London Falling

Sure, whites are now a minority in London and blacks are practically fornicating in the streets, but at least we defeated the Nazis. pic.twitter.com/i7gQ2OxB8t

— TinkerBelle (@haaaallppp) August 28, 2018

And we have our iGadgets, so kwitchyerbitchin. /neoliberal /libertardian

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The Shape Of Apocalypto Conquest

What does Mass Dirt World Diversity really mean, on the ground? How does it tangibly, palpably, affect the lives of ordinary Heritage Americans?

From Jourdan,

This is how they take over. Political types always yell about how “Latinos don’t vote,” but given their numbers it hardly matters.

First, you notice that a majority of little children at the elementary school level are Latino. Then bilingual signs appear in the grocery stores. Then shitty little stores selling burner phones and money wiring services. Then a few fatal DUIs, often killing elderly White people or, as in the case of the guy who made A Christmas Story, a family. Then the local Police Department has a “Gang Enforcement Unit” and their budgets are now through the roof. Then the civil rights cases start, so your local cops start pulling over you going to work at 68 in a 55 zone, while studiously ignoring the beaner beaters completely out of code and not street legal.

Then there are zero White kids at the primary level. “Social Services” becomes code for “Free stuff for Latinos.” To the extent people are still walking around in your town, they are 4’11” latinas, each pushing three kids in strollers and each so pregnant they are wider than they are tall. Then the state comes in with the “women and infant children” program, congratulations, sucker, you’re paying for those kids.

Then the annual New Year’s Day story about “the first baby born here in X!” mysteriously always feature a blank-eyed latino couple, and the white anchors coo over Baby Rodriguez or Gonzalez. You begin to notice that you haven’t seen a White baby be the first born in the New Year for ages.

A few more years pass, and every service job imaginable is filled by brown people. The town you grew up in, with young White kids hustling to mow lawns, and local high school teenagers working at McDonald’s and Dairy Queen is dead as a doornail. In fact, speaking of fast food, you used to like to grab it on the go every once in a while but now ordering is an ordeal and the food always sucks..who puts that much mayonnaise on everything? (Answer: Latinos)

The new Gang Enforcement Unit isn’t doing too hot, so they need more manpower, bigger budgets, maybe hire a few consultants from the L.A. County Sheriff’s Department to help out. PTA and other school meetings are now held in Spanish, because 85% of the students’ parents speak Spanish in the home.

A few old family restaurants have been bought out. One–it was Jack’s Family Restaurant, you remember it fondly from when you were a kid–is now purple of all things and it’s called “El Pulpo – Mariscos” whatever the hell that is.

A few old bars are now hangouts, and one is Salvadorean and the other Nicaraguan and there are fights. People get stabbed. Fire Chief says he needs more paramedics, budget needs to go up, so property taxes go up again.

Local hospital is in crisis due to ER room write-offs in the tens of millions. They shut down. Now, if something happens, you need to go to the City, about 40 mins away, maybe 25 if the ambulance is going Code 3, but what if something happens?  That was part of the community here. Now, it’s all strip mall “Urgent Care” places run by arab-ey looking “doctors” and rumor is that there is a lot of Medicare/Medicaid fraud going on.

Your high school, the one you lettered in and still go to all the football games, now has a metal detector at the entrance and two cops posted there full time. There are fights between the latinos and the 20% of students left who are White. The school counselors are now all bilingual and latino and they have posters up on their wall from strange organizations like MeCHA, that speak openly of “Brown Pride.”

You’re paying through the nose in taxes. No public benefits are going your way. Now, your youngest is getting to high school age and you’re thinking private school, but, Jesus, how will you afford that?

Well, it’s Sunday, so you’re not going to think about it right now. You’re going to watch some football with the guys while your wife takes the kids to the Aquatic Center for some swimming and cute pictures. Just not going to think about it right now.

And then you hear your wife pull up and the car door slam. She walks in all business, herding your three children in to go upstairs and change out of swimming clothes. You notice: no one is wet, or has been wet.

“What happened? Is everything all right?”

“No, it’s not all f**king right. You won’t believe what happened. I’m standing there juggling towels and floaties and the Parks and Rec guys are telling me it’s now $10 a kid for a day swim pass, so I roll my eyes and I’m digging in my purse to get my card out, and then all these little mexican kids go flying through the front door and I’m like ‘Hey, why aren’t you telling them they have to pay’ and the guy is like ‘They have red wristbands” and I say “So?” and he says “it’s a program we have here at the Aquatic Center for disadvantaged youths so they get the benefit of swimming and lessons in a safe environment” and they just kept piling in and I’m thinking we’re already paying through the nose in taxes, and now I have to cough up money for OUR KIDS WHO WERE BORN AND RAISED IN THIS TOWN so these people can swarm the pool for free.”

