Spotted In The Post-America Wild

A pear-shaped, bland-looking mid-30s White woman with splotchy skin, seated across a small table from a slightly younger black man (presentable, pureblood). It was obviously a first or second date. Her chicken wings and arm flab undulated in the air as she gesticulated during an impassioned speech about how much White people suck, “White privilege”, racist cops, etc etc. She caviled about her race for a few minutes, while blacky muttered “yeah” and grunted every few seconds. Under the table, I noticed he had slipped his paw up her thigh and was making a move toward her mons. She never stopped kvetching.

Blacks don’t give a shit about Whites hating on their own race. White virtue signaling is for the benefit of other Whites, not blacks, but some mudsharks are so oblivious, or so deluded to think otherwise, that they can barely contain themselves when a black is their captured audience. I swear these pre-Wall White frumps gets a bigger tingle from disavowing their own race in front of a black than they do later despoiling their own race in the black’s bed.

These women may as well be an alien species to me. Whatever connection we have through the mists of history is frayed beyond rescue.

I pity mudsharks. And pity is a form of contempt. She’s cursed herself to a lifetime of social ostracism, lineage destruction, and regret that crushes her soul with each year it becomes obvious to her what a big fucking mistake she made.

She is walking metadeath.

A reader asks, “what about white women who adopt black kids?”. In one important way, these White women are even worse. They pollute their families with the full knowledge that their actions will make the lives of their White biological children (if they have them) more miserable. It’s a staggeringly selfish act.