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From Jung Man, a better and more honest analysis of the Trump Era and the cultural and economic conditions that led to Trump’s rise than you will find in any “authoritative” newspaper or “respectable” magazine:

Teaching the Saxon to hate was not Trump’s genius; this had been tried by many in the past decades leading up to the 2016 election, from David Duke charlatan comedy-tier all the way up to Pat Buchanan erudite but flaccid-tier. In any case, by 2015 many white Americans could feel something was intrinsically wrong with having the most prestigious institutions in the land staffed by specially bred banana republic negresses that would make the Third World blush. The injustices and pure, unbridled clownery from about 2012 onward – Trayvon Martin, Ferguson, the President of the United States shucking and jiving in the Oval Office with the rap star du jour – was enough to ferment a powerful, if largely unspoken, anger among normal white Americans, to say nothing of them losing their livelihoods while being demographically dispossessed by the Mesoamerican hordes. It wasn’t just LARPers on /pol/ or GamerGaters on reddit: real, ordinary people could feel something was deeply wrong with the nation, and they were pissed. To appeal to MPC’s many Arabists, we were living through a modern-era American cultural jahiliyyah, a dark age of ignorance replete with iPhones wherein the leadership of the country was openly hostile to its historic people and their values and rejoiced vocally in their decline. I try not to do too many Dune references – something about it strikes me as a very Saileresque goonery-as-analysis conceit (and, besides, many better poasters have already made the apt comparisons) – but there was certainly an unacknowledged but palpable bond that developed sometime between 2012-2015 among large swathes of American whites a la the Fremen from the book; this American asabiyyah is what led to the proto-formation of the alt-right in the years leading up to 2016, but that was only ever a largely Millennial and Xer phenomenon, one expression of the underlying current. In short, your boomer mechanic likely never went on /pol/ and posted a cartoon of Pepe looking at IQ stats, but he was most assuredly culturally and spiritually tapped into this phenomenon; he knew the score. We all did.

The reaction was there, but much like King Arthur’s sword, it could only be wielded by a certain sort of man. This was not a job for the Ron Pauls of the world, and certainly not for the Jeb!s. It would take a man who could tap into this vast cultural zeitgeist in a chill, fratty, and Chadly way, at once lending credence to the ravings of incels on 4chan while still appealing to the American public at large. It would take an Apex Chad, and (if you subscribe to Chad Theory) only one of those exists at any given time. Donald Trump was the absolute right man at the absolute right time, and his genius was and is being able to package the Saxon’s hate into something palatable, at once appealing to the type of person who read Moldbug while simultaneously appealing to the type of people who were simply tired of hearing Spanish in public all the time. From the drop – rightfully calling Mexicans rapists at his very first press conference – it was clear Donald Trump was a whole different sort of animal, and he had lockstep support virtually from that moment on. That’s what the elites never understood, to this day still don’t understand: the Americans who put Trump in office would have voted for a plank of wood with a face drawn on it if it promised to upend the status quo. It was never his bombast, or his bullyciding, or his billions – it was that he felt what you felt, what his entire voter base felt.

Trump’s charismatic bullyciding helped sell his message. If ¡Jeb! ran on Trump’s platform, complete with Jeb’s signature mewling, cucked defensiveness, and backpedaling under pressure, I doubt Jeb would have beaten thecunt.

It’s like how a girl will swoon for a charming jerkboy who is, on paper, identical in all other ways to a polite niceguy. That charisma — aka Game — makes all the difference.

He knew what was happening to the American people was wrong, and in one of history’s greatest ironies, was far more the Springsteen-esque everyman despite his ultra one-percenter lifestyle. The NYTimes and WaPo will cynically tell you that Trump tapped into white anxiety over the aforementioned factors to win the election, and they’re exactly right: Trump was the only candidate to tap into real, actual reactionary anger against what the Obama era had brought to America. Where the paper of record is wrong is merely that it doesn’t see these concerns as valid, whereas the historical American people knows they are life and death. In short, Trump made populism cool, and the rest is history.

Praise should be reserved for core elements of the proto-Alt-Right (or what I call the Maul-Right) for their tireless (and often memetically amusing) efforts to draw attention to the burgeoning demographic crisis and its consequences through reams of graphics, stats, data, tables, facts, and SCIENCE that all acted as a stone cold chadian counterweight to the sophistic “fact checks” of the extended shitlib universe. This stuff leaked into the white normie consciousness, even if normies weren’t yet ready for blatant race conscious polemics, and ultimately had a strengthening effect on their emotional attachment to Trump and what he implicitly represents.

