess.” More violent migrants with their rapes, more fake self harm for attention, more illegals to vote, more black violence, not to mention all the kiddie diddlers awaiting Clinton support and dangerous transgender bathroom ruling in court. “Why, a Clinton win,” they all cheered with chagrin, “would allow us to revel degenerate! Malevolent! Think of all the babies we’ll have aborted!”

How could you have lost?

Well, young shitlibs, gather round, for I shall tell you a story. It’s one of division with no allegory.

White America is fucking pissed.

You divide and deceive. You fabricate need of ills that are simply not needed. You let the economy tank and debt bloat like a snake which has swallowed a zebra. You allow companies to run away, along with mounds of foreign aid, all to ungrateful allies who spit in our eyes. You let both Korea and Iran have bombs you yourself disarmed and thought Russia was the next big bad guy. You blamed it on bigotry and the wage gap myth and you singled out fucking white males. You supported mass degeneracy and overlooked pedo and terror rings by putting power in the hands of insipid land whales. The majority of your support comes from urban wastelands, where there are  bars on the windows and white men eat from trash cans, where the blacks and Hispanics are murdering cops, and when the police shoot back society stops, all to point a finger at the horrible police state that your Welfare violence and mental illness helped to create.

Yet you lost. Why?

The south will fucking rise again.

The rural, the working, the strict of morals. Those patriarch who ignore the small time squabbles. The wealthy, the smart, and the economically sounded. The morally wealthy and holistically rounded. They knew, they all knew, to get out there and vote. To stop pedophiles and Satanists sacrificing goats, to stop degeneracy and vile violence, civil abuse, and everything hallow. To stop the establishment’s crusade against fundamental family values.

We knew. And we make up a larger amount of land ownership than you. We are not apartment renters living off the government tit. We’re the blood, sweat, and sacrifice this country was founded with. And these big sprawling cities where the liberals thrive in the pangs of pandemonium stricken ghetto hives, where the colleges indoctrinate children their whole lives and the monsters roam streets wielding long knives? For every acre of them is a hundred acres of land, where the farmers and small town folk do trade by their hands. Where life is still cherished, the family is, too, where morals are prized above urban social zoos. Where the skin color’s white and the trucks are all huge. And everyone has a hundred guns waiting for you.

We won. Trump is in office and now that you’ve had your fun, it’s time to address this.

To lay out a road map, and cut out the crap, for where we now go so the ravenous masses will finally know: See the bright future for Alt-Right and Nationalists, as the grown ups take charge before these kids drive us off cliffs. It’s not about gloating, or pride, or a break, there’s still an uphill battle ahead and so much at stake. From the recounts to riots, still our future needs reclaimed! There’s still a million Kebabs clawing at the door and thousands among us waiting to Allah Akbar! Still a million illegals who refuse to adapt, and the liberal agenda filling our children with crap. It’s not about race, sex, religion, or lifestyle. It’s really about America surviving the fire. Either you stand with us and pave a way to survive or be crushed beneath boots of our angered rise. We got here through work and there’s much more to do, and now with control we can finally excuse you.

Get out of the way, shitlibs, let us do our job. Or this country will be a wasteland swimming in Kebab.

To my conservative brethren, keep the pace, please! We must work steady, hard, and never concede. Set an example for the right way, righteous and solvent is how the future is won. But if the laws work against it, well, even illegal we’ll do what must be done. Start by breaking up big everything: government, corporations, and banks. Return power from monopolies to people, or this whole country tanks. We need to ensure that families are stable, extended and loyal. With uncles and grandfathers and even that aunt who looks like Susan Boyle. Together we strive, against a whole world gone mad. No more extended wars, no more money abroad. Even trade on all fronts will ensure we’re not screwed. Seal up our borders and flip off the rude. End political correctness and the Social Justice groupthink. Boys will wear blue and the Girls can wear pink.

Freedom of speech and freedom of guns together will give us a win.

Economically smart while socially stable.


A secretive cult of cannibalistic dark-god worshiping witches in kooky rituals. A child prostitution delivery service managed by Democrat officials tied to a secret sex cult island and pizza delivery restaurants.

