As I sit here playing Fallout 4, on bed rest because of this lung infection that I’ve had for two months and haven’t taken care of until last week, I have the volume turned down on the TV. Any sound that I’m hearing is coming from the windows outside, and from the music that I have playing on my phone. Specifically, I am listening to the Phantom Power album by the Tragically Hip.
Much like millennium, mentioned in a previous post, this music brings me back to a specific time in my life, made golden by the light of memory. The first song I ever heard by The Tragically Hip was Bobcaygeon. It was about 4:30 in the morning at the time of year when the sun starts to rise a bit later each day.
I was depressed, heartbroken, and within a month of fully giving up on life. I hadn’t slept in a week, and my thoughts were barely my own. I had MuchMoreMusic on, because it played calmer music than MuchMusic. Bobcaygeon came on, and I was instantly hooked. The mood, the solitude, the mental state, all could have contributed; and might not have. I’ll never really know.
What I do know is their music helped to carry me to somewhere more stable so I could carry on. This was nearly twenty years ago, and yet memories are burned into my brain, indelible, of sitting in the wan morning light and hearing Gord Downie’s calm sonorous voice. Walking along the bridge west of Celeste at 11 at night after leaving Leon’s house, and Don’t Wake Daddy was just starting up as my boots crunched through the thin sheets of ice on the sidewalk.
Specific moments, frozen in time by one band, as no other has done.
I don’t generally cry when people die, particularly celebrities, as overall I feel like they’re going on to better things. I cried when I read that Gord’s cancer was terminal. I cried through their last concert. I cried when he died. I’m getting misty just writing this.
His job wasn’t nearly done. He left a hole in the world when he left. He was one of few true and pure voices of love and decency.
He will be missed, but memories and music are forever.
In regard to this new Nike situation…
So, here’s a question for you. Why in the hell would anyone in the Middle East care what happens with the NFL? Why would they care what happens with any American clothing company, such as Nike?Why would Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, A known enemy to the United States, tweet out his concern for Colin Kaepernick?
Maybe it’s because Colin Kaepernick hangs out with people who are enemies to this country.
Do you know who Linda Sarsour is? She is someone who has hijacked the modern feminist movement to attempt to show women just how feminist it is to wear a hijab. Now, anyone who has done any amount of research should know what a woman does with her hijab in the Middle East when the radical Islamic government has been ousted. If you don’t know, they take them off immediately and burn them. They know that the hijab is the ultimate symbol of misogyny, barbarism, and the exact opposite of feminism.
Linda Sarsour is attempting to do to America what is being done to Europe. Linda Sarsour is attempting to bring Islam into power in the United States. If that happens, women are going to be subjugated, and put below the level of household pets.
So, what’s the connection here? Colin Kaepernick hangs out with Linda Sarsour. They are good friends. Colin Kaepernick’s girlfriend is a known and prolific racist, and is deeply against the America that we have known all these decades.
Linda Sarsour is closely connected with CAIR, An organization that seeks to make America “understand” Islam far more then it wants Islam to understand America.
Islam is a religion that will murder you if you draw a picture of the prophet Muhammad.
Islam is a religion that seeks to spread across the world and see every other religion eliminated.
Islam is a religion that allows a woman to be raped and the man to go free, because the woman did not have four other witnesses to speak up for her.
Islam is a religion that just passed a law today to allow people to be jailed for five years for religious satire.
Proponents of the Islamic religion continue to tell Americans and Europeans that Islam is a religion of peace. Their words when they think they are only speaking to each other or when they feel comfortable suggest otherwise.
First, we will look at Mahmoud Ahmadinejad’s tweet.
Let’s continue by looking at a picture of Colin Kaepernick feeling very close to Linda Sarsour. Pictured is also his racist girlfriend.
Let’s go ahead and take a look at a tweet from a Pakistani pop singer and see how comfortable someone so famous is with a certain type of mindset.
People of America: Islam is not your friend. Islam will kill you or subjugate you given the chance.
The term “people of color“ exists to distill diversity in favor of excluding one specific group.
The term “people of color” has gained quite a bit of popularity among the intersectional groups on the left. Now, for those of you who have studied history at any level, it should immediately strike you how similar it sounds to the old racist term “colored people”.
This term comes on the heels of a well-known group, black lives matter, pushing racial tension and even going so far as to get some colleges to segregate their dorms based on race. It’s OK to advertise events that say “no white people allowed”. It’s even OK to be deeply racist, and have it documented over the course of five years, and still get hired by the New York Times. It’s OK because it’s against white people.