Hatefacts may not win elections, but they help subconsciously acclimate voters to the idea of supporting a radical change candidate.

Out of all the many politicians to grace this era, only Trump can actually tap into what the American people feel; this is the same today as it was during the election, and it is the source of his power. Even as the s**tlib howls at you with his fact checks and datasets showing unfettered Third World migration is actually a net positive, Trump’s supporters remain resolute. It’s hard to overstate the damage the media has done to itself since Trump’s first appearance about three years ago; the mere cognitive dissonance of having virtually every news outlet tell you not to believe your own lying eyes has effectively caused Trump’s voter base to voluntarily remove itself from mainstream influence. There is nothing the elites could say or do at this point to make Trump voters abandon him, a fact that shitlibs have been very slow to realize but are starting to discover much to their horror. No amount of “Trump said vagina” or Russiagate will make you or me forget Slate and Salon running nonstop triumphant daily articles from 2012-2016 rejoicing in the death of historic America, of the over-the-top jubilation the left displayed towards the idea of whites being bred out by imported browns. Even today, the left has devolved into such a freakshow that Trump – a moderate, democratically-elected, 1990s-era Democrat from New York – is compared daily to the greatest criminals of the 21st century; the election caused the shitlibs’ already very fragile masks of sanity to slip. What the whites who put Trump into office suspected during the Obama era is now loud and proud and on display every single day for all to see: these people hate you, they want you dead, and they will work tirelessly to obtain this outcome.

The media discredited itself in its hysterical urgency to “get DRUMPPFF”. The Chaimstream Media thinks with Trump gone, America will go right back to honoring them as the gatekeepers of truth. Democracy will have beaten the darkness, and Jeff Bezos can cash another weekly billion while fitting his Post employees with location finders and pee break urethra sensors that limit them to one 30 second piss per day on threat of electrical jolt.

They are delusional. Their “resistance” hopes are the wishful thinking of a dead man walking; America isn’t going back to those halcyon days of 99% shitlib control of the vertical and horizontal. The horse is out of the barn, the wolf is among the sheep, the cats have escaped their spinster hovels and gone feral. At least half of America loathes the media with a passion, and the other half clings self-humiliatingly to the media like a safe port in a storm, knowing that their port is filling with sludge and a tsunami is on the way.

The left has proven itself wholly incapable of understanding any of this in the past three years; they still largely see Trump as a blip on the radar, a speedbump on the way to full Blade Runner Los Angeles. Look at their scapegoat for Trump’s ascendancy – dumb prole flyover whites were hoodwinked by Russian secret agents on Facebook telling them the fake news that Mexicans breed like rabbits and smell bad. It sounds insane, and it is; whereas Republicans will sadly probably always be the Party of Stupid, the left has become the uncontested Party of Unhinged since Election Night 2016 (oh, what a night :allears:). Their bugmanische approach to Trump – scream Hitler and Fake News and “fact check” every time someone right of center yawns – are all meant to appeal to their idea of a rational voter. But, as Haidt, Taleb, and others have been telling them since well before 2016, they’re not getting anywhere with appeals to BIG DATA or Science! or fact checking. Trump intrinsically feels what is wrong with America (a very Chad instinct) and acts accordingly. He’s the once in a generation perfect storm president, and no amount of google doodles claiming naggers invented the space shuttle will make it not true.

Anyhow, got a bit off topic here, but the point is this: on June 16, 2015, I watched Donald Trump, Apex Chad, descend from on high down a golden escalator, and nothing has been the same since. Millions of Americans breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he publicly decried the Mexican invasion, knowing that they had just been spared the indignity of a Jeb!-gracelessly-losing-to-Hillary election. You can write entire books worth of posts about the dissatisfaction that white America felt (indeed, Sailer has made a rather boring career doing this), but the long and the short of it is simply that it would never have amounted to anything without Trump and his ability to connect with the average American. That he felt what Americans the country over did and was unafraid to say so made him President, and shitlibs with their reams of exit poll data will literally never understand this. And he did it all sans the credentials, slavish worship of BIG data, or expected gay comportment of a Republican politician in 2016. Truly, a miracle, and one must remember to thank God every day for bringing Donald Trump into our collective lives.