Taglines of some grindhouse film or summer thriller? Political espionage? Not unless you’re Alex Jones or David Icke. Real tinfoil crazies crowd. That kind of revelation would have Robert Anton Wilson cackling madly. Right? This is crazy talk.

Yet in the latest turn of events, Podesta emails from Wikileaks have pointed to a sinister truth that many people have known for decades. Underage trafficking is popular with the wealthy, as are all sorts of spiritual gurus and occult personalities, and a complex network of individuals cover up all the evidence they can.

For years we’ve known a wide amount of sexual exploits of Bill “Infidelity starts with In” Clinton. On a tangent, though, we have the Cosby scandal, whose gears have been gunked up so foul to keep it from putting him in prison just long enough to let natural age push him beyond reproach. I’m not one to listen to the stupidity of rape culture from the outrage cults infesting our colleges, but things like this do make me stand up and take notice. Put into the evidence locker Elijah Wood’s comments about how wide spread sexual abuse is against child celebrities. It’s easy enough to look at nearly every child star Disney produced who spiraled into debauch self destruction. To pull all of this together, I’d like you to consider the well documented infamous Jimmy Savile case in which an entire British industry covered up the abused of hundreds of children over decades.

Any one case might be hand waved or addressed by it’s uniqueness. But the compounded implication of leaked details and the storm of rumors authenticated with real evidence have painted a very grim picture. The people who currently run the world know no rules of God nor Government. They buy and sell people as sacks of flesh. Sexual predators are beings of greed and avarice, drawn to positions of power through which they can exploit others. There is no greater power than that of the highest echelons of society. For this alone I think the populace needs to rise up in revolt and weed out this vile behavior.

Then there’s Spirit Cooking. Marina Abramović, a performance artist who is cherished among the liberal artist community, friend to the most powerful and famous pop stars, did a series of pieces for museums called Spirit Cooking. As well, you can find the book she published here. She even put together a Kickstarted foundation for her work ideas.

Now a side tangent. Some people watch birds. Others build model trains. Others cheer on sports teams. I happen to collect information about the occult and metaphysics. I’m an anthropologist in spirit and to fully understand humanity I find learning why they believe what they believe is important. Especially when it involves metaphysics.

I can tell you off the bat that her book and that video revolve around tantric fertility rites. Sufis, Gnostics, and especially Yogis all revere the intense spirituality and magical power (at least in their minds) of intimate sex between lovers. In a lot of occult rituals, sexual release is part of what powers the spell working. A lot of belief systems tie orgasm to connecting with the divine, which is why religions like to keep sex reserved relationships that serve the divine.

I support my first amendment. For that, I have to give Marina a pass. Spirit Cooking itself is a non story for me. She believes in stones and spirits and painting the wall with pig’s blood and mixing bodily fluids to connect her and her lover in blah blah blah. Is it really much different from anything else we’ve gotten from gurus and cult leaders over the years? Sure it’s not Christian. But if we attack some avant-garde artist not only do we get away from Crooked Hillary but there are a thousand odd Satanic performance artists out there to distract us.

It’s the tenuous web of people connected to her and Spirit Cooking that bothers me. It’s the child trafficking ring that they participate in. What is troubling is that other art pieces Marina has been involved with, attended by Lady Gaga and Jay Z, have frequently featured cannibalism motifs. Not just in baked goods made to look like dead bodies, check out this painting of hers below titled Balkan Baroque I.


There’s something oddly unsettling about this piece. To me, at least.

Right now the conservative community is hounding Marina for her art. Aside from being protected by the constitution, I really dissuade anyone from pursuing this connection mainly because it’s a red herring. Sure. Say her work contacts demons and symbolizes cannibalism and inducts celebrities. The more attention that draws to Marina for her strange art, the less attention that gets places on Bill Clinton flying on Lolita Express and attending Jeffery Epstein’s island for Pizza. We need to focus on how bought the Justice Department is while they shut down any arrest of the culprits.

Spirit Cooking is a link between these things, but it’s not interesting to approach alone. Artists have the freedom to art, as long as they do not break any laws. Religious nuts have the right to be religious and nuts, as long as they do not break any laws. But we’re looking at a cult nexus of wealthy, powerful people who’ve intertwined every level of government, media, and infrastructure that weeding them out will require something like a new civil war. People who abuse those who cannot defend themselves for sick thrills.

