Isn’t it about the only taboo the Dems have left to break?
Isn’t it about the only taboo the Dems have left to break?
Seeing the response to the charitable Baltimore clean-up effort spearheaded and accomplished by a Scott Presler, a young (White-) man and those he “drafted” a few days ago got me to thinking about the inevitable Watershed Moment that is barreling it way towards the majority of White normies still out in America.
It will be more than a mere watershed moment. It will be a tsunami when the remaining mass of once oblivious Palefaces finally understands the visceral, incurable Hatred-for-Whiteness and its imagined “privilege” now running deep in the hearts/minds/souls of not-Whites (and which has been manifest relentlessly in mainstream media, at least since mid-2015 and the candidacy of Trump).
I got to wondering how much outcry there could be Post Awakening, shall we say, when not if another “Katrina” or “Harvey” strikes the Gulf Coast. After all, it is primarily Privileged Palefaces, Inc. who charitably load up 18-wheeled wagons with bottled water, baby diapers and formula, clothing, bedding, etc. etc. and head ‘em on out – often cross-country! – bringing aid and comfort to such stricken areas.
Will those future devastated peoples-of-color-other-than-white (and their white neighbors) be heartbroken as they await the wagons of (primarily Christian-) Compassion that never come? How many more in the storm’s path will die when it is Uncle Sam and Uncle Sam, alone, riding/motor-boating to their rescue?
There is a limit to the charity folks have to give. The haters can stop their unfounded resentments, hatred, and outright attacks here and now, or continue to bring deserved and well-founded Indifference upon themselves.
“Woe unto them…” Isaiah 5:20
You’ll waste your money for sure, but even now it’s a waste of your “dreams.”
You worked hard for four years in high-school only to get to senior year and have your dream of becoming Valedictorian snuffed out ‘cuz your (lazier, less talented, just-plain-stupider) classmates’ “feeWings” will be hurt.
You crushed it – you think – on the SAT, even that #%*! essay, but…your school is in a relatively safe part of town (perhaps at home!) and while only one of your parents “works” you’re not considered oppressed nor are you on any Dot-gov assistance, so you won’t “qualify” to get FREE POINTS! for simply showing-up at the test center that day.
Okay. So your SAT score was super without the patronizing point-pat on the head from the guilty administrators at The Monopoly-on-College Board, Inc, (wanna bet they are huWhite? Umm, maybe not.) but…now you find out certain sorts of students are more equal than others in the United States of ‘Murica. If you want to go to a fancy-shmancy school like those Monopoly folks certainly did, it’s going to be as much about the “optics” as it is about the brains.
How do you fit into the cast-of-characters those image-conscious schools want to put on display? If they don’t need any more of your “type,” sorry; Buh-Bye; oh, and Harvard thanks you for the $75 Application Fee!
(Note: I watched the first 6 episodes Friday, the next 3, last night. It was a total coincidence that I started writing this only to discover one of the actors from the show, Lafayette, died yesterday.)
How do you watch six episodes of “TrueBlood” in one day?
You start early!
A better question, though, is: What “woke me” to the insidious Anti-Life, Anti-White nature of the series? Simply…it was the brutal, bloody killing of main character SOOKIE Stackhouse’s “GRAN.” It really hurt, because she was, seemingly, the nicest character on the show.
I waited and hoped it was only a vision or a dream…hoping Hollywood would rescue the old gal with what had, before this, seemed the ubiquitous stage direction: “And then INSERT-MAIN-CHARACTER-HERE woke up.”
But they didn’t so she didn’t, and so the sweet southern Gran many viewers wished we could have had, too, remained dead. She didn’t die in vain because that plot-point allowed me to wake up and see through the literal “programming.” (In my disappointment I vowed to not watch another episode, but, of course, Vampires being what Vampires are, I proceeded the following night to watch three more installments.)
Today, however, (though not wearing silver!) I rescued myself from any further desire-to-view-those-Vampires by: 1) binge-reading all 7 seasons’ episode summaries online; 2) searching out a few short videos explaining character-secrets revealed in those descriptions; and 3) watching a couple 7 minute end-of-series video clips, nicely wrapping “TrueBlood” all up with the blood-soaked gory bow I probably would have foreseen, if I’d cared enough about Sookie, et al, to project it forward.