:trump: It was easier than it looked!

Trump may have helped accelerate the death of runaway credentialism, too, whether he knows it or not, and that’s a good thing.

If Trump’s one lasting legacy is his destruction of the lying legacy media, he will have done more good for America than the last four, maybe six, Presidents did combined. It will be no less an achievement than reversing the Fuggernaut and allowing Truth & Beauty to once again gain a foothold in this nation.

Frank Booth adds,

People looked around and realized how far things had slid down since 9/11, since the Great Recession, since Obama’s re-election and his “phone and a pen”. They realized they were poorer and less free than ever before, by a mile. Talk about a “Malaise Era,” the real Malaise Era was 2008 to 2016. And when you’re losing the game that badly, all you can do is flip the board.

First, we flipped the board.
Next, we win America back again.
Failing that, we change the game being played, with all that implies.

Libertardian replies to Booth’s comment,

Carter and both Bushes all rolled together were probably still better than Butt Nekkid’s second term.

9/11 was great for the traitors. Securing the border would have fixed the problem, of course, so they held it wide open and jumped at the opportunity to turn America into a police/surveillance state “for your own good.”

As for the Great Recession, it was utterly avoidable (by the simple expedient of not creating the bubble that caused it), and the subsequent bailout of the guilty at the expense of the nonparticipants is just another instance of the last bit from the quote above.

The Surveillance State is a growing evil descending like a shroud over America. I don’t think it’s on Trump’s radar, nor am I confident he perceives the ominous threat of it, but the man who follows Trump will, and that’s when the battle lines between deep state globalists and regular Americans become too clear to ignore, because if you think these swamp SWPLs can’t bear to relinquish their precious open borders, just wait until we demand they surrender their Big Brother surveillance powers.

Step One: De-diversify America. A White Christian America is a high trust America with no need for a Surveillance State.

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A reminder of all the big and small ways we are constantly lied to and manipulated by the corporate-media goliath:

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As the coiner of such popular neologisms as globohomo, soyim, Heritage America, pantifa* etc, I’m glad to see these terms saturate the dissident culture and brought to life in visual memes. For instance, this one by Big Country Expat:

My sides, they are a-splitting! I want to see this unfurled in giant banner form at the next pussysoy march. The consequences of that would provide entertainment value you just can’t buy these days.

*possible multiple independent coinages by luminaries unconnected to the Chateau should not be construed as a reason for me to subdue my preen. It’s a big world; intellectual property shadowing happens.

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Shitlibs more strongly identify along ideological axes. This is why, for instance, they can’t tolerate the company of those with differing world views. (White libchicks are the absolute worst at tolerating those with opposing political views.)

And, although I don’t have confirmatory data at hand, I suspect shitlibs are more likely to wander and become itinerants, always looking for a shiny new city to infest. Personality studies have found that shitlibs tend to be more novelty-seeking, or to put it less charitably they tend to have higher disgust thresholds. This desire for novelty and filth probably contributes to the shitlib “born to run away” compulsion. They just can’t handle too much niceness (read: Whiteness), order, and comfortable functionality. They need to feel distressed. They crave chaos in their lives.

How do I know this? Well, I have been surrounded by shitlibs. I’ve swum in the deepest waters of their subterranean cultures, taking what I wanted from them while leaving behind that which repulsed me. I know them pretty well, tbh, how they tick and what emotional keys are tickled in their hamsterchords.

I bring this up on the heels of the recent exposure of Stephanie Wilkinson, the proprietoress of the Commie Shrew, excuse me, the Red Hen, who hounded Sarah Sanders out of her restaurant and followed her like a psycho down the street screaming libanities at her, as a shitlib vagabond.

The rootlessness of shitlibs is intimately connected to their ideological fence-guarding in a positively reinforcing feedback loop. The shitlib leaves for a strange new locale, loses touch with everyone before her, and finds new friends at work, bar crawls, or expediently through shared housing.

Each move in the shitlib’s life brings more severing of social connections and greater stress finding and stringing together replacement social connections. (Family connections are surrendered for good.) There’s very little organic or authentic thread tying together the nomadic shitlib with her new sets of friends…no common upbringing, no schooling experiences, no history or unique local culture, and most importantly no shared memories which is the most powerful bonding agent.