I stand up to protect freedom of speech. But I for one am ready to stand up and fight back against the degeneracy rife within our governing parties. I suggest all of you take up issue with this whole subject. Anyone around Jeffery Epstein is as complicit in his crimes as those who kept Savile’s horrors silent. We should not stand for that at all. We should rise up, by the millions, and clean our government of pedophiles and rapists.

Now with our man in the white house, we need to make sure these people are buried deep.

Regardless of my own sexuality, I spent many years being called a faggot and getting beaten up. I think we all did. Even through much of my early adult years, as an outcast I quickly found solace in the LGBT community. And for a period of time, they had started to brainwash me that I might be a woman.

I am not a woman.

Society is beset upon by mental viruses, thought patterns that enter host minds and infect, seeping into behavior. One of the worst of these aggressive mimetic coding is the mental illness that is transgender lifestyle. I’ll keep my comments as professional as I can, but this subject boils my blood.

Transgender identity disorder is a mental illness right up there next to various dissociative and personality disorders, such as schizophrenia, bipolar, and enjoying Tyler Perry movies. It’s becoming an epidemic that should be met with counseling, psychiatry, and likely some medication. But we’ve heard this rhetoric again and again, and I don’t need to preach to choirs to explain how the mind can be convinced of the most powerful delusions.

If you’re reading this blog then I likely don’t have to go into depth about the coddling attention that the illness gets from liberal media and Social Justice Cultists. “Born this way” is the crutch excuse wielded across the LGBT. Notably, the suffering and abuse which that community has faced in the last century gives them the desperation to use anything to fend off their attackers. I can sympathize with their situation. But I personally believe “born this way” is bullshit. The only thing man is born to is his infant body.  Everything else is made in this world. You are what you eat, whether those nutrients enter through your ears, eyes, or mouth. Born this way is a weapon with which to keep the fascists out of their sex life, but no one is born any one way.

A man is made by the results of his labors. And like my forged namesake believed, man’s nature is selfish and most apparent where currency is fabricated. In a natural state all people are equal and independent in creation, but not by fate or decree. They are equal only by exercising the natural right to defend life, health, Liberty, and possession. With guns, lots of lovely guns. We are not born, we are made. We are blank sheets on which to be written.

What concerns me is how many followers are choosing to make themselves mentally ill. Confusing wishes with biology has not led to happy, healthy people who magically change genders, as if the gods spied them pondside with water nymphs. No, it has led to unbalanced and mutilated burnouts. We throw drugs, chemicals, and butchery at them. This does not make them happy. It does not change their lives. Our current science is limited and offers the mentally ill only a shallow and hollow facsimile of the mental image they hold of themselves in constant dysphoria.

The US suicide rate is something like five percent, while the rate among homosexuals is ten to twenty.  For those with the trans disorder, it’s a whopping forty percent. Worse, the numbers rise with age, meaning that, eventually, transgender people choose death over life. Living in the most peaceful and luxurious time in history, we see trans coddled by media with their own shows and networks, supplied with Obamacare hormones and surgery, and publicly lauded by the socialist elite. Like purse dogs. Prized trophies of the art world.

Despite all that, we see increasingly higher risks for mortality, suicidal behavior, and psychiatric morbidity every year. Especially after surgery.

My childhood friend came around the other day, flirting with me. I believed her to be married. It turns out her husband is a woman and they don’t get along. My co-worker just disclosed to me that her husband is attempting to become a woman. My son professed his doubts, that he and his circle of friends are all trans. A very close gay male friend of mine has survived three suicide attempts after declaring “herself” a woman. It’s on television. It’s on the internet. It’s in video games and movies and music. It’s everywhere.

The mimetic pattern that your sex and gender don’t match is clever and manipulative. It’s the devil on your shoulder. “Sure,” it says, “throw five thousand dollars at mutilating your body with artificial parts. You have five thousand just lying around, right? Oh,” it says, “when you get your hormones you’ll be happy.”

But they aren’t.