You’re hoping she’s done there, but she’s not. You can feel Sunday slipping away. The “boys” can hear everything going on, but you can bet your ass they’re staying out of this one.  She continues:

“And there were so many of them, and they were SCREAMING AND YELLING and it was chaos, and I just, I just, couldn’t do it, so I told the kids we were leaving and I turned around and walked out of there. Then, before we get to the car, James starts crying, says it’s ‘no fair’ and that I promised we’d go swimming today all week, which is true”

And she’s looking at you, because, you know the deal, you are responsible for fixing this. You think. Or maybe she’s just venting.  But you do what you can.

That night, you get the Sunday Night Blues and Monday morning comes around, and you’re driving into work and you’re looking around your town and you’re thinking:

This isn’t my town any more. I don’t know what to do.  I don’t know what to do.

Am I racist? Jesus, am I becoming one of those guys. I sure sound like one of those guys.

And you’re stopped at a red light a few blocks from the office and here they come, slow walking across the crosswalk, two toddlers in tow, one in a stroller, and both pregnant, and both talking as loud as they can into two cell phones.

And you laugh, because hey, it’s all okay, because these people right here, right in front of me, them? They don’t vote much.

A powerfully effective rhetorical strategy for rousing the apathetic and unnerving the jaded until they apprehend the existential threat of Mass Diversity is the anecdote, an everyday lived experience recounted in detail so vivid you can feel the deterioration through the words.

No need to mince words…this is conquest.

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Deathmeme Of The Day: The White Clock

This is a memetic killshot. I wish I could find a live updating version of it. I’d post it at the top of this blog as a daily alert system, akin to the nuclear annihilation doomsday clock. In the meantime, forward this to anyone and everyone. Let’s get the national conversation rolling.

No cucked-out flyover normie can un-see this visual MOAB. It’s a laser-guided red pill. What are we now? Three minutes to catastrophe?

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The Stifling Uniformity Of Shitlibopolises

Jay in DC writes,

I jump on Tinder every now and then just for shits & grins. It is definitely heading downhill in a big way. It is similar to what Hermes stated above. As Clown World grows the ‘list of demands’ gets longer and the attractiveness of those demanding gets lower. Also those insane 35+; women speaking as if they are 20 and have all the time in the world is exceptionally common now.

The current market is insanity incarnate. First of all, they are VERY fucking hostile. Fully half of the profiles I flicked through are just angsty, angry, demanding, and entitled. Who the fuck wants to be around that for even a nano-second? I will tell you who. Thirsty ass beta herbs. And they are LEGION. This is why allows this shitshow to continue.

Then you have the fact that we are down to about 1 in 10 or 1 in 20 women with a normal BMI. That reflects the thing we talk about on college campuses too which is even more distressing. Because at 18-21 you are the BEST you are ever going to be, its all downhill from there. If you are a hambeast then? Yikes…

The West is fucking miserable in almost every aspect. Maybe in the in between places it is still somewhat normal but based on my own experience and talking to the peeps I know in other urban areas, its shyte pretty much across the board. Pozzed Gynarcho-Tyranny is our system of government and life in general.

For the reasons Jay and Hermes give (and which I’ve written about before), I abandoned online dating a long time ago. I saw the writing on the wall: it was always going to end in a veil of beta male thirst and battlecunt entitlement.

Face to face, eyeball to eyeball, cockas to tingle, is the only way a man can break through the entitled bitch field now. And yes, the poz has gone national. I’ve been to almost every major “I’m With Her” city, and lived in a considerable number of them. All the big blue shitlib cities are the same — same shitlibbery, same slogans, same bumper stickers and window signs, same restaurants, same museums filled with the same ugly modern art, same “celebrating diversity” murals, same graphic tees, same apartment and condo glass-encased architecture, same local papers written in the same smug activist style, same craft breweries and gin distilleries, same nightclubs, same bars, same faux grimy music halls, same luxury indie theaters, same outdoor hanging lights, same “ironic” themed Millennial venues, same vintage shops serving the same shabby chic clientele, same cocktails with the same pop culture inspired names, same fertility-killing cost of living, same pride parades, same language of euphemisms to describe the same fucking thing (staying away from blacks and browns), same uber drivers, and same entitled overeducated battlecunt shrikes.