Into this toxic atomization the one binding agent strong enough to overcome the disintegration of traditional social and family bonds is ideology. A fevered, frantic, hysterical attachment to ideology becomes the substitute for natural bonds, and the shitlib leans on ideological identification — in herself and in those who would be unwittingly auditioning for inclusion in her social circle — to screen for friends who will meet the lowest standard in friendship: someone who won’t irritate her with an opposing viewpoint.

This is why shitlib friendships (and similarly, romantic relationships) in the big blue cities are typically superficial, transient, and transactional: the only common ground is hatred of [X] and how one votes. When ideology is the foundation of friendship, those mystic unspoken bonds of reassuring familiarity get twisted into a grotesque facsimile of affinity, one based on an overweening insistence of ideological compatibility and purity. With nothing else to connect them to each other, the shitlib relies on ideology to shoulder the burden of standing in for the missing authenticity.

And ideology can work, for a while, as a values substitute and proxy for relationship complementarity, to create and maintain relationships (which is why city chicks will stress “shared values” and “Trump voters swipe left” when pole shopping), but woe to the friend who steps out of line one day and utters a deplorable bit of crimethink through the bottom of a cocktail glass. When ideology is the glue, a trivial difference of opinion on a point of order can feel like a gross betrayal.

The problem is a long-run one. Besides the lapses into crimethink, shitlib relationships dissolve easily and perfunctorily with work relocations and life stage changes that demand more social involvement and commitments than simply ideological conformism. The shitlib is bothered by these demands because they throw into stark relief the inauthentic nature of her friendships.

What is evident to the meanly keen observer is that shitlib friendships start to take on the veneer of artifice, fraying at the edges and duct-taped by snark and late nite talk show references. The very fact that shitlibs strive so hard for social authenticity prevents them from ever realizing their goal. They are their own worst frenemies. It’s a variation on the old “if you have try to be cool, you aren’t” aphorism.

De-urbanization and a revitalization of towns and smaller-sized cities geographically dispersed more equitably throughout the country will go a ways to helping shitlibs form real, lasting friendships that can survive the occasional disagreement with a Colbert monologue.

Related:

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One of the greatest tunes (and visually arresting music videos) of the ’90s — Tool’s Stinkfist — uses the symbolism of fist fucking to warn against creeping consumerism in both the material and romantic senses. Stinkfist’s pairing of the vulgar with the transcendental is right in the Chateau wheelhouse. Pure poetry, and possibly a proto-vision of what would later become this blog outpost’s overarching theme.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it’s something you’ll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.

There’s something kinda sad about
The way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can this mean anything to me
If I really don’t feel anything at all?

I’ll keep digging
‘Til I feel something.

I bring this up because Tool’s frontman and creative genius, Maynard James Keenan, was recently PoundMeToo’ed by a slutty groupie.

Maynard is as pozzed as any Left Coast musician, but surprisingly he is not on record as an anti-Trumper. The little political stuff he’s said is radically banal, by the standards of his artfag subculture, which means in the current climate of Leftoid Intolerance he stands accused as insufficiently anti-Nazi.

So maybe that’s why he was just MeToo’ed. Or maybe our society is being corrupted by lonely attention whore has-been roadie skanks who upon approaching the long midnight of post-Wall sexual obsolescence decide to spit out totally unverifiable 20-year old sexual assault accusations against famous men to scratch their itch to be vaginally relevant again.

weev has the deets:

actual Maynard quotes:

“Trump is not your enemy”

“We have the privilege to do that because of active and former law enforcement and military, defending our right to do so. Those of you who are law enforcement and military, your job is to defend our right to act like whining, entitled snowflake assholes – myself being one. Snowflakes, your job is to respect them f**king doing that for you.”

Regarldess of these quotes just read the lyrics of “Hooker with a Penis” and “Vicarious” and tell me he’s not our guy.

Maynard is a singular musical genius, unlike any other, and even if he wasn’t now that Neil Peart is retired Danny Carey is objectively the greatest living drummer. Forty Six and Two, The Grudge, Triad, Ticks and Leeches. Listen to the drums in those.

Don’t you think it is pretty likely that baseless impropriety accusations by an anonymous Twitter account getting massive coverage by the (((music journalism))) industry is a direct result of Maynard’s statements in regards to our President?

“I went back to a trailer with a rock star and watched a movie in his bed and we ended up having sex. It was rape.” Seriously, who believes this?