This is because, deep down inside, their body knows what its role is, but the mental illness they’ve been infected by will only lead to misery and madness. I’d not be surprised to learn how many transgender people end up homeless in severe poverty due to their mental illness.

I mean, if you can convince yourself you’re really a woman instead of a man, what’s next? A cannibal? A necrophiliac? A furry? A pedophile?

The Mimetic Viruses spreading among young people on social media today are staggering and while many of them are rendered in harmless ways, the skyrocketing death rate among the transgender is something to be very concerned about. We as a culture cannot turn our back on friends, family, and children. Especially those children whose impressionable minds are infected with delusions. We need to face this just as we need to face the drug epidemic: with counselling, rehabilitation, and adaptation. Nothing can stop a man from claiming to be a woman, but proper handling can stop them from self destruction.

The mental illness of transgender cannot be completely eradicated anymore than dissociative identity disorder. But it can be managed. One gay at a time.



  1. …certainly not the American military or police.
Osama bin Laden didn’t pass the Patriot Act.  Saddam Hussein didn’t write the NDAA.  And it surely isn’t Kim Jong-Il at the NSA collecting your phone calls and emails.
No, the people stealing American freedoms are now other Americans.  BigFed employees, chasing the pension and money, routinely sell out their countrymen and their rights for money.  The most ardent defenders of the USG are its servants.  The more money they make, the more they stand to lose if the US falls.
But of all groups serving the Beast today, it is the white man who deserves the most blame.
The straight white male is a three-fold loser in the American affirmative action swindle; and what’s worse, he knows it.  All companies and agencies openly advertise that they are equal opportunity employers, which means that they legally discriminate againt white men, the only non-protected group in the US.
America would already be a third world nation without its white population.  It is the white soldier, engineer, and accountant that keeps the US afloat.  The soldier protects the system, the engineer keeps them in TV and internet, and the accountant keeps the money flowing.
It is the second amendment which protects our rights and freedoms.  No cop or soldier has done so since the Southern soldier of the Civil War.  We are totally and completely on our own.  Expect both the police and military to do what they have done in the past, which is to obey whoever cuts the checks.

My father taught me to be racist. He gave me perspective, day in and day out: a loathing contempt for people not like himself. We lived just outside of Los Angeles, so he had no shortage of facts to provide. Evidence is ample in a large city for anyone looking to be angry and blame someone. And a bigot is someone who believes multiple conflicting opinions, depending on whether or not it serves their own needs. 

My father grew boisterous over Martin Luther Coon day, the only name he’d accept. It infuriated him that some “dead nigger” was a reason for people to be lazy and stop working. Despite the various Holidays he himself would use to lounge around. He loved Kung Fu movies and hated Asian drivers. My father was a very vulgar, angry person. And I held out hope that he was just a bigot.

I am a hopeful and loving person, more so than many others; holding out for degenerates to turn their lives around, stubbornly holding on to see the good in the bad, well past forgiveness. It’s a flaw in me. It still exists down there, but it’s grown beaten and exhausted through years of reality. I still foster a hope that all men and women can come together in a unity of love and peace. Older me knows better.

Growing up during the Rodney King Riots, watching the madness and chaos only an hour from my front door, playing out in some sick rating splurge for sensationalists, it changed me. Heroic stories of roof Koreans fighting off crowds of looters just eight miles away caused dream. The majority of my bullies were black. I didn’t keep any black friends. Growing up, as far as I knew, black skin equated shady, nasty dealings.

Gradually, time and life sowed doubt in my mind. Are black people all just hooligans?

Over the last year, we’ve had various riots over police shootings. Tell me… how many of those innocent dindu muffins were affluent, wealthy doctors or lawyers on their way to an expensive dinner with other wealthy people? How many of those gunned down souls were cancer researchers, Nobel Peace Prize winners, or highly lauded artists celebrated by entire communities?

How many of them have long criminal histories?

I still hold hope. So long as they want to rise up from the muck and place themselves into civilization, then I always hold hope.