See, there is a common thread these days: white people are the devil, and everybody needs to fight against it. The term people of color works to simplify that. The term doesn’t just encompass black people. “People of color” can mean black, Mexican, Asian, Indian, Native American, or Polynesian. It means anything but white. It is not an inclusive term, it is a specifically exclusive term. It allows the people of earth to combine into two teams: White, and not White.
That’s the point. That is the whole point of that term existing.
Here’s the rub: have you ever met and spent a lot of time with a Ugandan, a Kenyan, and a Jamaican? I have. The word black doesn’t even encompass those three people. There is a world of difference between those three cultures, and to boil them down to the word black would be an insult. To further boil them down to “people of color” would be far worse. To the intersectionals, though, the Ugandan and the Jamaican are exactly the same as the Chinese and the Mexican, because they are not the white devil.
On that note, you would be hard-pressed to find a Pakistani who is the same as an Iranian. Find a person from Sweden who is the same as a person from Arizona. Here’s one for you; find an Inuit who is the same as an Apache.
It is an insult to all of these people’s diverse cultures to boil them down into any sort of general language.
The sanitization and changing and generalizing of language is always used to control. They say that it is used to be inclusive, or to spare certain people’s feelings, but when it really comes down to it, it is about control.
Do not be controlled. Do not be divided. Beyond that, don’t even begin to suggest that someone from Kenya is the same thing as a Native American, other than being human.
The New York Times recently hired a prolific racist. When presented with evidence, they chose to defend her and her racism rather than do what is right. This is a five-year documentation of her racism.
The New York Times recently hired a woman named Sarah Jeong. The hiring of this woman was controversial not simply due to the woman’s impressive history of racism, but due to the fact that even when presented with evidence, the New York Times chose to defend her.
I’m sure you’re wondering, how racist could she have been? It couldn’t have been more than one or two things, or the New York Times certainly would not have hired her or defended her. Not only was it more than one or two things, it was more than one or two things spread over the course of five years.
Now, for a little backstory: her defense about this level of racism was that she was simply responding to white racists in like fashion. The mistake she made here was not deleting her Twitter before making that claim. What you are about to see is a shocking level of racism from one single person.
Let’s start with 2013.
Wow, what a trip. Pretty amazing that all that got through, right? If you’re already shocked, I recommend going and getting your pearls, because you’re about to clutch them harder than you’ve ever clutched in your life.
As we move on to 2014, you might notice that it is somewhat more voluminous than the previous year. She starts by joking about a little kid getting shot in an airport. It’s funny ’cause he’s white.
What a trip! Amazingly, her Twitter account survived that year. While 2014 was obviously the most prolific out of these years, you’ll notice that while she gets better, she doesn’t stop.
Now you may ask yourself, how does somebody go three years being so racist without anybody noticing? For your answer, I would direct you to the body of work of Tariq Nasheed. Some people just get the privilege of flying below the radar.
…Anyway, let’s move onto 2017.
Now that we have seen her secret catalog of work on the subject of race, obviously we can understand why Twitter ended up verifying her and the New York Times not only hired, but then defended her. That reason? Excellent journalism.
At this time, I would like to thank Nick Monroe for taking the six hours to dig through her profile and find all of her racist tweets. Donald Trump is pilloried for saying one or two things over the course of a number of decades. We know that Richard Spencer is a racist, yet nobody can produce an amount of evidence to show his racism to equal what is shown here about Sarah Jeong.
When Chris Rock said “it’s alright ’cause it’s all white”, he certainly didn’t have this in mind.
I suppose the question I would leave you all with is this: didn’t somebody once say that if you associate with racists that you are a racist? What sort of publication is the New York Times these days, then?
Just saying, it goes both ways.
So imagine this. You’re walking down the street. Maybe you’re on your way back from lunch, about to go back in to work the best job you’ve ever had. This is something you could really spend your life doing, sink your teeth into it. You are “living your best life”, as thousands of single moms on Facebook have written under their Herbalife or Younique link.
Maybe you’ve got a song in your head. “Making my way downtown, faces-”
Then you’re just dead. No transition, no fear, no last words. You don’t even get to say “ow”. One moment you’re all sunshine and roses, the next somebody’s identifying you in a morgue.
Now, when you’re looking down the barrel of something like that, how productive you think it is to sit on the Internet and argue about how Trump is the second coming of Hitler? The simple fact is, he is the president. If you are an American and part of this country, he is your president. Instead of screaming and crying about how racist he is, which he isn’t, and screaming and crying about that one time you think he mocked a disabled reporter, which he didn’t, maybe you could spare a thought for wanting him to simply come up with better policy. So far, I see a lot of people with problems, but nobody with a solution, except to go out on the street and yell “f*** Trump”.