No one who doesn’t have an axe to grind against the expression of normal male (and female) sexuality. And by normal, I mean men are attracted to youth and beauty and women are attracted to power and fame. Put the two together, and sparks fly (which is later retconned as assault by spiteful slores).

I hope this Synchronized MeToo Menstruation will end soon, despite the overwhelming majority of the accused coming from the one group that I despise for their efforts to ruin my homeland under a deluge of Dirt Worlders…

The Bad Hair Brigade

…because the whole media-crafted enterprise reeks of forgotten sluts clamoring to revisit a few seconds of fame to slander and demonize famous men with whom those sluts didn’t have the integrity nor the horniness self-discipline to walk away from when the lay-for-play proposition was put before them.

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The Judge comments,

Lol “..he rapes in every city”

It’s not enough to have fucked a rockstar. Now you must be raped by one.

There’s something to this cynical take. A couple generations of coke-carved lithe groupies getting banged out by rockstars (which is something of an anomaly in the sweep of human history) has inured the public to the reality of it. Everyone expects it now, so it’s no big deal, for better or worse. How’s a groupiegirl supposed to preen when throwing her legs open for rockstars has lost its cachet? Of course, she says she was raped by a rockstar! It’s not much of an achievement to be a rockstar’s ho-hum Tuesday night strum receptacle, but to arouse the ardor of a rockstar to the raping point? Ladies, that is the stuff of GRRLPOWER.

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Stephanie Wilkinson is the co-owner of the Red Hen in Lexington, VA, now infamous for kicking Trumpgal Sarah Sanders out of Wilkinson’s restaurant (and following Sanders’ down the street to heckle her as she tried to find another place to eat dinner).

Elizabeth Branner is the Board President of Main Street Lexington, who accepted Wilkinson’s “resignation” as executive director of MSL (Wilkinson was rightly pushed out).

Courtesy of Captain Obvious, leetle details about the two women that reveal so much about the current state of America:

Stephanie Wilkinson
PREVIOUS LOCATIONS
Rochester, NY
Roslindale, MA
Allston, MA
Jamaica Plain, MA
New York, NY
Charlottesville, VA
San Francisco, CA
Lexington, VA

Elizabeth Outland Branner
PREVIOUS LOCATIONS
Williamsburg, VA
Norfolk, VA
Buena Vista, VA
Lexington, VA

Sez it all. Vagabond Globohomoist vs native Heritage American.

You know all those moody blue cities, small and large, infested with shitlibs who act like they own the place and set the rules of engagement, such as who may or may not peacefully protest in their public squares?

Yeah, most of those shitlibs are nomads who came from somewhere else and have about as much claim to their adopted town’s moral conscience as a Honduran child smuggler.

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It’s no mystery who among Whites supports open borders and the consequent swamping of America with Swarth World spindrift: Single White Women.

As I teased in the previous post, here I’ll explain why Single White Women (SWWs) are in love with the idea of a borderless America that is overrun with Dirt World detritus. I call it the Shiny Object Theory of the SWW Open Borders Welcoming Committee.

My reasoning is simple: sexual selection electrifies all human interaction, and women have evolved to display themselves to catch the attention of high value men.

The fewer high value men there are, and/or the more attractive women there are, the more frequent and intense the sexual display of women. Supply and demand. So, for instance, when men are in short supply, as has been hypothesized was the situation for prehistorical European hunter-gatherers with high male attrition rates from hunting megafauna, the few surviving men are able to afford to be choosy, and they choose only the most beautiful of women from their tribes.

It’s speculated that this is how blonde and red hair, and blue and green eyes, evolved in European White women…a long time ago those choosy men had to be enticed with the biological equivalent of shiny baubles, so women evolved bright, eye-catching accoutrements like blonde hair, blue eyes, big titties, swayback, and exquisite White woman facial beauty.

White male choosiness gave the world White female beauty. God may have made man in His image, but White man made White woman in his vision.

Getting back to the subject of this post, if we start with the premise that the number of high value White Men has decreased relative to the number of Single White Women who want them — a premise which has sound footing, given the surge of economically self-sufficient White women and the retreat of White men from positions of power, influence, and cultural supremacy to languish in faptivity — then there would consequently develop an increase in sexual display by White women to more effectively bait HSMV White men into relationships (or at least into pump and dumps).