Here are the main Themes the author-plus-studio-plus-co-authors proclaim:
1) Black racial-Resentment…the black chick, TARA, put a pretty face on Black anti-White resentment. But schizophrenically, she goes ahead and jumps in the sack (i.e. race-mixes-it-up) with two different White men within an episode or two of one another!
2) Black + Male + Gay = Irresistible…Named for an old dead White war monger, LAFAYETTE, was the sweet, loveable gay cook in the central bar/restaurant in the series. He gleefully jokes (to rowdy “rednecks,” so they are required to listen in humiliated silence) that sure, he serves “AIDS burgers” and AIDS everything else, for that matter. There you go. Whites are racist if they’re concerned about food safety, because everybody, don’t you know, is just as likely to be HIV-positive as a male homosexual. Um-m-Hm-m…
3) GRAN was probably also in the Klan, don’t you know…the old gal seemed nice, but prominently featured, no doubt for progressives’ enjoyment, was her “Glorious Dead” NAZI-Confederate worship. She practically bills and coos over Vampire-BILL once she learns he was in the War (“…for Southern Independence”). His old-school southern charm is probably what blinds her to the life and death danger her granddaughter SOOKIE is in, being around him. Doesn’t she know that the current culture leaves no one, even a 200-year-old, unsullied? Trigger–Warning: the Confederate Battle Flag has not been digitally erased from at least one episode.
4) Vampire-Johnny Reb, O.K.; Iraq-War vets, scary…it seems odd for Hollywood not to make more of the evils of the Confederacy, but I guess they figured because the whole show was in large part a middle-finger to the South, they’d give ol’ Vampire-BILL a break. (Or perhaps there are countless teachable North vs. South moments in gory flashback in the remaining 70+ episodes). The Iraq-War vet is made out to be hair-triggered if not crazy. Oh, he’s also self-deprecating. In one episode it was natural to chalk up to his post-war “crazy” his report of seeing a main character running naked through the woods.
5) White Men are mostly stupid and unattractive…except for the glamourous Vampire-BILL and city Vampire-Eric. The bar owner, SAM, is kind of attractive in a lightweight metrosexual way, but that trailer he crashes in? Ew-w-w. It ought to act like normal-girl repellent.
Sookie’s brother, typically-shirtless-JASON, could be boyishly cute if he ever had a clean STD report and showered/de-greased every couple of episodes. Within the first six or seven episodes he’d slept with four different women, but, six seasons later, surprise, surprise, he was still alive and in a clip from a wedding. I figured he’d have died of syphilis well before that.
The cajun dude, RENE, builds up to his stupidity slowly. We finally find out he’s living with but not married to the red-haired 3-time divorcee waitress, ARLENE. He’s also “helping” her raise her two young kids right: by showing them it isn’t necessary to put-a-ring-on-it first. Nice! Note: they are the ONLY contemporary kids in all the episodes I watched. What swell family-values, right? Oh, how the 8-9 year old girl squeals joyfully when her mommy declares she can be her “flower girl…again!”
Lastly, there’s the doofus White duo (Sheriff and Detective) and the pervy White Medical Examiner. None of the murders in the first few episodes seem to generate urgency or case files or clues from townspeople, thanks to these downright unattractive nitwits. Honestly, have you seen, since “Reno 911,” a less competent farce of a police force?
The detective, though, magically (?) has enough free time to track down a nudist-colony in Beaumont, Texas, just to offer HBO or “TrueBlood’s” director an opportunity to throw in a few old, White, naked behinds. All to prove bar-owner SAM lied about his parents. Wow! Great “detecting.” Meanwhile, the dead bodies remain stacked up in the pervy guy’s cooler (I presume/hope).
6) White women are stupid and pretty much hoes, except for SOOKIE, who’s virginal…before she becomes Vampire-BILL’s meal+sex ticket. Afterwards she’s a COOL HOE. She’s also under Vampire-pimp-BILL’s protection (except during the daylight…). I call him a pimp because ultimately he’s forced by protocol to take Sookie to do the bidding of Vampire-ERIC.
Why, in this world, is there no lecturing girls on the dangers of uber-powerful vampires or STDs or powerful vampires with STDs? Oh, right, in “this world” such mundane topics aren’t any fun, either.