About fifteen or so years ago, a blueprint was set for how to gentrify cities, and it took off like wildfire through every shitlibopolis, sea to syphilitic sea, and in the process all the local flavor, the uniqueness inherent in such a large nation like America, was flattened into a smarmy White hipster beanbag romper room.

Channeling J Derbyshire, “Goodbye, weird, wild America.” This is what happens to a country when it imports too much mutually antagonistic nonWhite Diversity: a leveling of wonderfully peculiar White subcultures into a corporatized, MBA-approved mash that only distinguishes itself in relation to the utter dreariness and dysfunction of the nonWhite communitaaaahhs encircling these White urban hospices like a gathering enemy army.

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The Vapid “Past Immigration, Ergo Perpetual Immigration” Argument

Ah, not a day goes by without the treat of (((shitlibs))) trying to gull the un-woke with broken logic that sounds real purty on the surface. The latest is the uncle of that basest of jews, Stephen Miller, throwing his nephew under the bus to feed his tikkun olam-sized ego.

If my nephew’s ideas on immigration had been in force a century ago, our family would have been wiped out.

By DAVID S. GLOSSER August 13, 2018

Let me tell you a story about Stephen Miller and chain migration.

It begins at the turn of the 20th century, in a dirt-floor shack in the village of Antopol, a shtetl of subsistence farmers in what is now Belarus. Beset by violent anti-Jewish pogroms and forced childhood conscription in the Czar’s army, the patriarch of the shack, Wolf-Leib Glosser, fled a village where his forebears had lived for centuries and took his chances in America.

He set foot on Ellis Island on January 7, 1903, with $8 to his name. …

What does this classically American tale have to do with Stephen Miller? Well, Izzy Glosser is his maternal grandfather, and Stephen’s mother, Miriam, is my sister.

Boom, drop the ( )ike!

I have watched with dismay and increasing horror as my nephew, an educated man who is well aware of his heritage, has become the architect of immigration policies that repudiate the very foundation of our family’s life in this country.

Because America had past immigration, it must have endless future immigration. Unassailable logic!

Reality: any nation, including America, has the right and moral justification to turn on or off at any time the immigration spigot as accords the national interest. David Glosser’s self-serving indignation is not Americans’ moral crisis.

Or: get over it, glosser.

ps Ellis Island is just one of many “classically American tales”. You know what else is a classically American tale? The 1924 Immigration and Naturalization Act that severely curtailed immigration and restricted it to European Whites, leading to the greatest explosion in a country’s standard of living ever seen in history.

I shudder at the thought of what would have become of the Glossers had the same policies Stephen so coolly espouses— the travel ban, the radical decrease in refugees, the separation of children from their parents, and even talk of limiting citizenship for legal immigrants — been in effect when Wolf-Leib made his desperate bid for freedom.

American citizens are making a desperate bid for a livable country that isn’t overrun by foreign scabs and ingrates.

The Glossers came to the U.S. just a few years before the fear and prejudice of the “America first” nativists of the day closed U.S. borders to Jewish refugees.

Just missed!

Ya know, there’s another logical conclusion one could reach from Glosser’s glossing of mass immigration: Americans shouldn’t have let in all those bubbes.

Whatta pain in the tuckus they’ve been!

Is anyone else getting tired of maudlin shysters weeping schlockodile tears for the fate of a nation they are determined to destroy under a flood of culturally and genetically foreign migrants?

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From commenter Another Dad,

As much as it makes the steam rise, i love seeing the likes of Glosser put this in print.

The whole “nation of immigrants” thing is objectively stupid. Mathematically, immigration forever means that the future America must assymptotically approach the shittiness of the shittiest nation on the planet–until literally no one else on earth wants to come here! Your line–your genetic contribution to the future–will either be extinguished or your descendants scrape by in an overpopulated dystopian hell hole.

It’s the anti-thesis of patriotism or love of nation. It’s wishing the nation’s destruction and extintion.

Now i realize i’m a few SD’s to the right of the average person in mathematical “sense”, so what’s obvious to me doesn’t immediately pop for everyone. But the more these bastards keep broadcasting their idea that immigration *must never stop* the more the average person will wake up and smell the insanity and the hate.