Subcultures would spring from this sexual market shift in female strategy, such as Slut Pride, Deep Thots, multicolored hair, skintight yoga pants showing camel toe, wine mommery, and the omnipresent social media attention whore.

One other negative externality would be apparent: SWWs agitating for more Twerk World trash, because nothing sparkles quite as brightly as a diamond in the dirt.

Sweden is overflowing with pretty blondes, so any one blonde doesn’t stand out much (which is probably why the brunette hair color was evolutionarily retained in European White women). Similarly, America was once 90% White (a mere fifty years ago), but its homogeneity and pride of heritage also meant there were a lot of relatively hsmv White men to go around. Back then, SWWs didn’t have to viciously compete for a shrinking pool of hsmv White men.

Today, they do, and these SWWs competing for fewer hsmv White men see open borders as a short cut to standing out in a rapidly muddying crowd. That mousy, stringy-haired sandy blonde plain jane with the muffin top might not be a catch in 90% White America, but she’s a fucking princess bathed in ethereal light in 40% Earth Tone America.

The contrast of hordes of (to White men not named ¡Jeb!) sexually invisible squatamalans relieves the pressure on Mediocre Mauves to signal their sexual readiness or to compete in a losing battle with naturally prettier girls. Thanks to the magic of polychromatic patriotism, the middle of the belle curve SWWs can reap the reward of more hsmv White man attention without incurring any of the responsibility to look and act more pleasingly feminine.

Of course, as I’ve argued, female beauty is objective, universally agreed upon, and biometrically standardized. A millimeter here, a millimeter there, according to God of Biomechanics spec, can mean the difference between involuntary solitude and catching the eye of President Trump. So White men aren’t going to start believing HB5s are HB9s. But that doesn’t matter; what matters is perception. And if even hsmv White men perceive their menu of minxes disappearing under a gloomy tide of boner-killing brown, they might start to consider the romantic appeal of the White HB5s.

These White men won’t be happy, but if the perceived alternative is a tubular desert trekker then they’ll settle for the White HB5 and make a go of it. And comparative beauty isn’t Fake News; we’ve all noticed that a blah girl will look more bangable when she’s standing next to a fug. It’s a trick of the male brain that ensures the human species doesn’t stop in its tracks when the supply of beauties dips below the threshold at which the majority of men feel they have a chance.

Paradoxically, the American obesity epidemic that has gone worldwide in the past two decades may be partly fueling SWW clit boners for rapefugees, by providing fat White women an even less desirable horde of females against which to compare favorably, because the Third World peasantry invading America is increasingly Girth World peasantry.

There really is no end to the ways in which closed border homogeneous White nations are more romantically appealing than open border diversitopias, so make it your life’s work to shame any SWW who shrieks with vitriolic virtue about the blessings of Diversity™. She is literally advocating for the death of your dating life.

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Have you ever wondered what it would look like if our esteemed institutions were run by snarky tween brats? Look no further than today’s FBI!

Sounds like another Captain Save A Ho exchange, except this being the FaggBI the roles are probably reversed, so “FBI Employee” is the male and “FBI Attorney 2” the female lawyercunt.

The two wrist flappers above aren’t Strzok-Page. They’re *another* couple of lovebirds making full use of FBI broom closets to whisper sweet nothings about how much they hate Trump and the half of America who voted for him.

The G-cunt can’t believe Trump might win and calls his supporters “dumb, uneducated, lazy POS”.

If you’ve ever doubted what your “betters” in the degenerate ruling class think of you, dispel your doubts. You now know. And you should be thinking of them in only one way: frog-marched to the public gallows.

Lookee there, FBI lolyers seem really nervous about the incoming Trump Reign. Could it beeeeeee…..GUILT? (yes)

Cornelius Rye comments,

A friend on Gab makes an insightful and important point about these emails and texts. It’s not about what’s in the texts, it’s about what’s NOT in the texts. Not once is there mention of Russia. It’s a smoking gun, as far as I’m concerned:

“What you see: FBI officials privately expressing hatred for Trump and Trump supporters.

What you don’t see: FBI officials privately expressing fear of Russians.

If there were texts or internal memos full of worry over Russia, they would have been leaked by now. No one actually believed the conspiracy theory; it was only ever an excuse to spy on Americans.”