The only lecturing allowed in TrueBlood is about White-on-Black RACISM:
1) White bankers are RACIST if they don’t give money to alcoholics who happened to be Black and unemployable.
2) Rude White “rednecks” (i.e. men deemed unattractive or otherwise unacceptable to main characters) are RACIST if they question the prudence of food preparation by a practicing male homosexual drug-dealer who happens to be Black.
3) A White guy is called RACIST by the Black chick after he mentions she “grunts” during the sex they just had together. She’s the one who brought up a grunting Black tennis player, even though White players are currently known for doing it, and have been known for the behavior for decades longer than the Williams sister mentioned.
In the end, if you choose to spend 81 hours of your life on this entire series, immersed with the cast of and in the mindset of “TrueBlood” creators (after reading this), ASK what benefits you’ll be left with; anything uplifting about the stories; any positive lessons to be learned? (Especially if you are White and already susceptible to being “guilted” by our progressive culture warriors.)
Because what happens when well-meaning non-progressives partake of progressive politics? It depends. For example, like when thoughtful, rational, (albeit, naive) Lauren Southern goes to do street reporting and learn from the G20 events in Hamburg, Germany, She presumed about it like I did about “TrueBlood:” lots to be learned! (Spoiler-Alert: Not what we thought.)
In my case, I was naively certain such a popular show had information about the contemporary Vampire genre that’d be useful for my own fiction projects. Instead, I learned (again) just what Hollywood thinks of We-The-between-the-coasts-People generally, and southerners more specifically.
They think we’re
Beer & drug guzzling lowlifes.
Who’d jump at the chance to be ensnared in a vampiric living-death futureless (i.e. childless, i.e. dead end) existence. Or is it Hollywood’s “wishful scriptwriting?”
Unexpected lessons for Lauren Southern on the streets of Germany were Where Not to Create your Hearth & Home (Germany), and just how critical Self-Determination & Self-Defense (and its tools, like guns or even pepper-spray) truly are. Then there was the gut-level lesson of Run & Hide in order to Survive, hopefully for long enough to get out of Dodge. But she “ran” to the “relative safety of London,” as she (or Stefan) noted. Seriously. London? The-recent-site-of-several-Islamic-State-terror-attacks is NOT a picture of “safety.”
Lauren revealed her darkest G20 discovery in speaking with Stefan Moyneux: that the “Black Block/Antifa” wants only one thing beyond partying, looting, and burning…“Busting the heads of Capitalists & NAZIS,” like they literally perceive her to be. All that, yet STILL she refuses to tear up her I’m-A-Strong-21st century-Woman card. She steadfastly proclaims she’s not a victim.
Well, I say, “You aren’t a ‘victim,’ yet, Lauren.” I pray very soon she’ll admit that the front lines are NOT the place for females. I pray that she’ll come to understand that there is nothing shameful in admitting that! Frontline COMBAT is no place for 99% of women, they lack the body+bone-mass of men, not to mention the bare-handed combat skills many men more naturally have acquired in life. And no offense, Lauren, that’s a 1% you simply don’t appear to be in.
Similarly, for me to have expected HBO’s “TrueBlood” to be part of the 1%, non-progressive, i.e. Life-Affirming, entertainment? Well, that was just as naive as Lauren expecting black-swaddled thugs to give her man-on-the-street interviews. I hope this “TrueBlood” encounter+analysis will spare others from entering the twisted base-pleasure-seeking, cunning childlessness, and entrenched anti-Life, anti-White “entertainment,” blindly.
If you do take a taste of the show and disagree with my take on it, let me know where we differ.
Don’t mistake the “spontaneous protest movement” we are now witnessing for Civil Disobedience. No. This is planned Civil Disruption. These disgruntled folks’ actions are criminal: they are intentionally harming legitimate businesses and private individuals who have caused them no harm. They are not anti-government intellectuals in the mold of Henry David Thoreau; they are the “whitelash.” And ugly? Oh, you have never seen such bone-deep ugly hatred until you see how it twists these Progressives’ faces, White, Brown, and Black.
That said, as painful as this will be, the only way to get a grasp on the #NotMyPresident crowd (NMP’s for short) is to try and think like they do.