Pro tip: that’s not actually a solution.
I see a lot of people say that things would be so much better if Hillary or Bernie had been elected. Would they? The political stage of the world would not have changed. On the surface, the world might care who the president of the United States is. When it comes right down to it, though, it doesn’t matter who the president is. Venezuela is still going down the crapper. It is doing that purely because of socialism, and Bernie Sanders would not have saved it. The situation in Guatemala that sent thousands of people north to the southern border of the United States would have happened under Hillary’s watch as well. Her press conferences in the past suggest that she probably would’ve done the exact same thing as Donald Trump dead. My question is, how many of you would be celebrating it under Hillary?
A common saying is “it is what it is”. I’ve always hated that saying because I think it can diminish the gravity of the situation. At least, I thought it did. In recent years, particularly through 2017, I am realizing that no matter what happens in any one given place, the world will continue to turn, uncaring. Just like anyone who was going to have an aneurysm and die under Trump was also going to under Hillary or Bernie.
It’s a grim prospect, I realize. To imagine that one’s fate is inevitable seems almost tantamount to nihilism. I do not believe that one’s fate is inevitable, but I do believe that some events are going to happen no matter how you prepare or fight against them. It is your reaction, however, that determines the outcome.
Now, when I said that Trump is your president whether you like it or not, I’m sure that there were at least a few of you who “lit-rally” screamed at your phone or computer that the popular vote went to Hillary and the electoral college screwed us.
Imagine this. Imagine one day we become like Sparta. We start to mock and castigate overweight people, to the point that some of them are dying directly from the hazing they are receiving, like they did in Sparta. Imagine a law being passed by popular vote that outlaws fat blue haired feminists.
It’s unconstitutional, and you don’t really get a say in it, because the popular vote won.
The electoral college exists specifically to stop that sort of mob rule from happening. It exists because at least half of the population is medically too dumb to make rational decisions. Go check it out for yourself; half the population is below a triple digit IQ. That’s kind of a big deal.
Because I love to play with hypotheticals, let’s go with another one.
Imagine if California, based on their population, got to control what happens in the rest of the United States. Within the past year alone, Jerry Brown has made it legal to give somebody AIDS without telling them. More and more cities in California are banning straws, to the point that a second offense can bring jail time. An illegal alien shoots a woman to death? No biggie. At least he didn’t give her a straw.
That is exactly why the electoral college exists. It exists because people like Jerry Brown would have far too much power without it. People who are realistically not smart enough to think more than a step ahead.
Now, if the title has the word aneurysm in it, and it started being about that subject, how did we get off on this tangent?
I suppose that I can bring it back home: when you’re finished with this, and you move on to something else, maybe you shut off your computer and go do some real life things. Maybe you just keep browsing the Internet. Maybe, however, just maybe, an aneurysm in your head bursts and you die with this still up on your screen.
Boy, that would be wacky, wouldn’t it? At least you weren’t browsing furry porn on DeviantART.
In the year 2016, when political spirits were running high and anyone associated with the Trump name was immediately called a racist, I developed a theory. My theory was that these people who were so desperate for Hillary Clinton to get into the White House were actually projecting.
Now, for those of you who don’t know, projection is a term, a psychological term, for someone who is so ashamed of an act that they are committing or so desperate to get attention away from the office that they are committing that they actually accuse someone else of the same act.
Some people will recognize this in the form of relationships. Your significant other will cheat on you, and accuse you of cheating on them.
It is truly one of the most common psychological hacks. Right up there with gaslighting.
So, the way my theory goes, the Democrat party and all of their followers have been racist since the beginning. They are attempting, however, to paint the Republican Party as racist. They are not doing this in an attempt to remove themselves from racism, but instead to distract from their own acts of racism.
Don’t believe me? You might, after watching Occupy ICE protesters in this past week.
I assure you, that while people on the right keep their mouth shut and obfuscate exit polls by not telling the truth about who they voted for, the left is becoming more bold in there racism, identity politics, totalitarianism, and fascism.
Little is hidden anymore. If you are not with them, you are against them.
I’m going to preface this by saying that there is a high amount of coarse language in this video that I am sharing with you.
If you haven’t heard of Metokur, you’re going to discover that he is a man who is spot on when it comes to just about any subject. He has a knack for getting down to the root and the truth of any situation.
Today I woke up to some interesting news.