Yup. Trumpists everywhere are beginning to smell Globohomoist blood in the water. Tucker Carlson:

The details tucked within Horowitz’s IG report — that there was systemic bias for Clinton and against Trump at the highest levels and strongly suggestive evidence of a coup to take out Trump — are damning, and at odds with the milquetoast conclusion offered to the press today. What gives? Here’s one take:

And this take:

I dunno what to make of the discrepancy between the substance and summary of the IG Report. Read through it and it’s clear there’s enough damning information in there to put multiple heads of the FBI and DOJ on trial for treason. Or at least to appoint a special prosecutor whose job it is to lock up as many Deep State creeps as he can while razing the institutions to the ground and rebuilding them in the image of the God Emperor.

Either (((Horowitz))) is /ourguy/ or he’s /theirguy/. There’s no such thing as an objective human being; everyone has their biases which necessarily taint their work and their interpretation of evidence. If he’s /ourguy/, then why the weak sauce summary that is utterly belied by the report’s substance? Maybe he’s playing a long game to set the stage for arrests of high ranking Deep Staters down the road so that normies aren’t scared off by the spectacle, and he didn’t want to come out too strong (recall that the second IG Report into the FISC abuses by the FBI is coming out next). Or he’s /theirguy/ and he deliberately watered down the summary knowing shit tier leftoid outfits like NPR would gleefully ignore the substance to report on the conclusion that there was no political bias found (laughable on its face).

IG Report goodies:

FBI employees received tickets to sporting events from journalists, went on golfing outings with media representatives, were treated to drinks and meals after work.

The Media-IC-DNC-FBICIADOJ Deep State is nothing if it isn’t greased with kickbacks, bribes, and payola.

More exposed FBI and DOJ corruption to tilt the election in favor of thecunt:

Oh, and Peter Strzok, the soyboy at the center of this Deep State tootsie roll? He wasn’t just some low ranking underling:

Strzok was in charge of

the HRC investigation

the FBI’s contribution to the hacking report

the Flynn investigation

the Trump/Russia investigation

and the first months of Mueller’s investigation.

His bias and malfeasance is kind of a big deal.

Ffs!

FFS is an understatement. Where is Jeff Sessions in all this? High treason occurs under his nose and…wtf is he doing about it? Waiting to pounce when the time is right? Jeff, the midterms are just months away; you don’t have much time left to make a move before a horde of screeching anti-American mystery meats and pussyhatters take the lower chamber.

Sexually de-polarized Strzok texted his equally sexually de-polarized butch lover Page a promise that “we” (the FBI) would “stop” Trump from becoming President:

That’s a leetle bit worse than personal bias; it’s open rebellion against democracy.

Everything you need to know about Strzok’s character is revealed in a text exchange with his horse-faced manjawed careerist shrike lover Lisa Page. They’re having a tiff over affirmative action for some beaner kid, and Strzok begins to grow a tiny pair of raisins which Page promptly cuts off and feeds to him, after which he assumes the submissive position. It’s malefeminism.txt.

Strzok is illustrative of elite degeneration (genetic and environmental) and rapid androgynization of the sexes. It’s not just him. It’s everyone who deigns to rule over us, including Comey who posted on his Instagram a pic of himself jumping up in the air like a teen girl in the grip of an attention whoring fever:

Just how institutionally gay is the FBI? This gay:

That exchange is real, if you can believe it. Terrence Rhine adds,

as with the lovebirds and Comey, and to some extent Brennan, one of the darkest elements of all this is the way these agents write like witless teenagers. there’s something far more incriminating about our society than the corruption in the fact that everyone in all these badass seats of authority are ultimately just shallow barely-mediocre brats.

I say “darkest” but it’s also why the carnivalesque burn-it-all-down element that comes with Trump is so appropriate. No one cares that powerful adults are like this, they like it that way because a society of shallow millennials (of all ages) is more docile and more devoted to consumption than a society of thoughtful adults.

The snarkification of once-esteemed American institutions, (and the apathy of Mewllennials to the corrupting influence on those institutions of late nite comedy sensibility), is one of the great un-reported facets of late stage republics morphing into gynarcho-tyrannies. This, for instance, is meant as a joke, but it’s not far removed from reality:

The bottom line: the FBI and DOJ under Gay Mulatto invented a Russia collusion hoax story in the hopes that it would lead to the impeachment of a duly-elected president:

PS An explainer on Ghey Gowdy’s recent shilling for the Deep State. tl;dr follow the hourly billing rates.

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