At one week in, I don’t believe many of them are Hillary-Clinton-“Democrats.” Those remaining are not Dems in the historical sense at all. And who knows how long it will take to determine who and how many are being paid-to-“protest.” But, nonetheless, they are a strange brew:
It’s November, so the weather, as it becomes colder or wetter, will increasingly play a part in the success, i.e. longevity, of #NMP. We’ve only just begun, as the 1970’s song said, and the second weekend of this ragtag Movement is approaching. Other than the media soaking up the taste of “revolution,” I’m betting most folks who go back out on the streets day after day have no job to lose. But as time passes and expectations aren’t met – i.e. the thrill is gone – even the “unemployed” may find their priorities changing. How much fun can these gatherings be? They’re all Debbie-Downers, after all. Do they brown-bag it or are there soup kitchens set up like at Occupy events? What about restrooms? Are there coffee breaks?
The ne’er-do-wells of “occupywallst.org” are still reaping a payoff five years later. “Freedom over Fascism?” Ri-i-ight. Even now they call for a “Direct Action” if not to cause chaos, then at minimum to ruin the festivities of the Trump Inauguration, January 20, 2017.
Unlike some of their elders, the bulk of Most mild-mannered Cat-1’s have not taken a page from Occupy’s book. These kids will be happy to get back to the relative safety of school. Through their participation this past week, they either found a niche-tribe to explore on the internet or will go back to keeping their head down, like a “good” kid born-to-deposed-oppressors should. However, the thrill-seeking teens of Cat-3 have certainly found their niche-tribe out there on the street, considering how many there are to choose from! Now more than ever they’re certainly itching to get to college, having rubbed elbows (!) with plenty of older students. If their parent/parents are in Cat-2 (and depending on the outcome of each day’s “festivities”), #NMP Activism may take precedence, leaving sit-in-your-seat-high-school shoved onto the backburner.
Dontcha just know these youngsters and their parents are calculating how, “Took a stand against ‘The Man,’” and “Participated in ‘#NMP,’” will sound in all those college-entrance essays the Kids are gonna write? (Perhaps with the footnote,“See my on-the-ground videos for additional details.”) Daydreams dance through the Cat-3 mommy’s head, of little Janie or Johnnie having a shot at the Ivy League if they get face-time in/on the MSM…
Good role-modeling, Mom and Dad. (sarc)
For Cat-4, Cat-5, and Cat-6, the pay-off will be basically the same: the utter shut down of The Other. They despise us from head to toe, for somewhere within that head-to-toe space resides our Opinions (and as importantly, our Ideas, Plans, and Dreams for the future). One week ago on Election Day we expressed our opinion…of Donald Trump’s ideas…by voting. Of course by extension our vote signifies a claim of allegiance to those ideas of his.
And that’s bad.
Because our beloved MSM has, through Chinese water-torture or Japanese Kobi-beef-massage style journalism, your choice, convinced millions of media-consuming zombies that Donald Trump is the seven-headed dragon of The Book of Revelation…or worse.
He’s Hitler, literally.
Have you noticed in previous years, even decades, how the MSM benignly calls these riots “protests?” You don’t think the prone-to-violence Cats notice? You don’t think they could easily be triggered to escalate? Without a word from the highest offices in the land, it seems inevitable. It is, after all, what totalitarians do. All of them.
The difference this “election season” is that the MSM has finally been revealed definitively, by @wikileaks, to be one of them. Oh, their stripes may be in the form of pinstripes, but a most dangerous credo unifies them all:
As things heat up, my Liberty-loving friends, remember to stay frosty.
Hate (White) cops so-o-o much you wish they (the White ones) were all dead? I wish you could find out what it would be like…at least for a day or two. Besides, just how is it that every year MORE WHITES than Blacks are killed by cops-in-the-wrong, yet we manage to let The System do the judging, vs. executing (un-related) cops in the streets? Could it be one more part of White-Privilege, this whole, “Thinking Through Sh*t, Then Acting (or not)” vs the Black Way [“KneeJerk Breaking Sh*t/Stealing Sh*t/Killing Sh*t (and people)”]?
“Gibbs me datt. And datt. And I’ll juss take datt, ‘to’…”
Ferguson, MO 24 nov 2014
When everything you possess has been given to you (or taken by you), of course you have no respect for the property rights of others. “Smash and Grab” is your life’s motto, your modus operandi, your raison d ‘etre (to go from English to Latin to French all in one sentence!).