Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The stains on her white armor simply won't buff out

How many deaths is USG responsible for?

One of the great successes of US propaganda is the widespread myth that the United States and its close allies were the good guys, because Hitler killed people and they didn't.

One may point out that Stalin killed loads of people, but they will often be met with arguments that we had to side with the lesser of two evils to defeat the greater, never mind that Stalin's crimes were greater than Hitler's, and Hitler's were largely unknown (and uncommitted) at the time war was declared. Hmm.

Some reactionary elements have argued that the USG should be held partially accountable for the crimes of the Soviet regime, as it was to a large degree an enabler. This is a very grey area, but the most interesting part of the issue is that USG herself is responsible for untold mass murder and other heinous crimes, all of which is strictly ignored by official history.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Herbert Butterfield rocking out in a mask of red and black paint

I'm hearing echoes of Butterfield in this:

As you sit in your quiet home, surrounded by peace, comfort and civilization...
Do you, listener, remember those memories...
Grand and tearful, which still, after hundreds of years,
Remain now radiant with the brightness of sunlight,
And now darkening, like indelible bloodstains...
The variegated pages of history.
Can your thoughts, torpid with repose,
Transport themselves back to the horrors and joys of the past...
Not straying indifferently from one thing to another which excites your curiosity,
But taking a warm and vital interest, as if you yourself stood in the midst of those struggles,
Now long since fought out... bled in them, conquered or fell in them,
And felt your heart beat with hope or apprehension according as fortune smiled or betrayed...
Standing on the heights of history, looking far around the wild arena of human destiny,
Can you transfer yourself into the well of the past?
A life physically buried and decayed, but spiritually inmost,
Which constitutes the essence and substance of history...
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart,
Waging all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternally blooming maiden, full of fire,
With a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
Therefore, if you have the capacity to suffer or rejoice with the generation that had been...
To hate with them... to love with them... to be transported to admire, to despise,
To curse as they have done - in a word:
To live among them with your whole heart and not alone with your cold, reflecting judgement...
... then follow me.
I will lead you down into the well.
My hand is weak and my sketch humble, but your heart will guide you better than I.
Upon that I rely... and begin.
 

Dat Finnish accent.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Portrait of an American Woman

Remember that burning car I mentioned earlier? He's in it.

No wonder American families aren't having kids; the men already have to deal with their juvenile, entitled wives.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Hikikomori - The Next Generation

Literally.

As welfare increases, good jobs with sane employers become harder to find, and home comforts become ever more in reach, hikikomori - in the US called "basement-dwellers," "neckbeards," and "80% of the My Little Pony franchise fanbase" - will remain on the rise.

This isn't a bang. It's not a whimper, either. Shall the world end with a squick?

Saturday, June 29, 2013

CONGRATULATIONS ON THE ASSUMED DESTRUCTION OF YOUR HOMOSEXUAL ENEMIES, PROGS

I've gotta hand it to progressives: When they want a group of people gone, they have a way of doing it that leaves the affected party grinning from ear to ear... Before they're exterminated, of course.

Consider the late "gay problem". Gays have long been a thorn in the sides of progressives, showing up to dinner parties with far superior casseroles, correcting their style, and indulging their women's shopping addiction. The problem was, how to exterminate them without looking like bigoted dicks? Well, there's an app for that.

The social institutions that kept gays reproducing, which ensured that a society's party decorations would always be fabulous, that its casseroles would always be delicious, and that its men would always be well-dressed for business meetings, became the target. The noble wives of gay men, who ensured the perpetuity of gay traits, became "covers", and made fine targets for ridicule in the low media.

Now, every good crusade needs its barbarians. The conservative puppet-arm was harnessed for this, as usual, to provide the "oppressive" atmosphere needed to make gays feel well and truly disenfranchised. Replete with religious fanatics screaming about sexual preferences being a sign of the end times, this move was highly effective in convincing the gays of their own disenfranchisement.

Gays joined the cause in droves. Lesser progs were called from every tumblr blog to fight the good fight, and preserve the "civil liberties" of gays. As always, sentiment was paramount, and the consequences of their actions (which were, of course, intended) went unspoken. Under a flood of red and pink Facebook profile pictures, rainbow-colored website headers, and condescending crocodile humor targeting "hateful people", the straw enemy was assaulted.

Thus, DOMA, the Great Evil constructed of Baptist sermons and pure hate, was struck down, and gays were free... Complicit in their own silent ethnic cleansing which would be complete in only a few generations, as their genes faded away.

Decades from now, young progs will look up at a monument of George Takei and think of his great accomplishments in the destruction of his own kind, and all the straight progs will revel in their ugly concrete buildings, burnt casseroles, and bizarre businesswear.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Alcohol and Aboriginal Amerindians

A very interesting summary of the subject.

I was discussing this subject with Girlfriend'', where I supposed that the mesoamerican tribes probably were practically drowning in alcohol (at least relatively speaking) due to their farming practices, and that alcohol consumption pre-Columbus could probably be more or less correlated to farming. This appears essentially correct.