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Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they’re held for pleasure,
They’re the balls that I like best.
And my balls are always bouncing,
To the left and to the right.
It’s my belief that my big balls should be held every night.

I’ve got big balls
I’ve got big balls
And they’re such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he’s got big balls,
And she’s got big balls,
But we’ve got the biggest balls of them all!

AC/DC – “Big Balls”

Remember when rock bands had testosterone? Yeah, seems like forever ago. But that’s about to change. Hello, America! It’s

PRESIDENT DONALD J TRUMP

You can almost feel the smog of estrogen and denatured T wafting off the land and into the stratosphere, as a man with the biggest set of balls America has had the pleasure to take on the chin strides into the White Again House with purpose, good cheer, and a bloodlust to see his emasculated enemies crushed beyond recognition.

What a glorious day. What a time to be alive!

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someday a realtalk rain will come and wash away all the deceit and degenerates from the public sphere.

It has come.

Reader Mutant Seven explains,

In her rebuke to Streep, I noticed that [Kellyanne] Conway cited the race of the four scum in the torture video. As the subject (or really the pretext) of her comments was “concern for the disabled” and Streep’s hypocrisy, the race of the criminals would previously have gone unmentioned. In fact in all likelihood, an experienced media figure like Conway would have deliberately self-suppressed that point, fearing immediate lib-borg backlash. But not this time. Not anymore. The fear is waning and the bravery to speak the truth growing. In the future this trait could become a clear litmus test for anyone who appoints himself as one of our countless “event interpreters”: do they have the courage to say what we all see clearly in front of our face? Or do they sputter and waffle and shy away and equivocate? Conway took her stand in that clip. You can see it in her deliberation. And there was more honesty in Vaughn’s visceral stare than in all the newspaper op/eds of the last 50 years.

I suspect you have had more influence in inspiring people to real talk than anyone will ever know.

I like to think so, because The Preen is my prime directive.

Anyhow, M7 is right that this small anecdote is very telling of a much larger culture shift in what is deemed acceptable discourse and not censored or shouted down as crimethink. Conway is a shitbird, to be sure, but she didn’t have to mention the race of the Chicago Four to get her point across; she did it because she thought it was important to release that information to the listening audience, assaulting the cotton-stuffed ears of shitlibs and cucks alike.

This is great news, because it means the leftoid legacy media is put on notice that, now and in future, their lies and dissimulation and suppression won’t enjoy protection from exposure by cowed controlled opposition. The cowardice is in retreat, and that makes all the difference. Viva Trumperica!

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There are signs of volcanic life surfacing in long dormant White America. A White hot fire rises. Recently, I saw once such sign, a very small sign, but magnificently portentous because it was an act of pro-White rebellion committed deep in the heart of a decadent anti-White shitlibopolis; the nature of the act was one that I had not encountered before in the wilds of any SWPLville.

A handful of posters promoting an anti-Trump protest march were taped to traffic light poles and other utility boxes near an outdoor cafe. As I watched with growing interest, five corn-fed and bearded White men wearing working class clothes and ear-to-ear shitlib-eating grins strode purposefully from one poster to the next, tearing them down and (respectfully) walking to a nearby garbage can to throw them out. As they performed their valuable public service, an effete, stoop-shouldered white manlet snarled at them from across the street. Even at twenty paces I could see the manlet’s curled lip quivering with menopausal rage.

The Fantastic Five noticed him too and, gathering together in a V-formation of happy force, triumphantly strutted across the street toward the iconic white liberal, whereupon they rudely impaled his personal space to remove the last anti-Trump poster that happened to be on the traffic pole situated at that corner right where he was standing and fuming. One of the Five swung in front of the manlet and made a dramatic show of crumpling the poster and tossing it into the garbage for a sweet three-point conversion.

The funniest outtake from this scene was the manlet’s utter enfeeblement in the face of an impudent provocation from his mortal enemies. Snarling from a distance, he was left speechless and catatonic when the Five entered his comfort zone; his inability to act on his suppressed rage a reminder of his low-T futility. I loved witnessing his libsnarl give way in slo-mo glory to a chin-tucked, downcast-eyed, beta male turtling once he realized the Five were heading his way to commit what he must have fantasized was unimaginable horrors against his nonblack body.

Nothing physical happened, this time, but something much worse occurred: the ouster of the shitlib from his position of power in the public space he considered his own, and his abject humiliation in the face of real resistance.

There’s fight left in White men. The time is coming, very soon now, when the paper tigress of shitliberalism is exposed on the vivisecting table, and unapologetic shitlords stream out of their bunkers armed to the teeth with the liberating knowledge that the passive-aggressive snarl is all their enemies bring to battle, and behind that snarl there’s nothing but cowardly submission.

Speaking of a White fire rising:

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A rare breed, two Pedowood shitlords, react to post-Wall harridan Meryl Streep’s anti-Trump self-aggrandizing harangue on stage. Look at the fire in Vince Vaughn’s and Mel Gibson’s eyes. These are men asking themselves, and the world, “Who bitch this is?”. They forge in the furnace of their unalloyed disgust a quiet and seething intolerance for the enemies of White men; a vengeance devised to settle the ultimate score — recapture of their homeland from degenerates within — percolates in their blood and radiates from their irises.