Mass Shitholiness (multiple entendres intended) is no way to make America great again.

And malevolent ingrates are no one anybody should take seriously.

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Another sharp comment from Another Dad,

First off there is no reason to take any immigrants. What happened in the Americas was “conquest”. The US certainly didn’t really require any immigrants after the founding, but they–like my immigrant ancestors–juiced the conquest a bit. Certainly immigrants were redundant by the closure of the frontier say 1880.

But if you decide “hey, i’ll add a few folks to the team”, what would be the first requirement? Loyalty. They’ll mentally and emotionally join up, become part of your nation and put the interests of their new fellow citizens first.

Some people naturally take to that. Some people, some peoples, just massively fail that basic test.

I’m noticing that Maul-Right acolytes are becoming quite adept at not only challenging the Left’s framing, but reframing the debates altogether to utterly neuter and shut out the Left’s typical litany of feelgood debate points. Another Dad reimagines the frame perfectly when he denies the very premise of taking in *any* number of immigrants at any time.

Our rhetorical weaponry is getting more lethal.

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Twatter Is Leveraging Liberal Fragility

An astute comment from Wrecked ‘Em about how Twatter can maintain plausible deniability while aggressively silencing right-wing dissident voices on its monopolistic platform:

I would bet both of my gloriously large balls that Twitter is leveraging a basic psychometric difference between liberals and conservatives to achieve widespread shadowbanning of conservatives while maintaining plausible deniability. Brilliant, yet pure evil. Here’s how it works: It’s long been known that liberals are far, far more likely to block and unfriend people (even close family) over politics than are conservatives.  What does Twitter do?  Writes an algorithm that squelches people who are blocked by lots of other people.  Twitter: “It’s not us, it’s the al-go-rithm.”  Also Twitter: “Shitlibs, do yo thing!”

One way to fight back would be to block the snot out of prominent liberals, especially ones without a blue check.  This would force Twitter to manually un-ban them and it’s the manual intervention that’s going to get them in trouble eventually since any record of it will clearly show favoritism towards the left.  One suspects that this is why Twitter hands out blue checks to Leftists like candy while being notoriously stingy to conservatives – a blue check is just supposed to mean that you’re “verified”, that you are who you say you are – but it probably also means that the shadowban algorithm (((passes over you))).

Basically, Big Twatter diversity teams have written algorithms which exploit the intolerance of thin-skinned shitlibs, to effectively mass ban and silence anyone on its platform who expresses opinions that are at odds with the Leftoid Equalism Globohomo orthodoxy. Twatter and other tech giants with monopolies on the means of communication rely on the compulsion of shitlibs to swarm complaint boxes and tattle to the high priests about the heretics in their midst, fouling the mood of their safe spaces. (The Butthurt Brigade is really not taking well to the avalanche of realtalk.)

Clever, but we’re onto them. And I believe this infantile compulsion of shitlibs can be used against them, by turning them on each other until their precious anti-White signaling playgrounds like Twatter become unusable from all the screeching, tattling, banning, and doxing.

broke: the internet will mean the free flow of ideas!
woke: the internet has unleashed hate, it must be censored
bespoke: the internet will mean the free flow of pre-approved ideas!

The end game is nationalization of Big Tech and anti-trust breakups of Big Media. (Typical libertardian reply: “build your own media conglomerate”.)

Meanwhile, there are already rumblings of resistance to Big Tech’s stranglehold on the information gateways (a reader calls this reality “Corporate Stalinism”). Blueprints exist for how to destroy Twatter, Faceborg, Apple, Goolag, and Spotify (low T-FAGS). A CA judge has ruled that Twatter can be sued for falsely advertising free speech.

This is only going to get a lot worse for Soylicon Valley before it gets better, if ever. And no amount of disingenuous appeals to “stopping hate speech” will push the Trump-sized genie back in the bottle. The real resistance is begun.

PS Even payment processors are getting in the censorship act and banning political dissidents from use of their services. How much more of this Left-Wing Orwellian Corporatocracy bullshit will we tolerate? The “free market” is failing half of America. Bezos et al are banking on cheaply made chinese manufactured gadgets you can order from the comfort of your fapatorium to help you forget about the jackdorseyboot on your neck.

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The New Jackboot

It’s been a bad year for libertarian purists. (Via)

From a reader, “the Jack Dorsey Boot!”

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George Cobb, with a bit of brilliant pith:

The @jackboot.

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