I don’t like genetic arguments that a race’s genes are somehow superior to another. That buys into the bullshit “born this way” mentality which allows people to shed personal responsibility. I think genetics are a map and the actual journey is what shapes a human. The most beautiful exhibit of mankind is the triumph over seemingly impossible odds. People with broken bodies learn to walk. People with stunted minds grow to brilliance. People change by act of hard work and sacrifice. A part of me seeks redemption in all people.

Every corpse on Everest was once an extremely motivated person.

I came to the conclusion a few years back that the root problem of hating black people is that black people don’t exist outside of words. No one is black. No one is really white, for that matter. Race is the great distraction, it’s a superficial argument for me. I’m not white. I’m the child of Californians, who came across as stowaway boat thieves from Ireland, and eventually crossed the country via the Trail of Tears. My roots chase Gaelic settlers who resisted British bastards at every turn until their dehumanization; settlers who were driven to famine and poverty, enslaved and then fled to the new world. My blood carries at least a handful of names, entire family lines, some a thousand years back.

I don’t comprehend white or black. We are heritage bearers of many bloodlines that weave together.

Blood… blood is not the enemy. Genes are not the enemy. It is culture. As Terrance McKenna once said: Culture is not your friend. Culture does not care about you. Culture serves itself.

Black culture is a fabrication. It was built as a rallying point for the disenfranchised, to give identity while America ended slavery. Black identity was used to help facilitate them from the dehumanizing life of slavery and into civilized life. But hundreds of years later, it hasn’t moved on. It’s just gotten worse. The hidden hands who fabricated black culture need a color word to control the minds of citizens. And it’s working. Black is a word, just a word, and you can fit whatever nonsense you want inside those five letters. There’s no Nigerian heritage or Brazilian tribal ancestors, no Jamaican history or Anangu traditions. No matter your bloodline, heritage, or history, you are Black.

Wipe it all away. Repeat one word. That is your new identity.

Black culture erases whatever heritage a person has and overwrites a new singular identity. Black. Not a skin color, not a genetic thing. There are white-skinned Blacks, Asian Blacks. Black, black, black. It’s a fabricated social construct. Black. Erase all of your identity and history and essence on this world. Take a rank and file with everyone else.

This is why I reject White culture as well. It’s a similar attempt.

I won’t let them remove my Irish and Scottish ancestors or their lineages. An attempt to put Italians and Germans and Brits into one pile, the fable of White, is meant to stir violence. Same as the Black. These activists who champion against the Imperialist White Patriarchy only want to replace it with their own Fascist Black Matriarchy. Same shit, different assholes.

Control. Black Culture is control.

Black Culture is a disease. And it isn’t some benign skin rash. It’s a cancer, eating away at the heart of civilization. An indoctrination of poverty stricken, reckless, stubborn, and dense criminals who shatter family structures and proliferate violent destruction. It’s regurgitated by a thousand rappers and propaganda movies: beat women and sling drugs. It incites the destruction of other cultures, especially White. It celebrates criminal activity, assuring its cult-ish adherents that whatever they do, there is no such thing as reverse racism.

Crime is rampant in black communities everywhere they go. Black Culture must be eliminated for the sake of our safety and our children’s future. It exploded during the end of segregation, that period of time in which America tried to quarantine the plague mentality and reintegrate former slaves into civilization. It exploded again during the nineties. Los Angeles was a festering boil primed to pop and it leaked vitriolic sickness out across the entire state, across the country. I lived that. Now, in the infancy of the digital world, it explodes again. Now, these festering Culture boils are growing in every major city. They’re popping, one by one, as toxic Black Culture seeps into reality and manifests itself as riots, looting, rapes, and murder.

If each person with dark skin wants to trace their lineage back to celebrate their bloodline and roots, I support them. If they want to aspire to nobles and merchants and esteemed learned princes, I support them. I don’t care if you were Kings and sheeeit. All that matters is what you are doing in this moment. Not being the dregs of criminal shadows, not assuming that the difficulties of everyday reality are because of a single color word. Pay homage to the wise kings of history, power to you. Stay away from the drug-dealing, murderous thug Kings of early Slave Trade who sold their own citizens to slavery for quick riches. Prove that you’re better. Become something better than a word: “Black”.

And stay the hell away from any culture that has a single color to remove your blood and family.