I have received my first seven day suspension on Twitter. For those that don’t know, Twitter will suspend you for saying the wrong things, so that you are silenced for a period of time. This works great when racial supremacy groups are being silenced, or religious groups pushing hate, or pedophile or rapist advocacy groups. Yes, those do exist. Amos Yee is a rather popular pedophile apologist.
That, however, would be ideal. Twitter is anything but. I have watched prolific racists continue to spew their hate and poison without receiving any sort of corrective action. I have watched people talk about how they think the law needs to get with the times and just make it legal to have sex with children. I watch and wait to see when there is a substantial pause in their posting, indicating a ban. There never is. Jack Dorsey, the owner of Twitter, doesn’t seem concerned with the welfare of children, or Christians, or anyone to the right of far left. In his world, white people can just go die. It’s the current year.
Cisgender heteronormative behavior is in the past. Any talk of it will be put down. It makes sense, I mean, he does live in San Francisco, currently the birthplace of the coming apocalypse.
Let’s forget about piles of shit and used needles all over the street though, I’m just here to talk about my suspension from Twitter.
I must have said something pretty terrible to warrant a suspension from Twitter, right?
That’s where you’re wrong, kiddo.
That’s right, I got suspended for seven days for calling Chelsea Handler a retard. Crime of the century. Pay attention, though. If you look through that, it does say that you can get in trouble for making fun of the disabled. Is Twitter agreeing with me that Chelsea handler is indeed a retard?
it seems like that is truly a silver lining in this situation. Anyway, back to the task at hand.
I have been suspended for hate speech.
Now, don’t get me wrong. This is okay:
And so is this:
But you dare call a leftist feminist spinster who is a mother of none a retard? That’s where Jack draws the line.
Luckily, there is hope. Infamous hacker and pirate bay owner Kim Dotcom announced a few weeks ago that he is tired of Jack Dorsey and his death grip on free speech and politics. He is planning on creating a replacement for Twitter that will ban actual hate speech rather than whatever the moderator on duty disagrees with.
As things are, I think I’m going to be just fine with my seven day suspension from Twitter. It will give me time to focus on things that I have been ignoring for far too long.
It’s time to go big or go home.
Some people have to go through great tribulation or means in order to become a target of public ridicule. Some people have to change their gender after hitting someone with their car. Others decide to live life as a gay man after being caught molesting children.
This story, however, is about a woman who could not get enough ridicule. No matter what she did, and no matter how much the public disliked her, she wanted more. She would do anything to get as much ridicule as she possibly could. She wanted her credibility to be the lowest on the entire planet. So, she persisted.
Though she didn’t want to, she defended a rapist in a case in the beginning of her career as a lawyer. The man had raped a little girl, and the woman did not want to defend this man. She was, however, told doing it would mean she had a career. Not doing it would mean the end of her career. She knew that she would be considered a patsy, and weak, and those in power would know that they could use her for whatever they wanted, but she persisted. The rapist won the case, and the little girl’s life was destroyed. The woman, years later, would laugh about it.
Her husband was embroiled in a case in which he, while wielding great amount of power, used it to sexually assault the people working underneath him. She could probably stop him, but that would mean being one of the good guys. She couldn’t have that! She knew she would lose credibility, and would be mocked, nevertheless, she persisted. He was removed from his job, and the two of them created a mafia.
An earthquake destroyed an island! Many people were hurt, and many buildings were destroyed. By this time, the woman and her husband had more than enough money to help these people out, and their mafia had embezzled enough funds to make sure that the island could be back at full capacity immediately. She could easily solve their problems. Nevertheless, she persisted. Setting up fundraisers, and skimming the money off the top, they left the island destitute. Their mafia was becoming known for destroying lives.
A chance to become president! Who wouldn’t want that? Everybody wants to be president. Well, decent people don’t want to be president, but they do it because they know nobody else will do it properly. This woman, however, would absolutely not do it properly. It was certainly going to be another vehicle for her mafia to grow in influence.
She swore at her bodyguards. She fell down stairs. She was thrown into a van like a side of beef. Nevertheless, she persisted. She simply could not allow her credibility to grow.
After her presidential bid was lost, she noticed that her credibility wasn’t as low as she wanted it to be. She began to wear a back brace, clumsily hiding it under ill fitting clothing so people would know it was there, but they would also know she was hiding it.
She fell down some stairs. She broke her ankle and her wrist.
Still, universities kept inviting her to speak. They kept treating her like a credible source of information and influence. Nevertheless, she persisted.
“Finally! At last!” she said, “the New York Post has begun speaking ill of me!”
She had finally destroyed her credibility to the point that even her most staunch and long-standing allies were turning against her.
All because she persisted.