Stay away from “Black Culture”.

What really pisses me off about Feminism is a refusal to acknowledge its own aggression.

We all have aggression. To say otherwise is denial. Men just put it out in large emblazoned letters. Culturally, men are not raised to bury our heads in the sand, to pretend that anger and enthusiasm are not there. No blaming our outbursts on bitchiness or monthly bleedings. Assume hold of it! Tell the world you’re angry, violent, and you don’t give a fuck. A monkey beats his chest to show the world his emotions. We holler and beat our chests to control it.


The world is an aggressive fucking place. We’re respondent to conditions. Thousands of years ago, you minded your own land until battalions of horse-bound thugs showed up and murdered your entire heritage. You fought and, often, died unless you had your own swarm of thugs. They had no problem snuffing blood lines out in a night. Entire sagas have been sung by bard lips to the tragedy of an uncaring world. Mankind has responded to a harsh world ever since our emergence. The animals which came before us had been tearing each other apart over dwindling resources, ever since evolution saw fit to endow them with tooth and claw. Has it changed? How different is the world of today?

Survival instinct is the foundation of biology.

Modern Feminism, like most things Modern in name, is a deconstructionist attack against tradition itself. Granted, bad ideas can infect tradition just as easily as good ideas may soothe. But certain foundational aspects of society simply cannot be pulled out and quickly replaced. Destabilization: that’s what happens, worldwide and in horrendous waves of death.

Look at how long they’ve been tugging at the marriage equality threads. I don’t care what two people do in a bedroom, that’s the Libertarian in me, and if you think it’s a religious thing then it’s not between you and them – it’s between them and God. I support marriage equality for the same reason that I support weed legalization: I want other people to stay out of my life and my choices. Legal marriage is just a way to facilitate money-making scams for useless shit that people don’t need, until one miserable party decides to shaft the other. People who want to be together are going to be together, we cannot stop that. It is intrusive even to try; they’ll just occult into the underground and do it in private anyway.

We need to look at the bigger picture.

We’re all aggressive because the world is just one massive pot being stirred by some invisible master. War, drama, destruction, all propagated by those who seek unrest.

There would be no immigration problem in Europe IF-

There would be no drug cartel invasion or mass migration from Mexico IF-

There would be no aggression with China or Russia IF-

There would be no rioting ignorant, violent, criminal masses IF-

If, if, if, if, if. Nothing is ever solved. Always just hypothetical if’s.

Each and every time, you find that the destabilizing sources behind Feminism, BlackLivesMeh, ISIS, and even KKK are simply pawns. All of them are stirred to chaos and anarchy, violence and mayhem. Invisible hands move us all. Make the guesses you wish as to who stirs the pot so wildly. May rhyme with Boos.

We live in a band-aid culture, something Warhol spoke of. An age of artificiality. Appearance over substance. We treat symptoms, not causes. When there’s a headache, we take a painkiller, every single day, and only after years of worsening headaches, (we are taught) to go in to the doctor and discover we’ve got days to live, thanks to a brain tumor. We get heartburn, telling us we’re eating dangerous stuff, but just pop a few Prilosec OTC and laugh at Larry the Stereotype until we’re weakened by our gastroesophageal reflux. When sugar addiction leaves our bodies riddled with diabetes, we simply shoot up a drug instead of ridding our lives of sugar – and at that point, it may be too late. Instead of giving people a reason not to feed their drug addiction, we lock them away and turn them into criminals. And when the masses fall into inherited poverty, instead of getting them out of poverty, we admonish them into aggression.

Free will gives us option, but we also need discipline, otherwise, we self destruct.

We don’t want solutions, or answers, or cures. The world gives only a brief acknowledgement of the artificiality of it all. The look. The appearance. We think aggression is simply something you can appease, with more aggression or isolation. This whole thing is sliding us all towards the Apocalypse.

The cause of all of this? Key people who want the world to devour itself. If we don’t turn our attention to these figures, we will be nipping and chewing on symptoms until this malignant disease has killed everything we know. And they are counting on it. Because they have already set aside to survive it.

I’m not talking about the Jews. They’re just the Bishops in a game of chess. Feminists? Rooks. Extremist groups? Knights. And the rioting cities are Pawns. I’m talking Kings and Queens. People with such wealth that they stand like mountain tops out of the fog. Follow the chain to the top. That is where you will trace the source to.

War keeps them wealthy. Collapsing nations present profit opportunities. That’s all it is to these people: civil unrest is just profit. National unrest keeps them happy. They thrive on destruction and chaos. They supply the conflict for profit, they contract rebuilds for profit. They are never in the conflict themselves, yet every step of the way their fingers are buried in both sides. Their companies succeed while civilian populaces die by the thousands. You know, I know. It’s said a million different ways at every angle in society.

Yet we are still playing their game.

Aggression is the human bodily response of living in this system. Being born into it, raised in it, used as weapons of the powerful people at the top. Over the next year I will outline the steps to help us shrug off the shackles of these hidden masters. Step one?

We need to own our aggression, understand this anger, utilize it for success, always know it’s source. Understand that one tiny movement in the driving engines of civilization can send waves of war, genocide, poverty, and economic collapse.

We’re mad as hell.

And we’re not going to take it anymore.

>cue my assassination

We live in the online age.

It has seeped into every aspect of our lives. The machine is growing, the gears spinning in place. Escaping your phone is impossible; every room is filled with screens. Our once womb-like cars, bereft of eye-straining lights and given over to the sounds and sights of the road, are now drenched in tiny screens on dashboards and vestigial hands.

The collectivism of the New Age Marxist finds a foothold in these fertile souls. I blame conservatives, myself. Like men who keep the corpses of their family in a bedroom of their house, tradition is something we cannot let go of. Change is progressive, change is liberal, change is different. Change is anathema to conservation. But in this case, the world has changed. And we haven’t changed with it.

We wanted to uphold the pillars of society, to keep the roof from crashing down. Keep the walls up against the enemy. We went though a colonial, a civil, and two world wars. We survived the horror of early industrial exploitation before the brevity of ethics and moral law were able to keep children out of factories and bosses from creating industrial slavery. The United States of America, for all its changing and damaged imperfections, was strong. It was a bastion of freedom. After the second world war we’d been the heroes of mankind.

As time went on, the world changed. You can now fit an entire movie studio in your pants pocket. Private businesses are sending us to Mars. Augmented reality is going to alter our everyday lives.

But the conservative spirit refused to change. The technology took off without them and the control freaks moved in quickly. They’ve been staking out their territory. Every new technology that emerges is quickly taken over by the liberals. The Social Justice Cultists. Each and every website is slowly shifting control to the left. Wikipedia controls who writes its articles, and its set the bar for all the rest. Every news outlet is controlled for a narrative, to put focus on what the regressive left wants us to see.

Black Lives Matter and the Syrian migration. Guns and control thereof. Abortion and the transgender illness. All across the country, tiny screens bombard us with these messages, all day, every day, until we are absolutely immersed in them. Messages which have hand-crafted by the groupthink of the modern Marxists. In this current climate, it’s easy for us to lose young people to the “liberating” voice of the LGBT and the Intersectional Feminists. Older people haven’t adapted to the newest technologies. We still read newspapers and go to quiet places which are devoid of brainwashing screens.

But we’re dying. A few generations from now, no one will be able to recall a time in which there was not a constant stream of information. Pretty soon, newspapers will go the way of the dodo and your only way of staying up-to-date will be through a smart phone, computer, or TV. The liberals know this and they’re indoctrinating the young. This is why we are losing.

The debates are sliding for the new millennium. Facebook arguments tear families apart worse than the rise in divorce rates. Twitter is a war zone in which only insanity is praised. Even our first two person Presidential debate has become an online mockery. Internet jokes have embedded themselves into legislature. The ADL is leveraging legal action against a cartoon frog. Cities are rioting on fire. The debates of the day are no longer casual discussions, but the first shots of war. Let us be completely honest with the naked Emperor: we see that he has no clothes. Our entire society is at war. We need to adapt and prepare for the turmoil that surrounds us. To debate, you need knowledge.

Think what you want of Sun Tzu, but every battle is won long before it’s ever fought.

We need new knowledge.