Look at those eyes brimming with righteous hatred closely, and multiply that look by millions, because that’s how many White men of the West feel the same way. And their numbers grow daily. White men are awakening to their planned and active dispossession by malevolent forces corrupting the creation of their ancestors. They see Meryl StreepThroat as another in a long line of preachy hypocritical reprobates shitting on their race and culture and values for fun and profit and the adulation of the elite bubble crowd. This rapidly coalescing army of normal White men and the White women who have not yet abandoned them for the wigger low life knows that attacks on Trump are proxy attacks on Whites. They know, too, that Meryl Creep gave a standing ovation for child-rapist Roman Polanski, and wonder who is she to lecture White Trump-supporters about decency?

Meryl HeatStreep, in the act of mendaciously regurgitating a media-generated fake news story about Trump mocking a disabled reporter, says “Disrespect invites disrespect”. White men of the West say to her, “Your cretinous ilk have been disrespecting core White America for generations. You just don’t like that now there’s return fire.”

And this time, anti-White shitlibs, the war won’t be fought with rhetorical BB shooters. The cucks are chastened, the silos opened, and the shiv-tipped nukes ready for launch.

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I say Swedish men, because anyone who places their bets on women as saviors of the West is a damnfool.

Reader RikF translates a comment from a Swedish online forum, discussing the self-inflicted migrant crisis.

I picked this up from the comments section in a Swedish forum (my translation to English):

“The violent phase has been initiated. He who is aggressive tests, again and again, the possibility for dominance. If he who has the position of authority cannot, will not or is unable to understand that this happens, he becomes whiped away – that goes for us humans as well as for dogs.

When response finally comes in the purpose of recreating the former position it will be viewed as unfair since it has taken so long, which also often means that he who tries to re-establish dominance settles for doing a half-assed job.

This provokes an even stronger violent response from the challenger and puts the defendant in a moral check mate if he has surrendered political stances as his conceptual ground – which we have done in Sweden. We have, seen as a whole, forgotten that victory counts, not how it is achieved. Or put in a way of a sportsman: all scores count.

I believe (i.e. know) that Sweden will not be able to manage this within the framework of a democratic system of government or even with democratic means. The question now is who becomes master and who becomes slave.

It will not be the marxist-feminists – they are too few, too coward and lack capacity and means for violence. Useful idiots, I think we call them. ”

Link:

http://genusdebatten.se/vansinne-22-dokumentaren-om-de-sociala-rattvisekrigarna/

Weak men create hard times. Ask yourselves, has the West fielded a weaker team of men at any point in history than what we have now? This is going to end in the overrun of the West by the barbarians, or (cuing “hard times create strong men”) a reaction so shockingly violent it’ll make an abattoir of Europe’s and America’s effete hipsterscape. Buckle up, 2016 will be a happy memory for shitlibs after 2017 is through with them.

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Courtesy of reader Hackett To Bits, a Christmastime favorite updated for the Year of Our God Emperor.

On the twelfth day of Christmas
my true Kek sent to me:
Twelve Illegals Fleeing
Eleven Pepes Scheming
Ten Shitlords Gaming
Nine Ladies Preening
Eight Chicks a Texting
Seven Vages Moistening
Six Babes I’m Laying
Five Screeching Cucks
Four Despondent Libs
Three Clintons Gone
Two Dindus Out
and a President-elect named Trump!

Merry Christmas!
MAGA!

Stay Frosty the Snowman, my friend. I think we’re all dreaming of a White Christmas.

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Over at Goodbye, America (in a photo), commenter Buh wins a freelance COTW for this insight to the nature of White women and how that knowledge can help White men keep their women within the beautifully unswarthed White fold.

Cut the welfare and you’ll stop subsidizing the outgroup indulgences of errant white women by cutting the ability of blacks to pay for them. This is similar disincentive for women to firing/divorce-nuking older men who have affairs with tasty 18 year old interns. When society punishes both with financial ruin sit back and watch the recessive white gene pool preserve itself in traditional marriages. No 1488 necessary. Of course that won’t alter the fornication market, but isn’t it about time young white men emulated the traits of their dusky competitors? Irrational self confidence, muscle mass, gang membership and assertiveness would serve them well compared to safe spaces and consent forms. Make white women barefoot and pregnant with white babies again.

I’m afraid Buh is right; this is where we are today, and if White men don’t rediscover their long-lost balls their women will continue leaving the reservation to get jacked up by googles. Everyone is drawn to the strong horse, but White women love the coolasfuck ZFG jerkhorse the most. It’s time to remind White women that the Age of Scalzis is over, and the new dawn has arrived: the Rule of Renegade White Men.

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Step back for a moment and marvel at all the knees bending before Trump has even taken office. Courtesy of shill, who bullet points the shit out of the glorious shitlordery following in the wake of Trump’s election win.

It’s been a fortnight since the election, and trump has already

1. gotten ford to keep their plants in america
2. intimidated apple into moving manufacturing to america
3. ruined the latest extolled faggy broadway play with a 140 character bitchslap on twitter
4. picked an old fashioned southern gentleman, sweet-tea drinking, nagger-hating lawyer to run the justice department
5. appointed steve bannon, a conservative nationalist in the european sense (versus some libertard/cuckservative/etc), as his top advisor
6. Driven the entire liberal hive to stuttering apoplexy to the point where they need to pet therapy dogs to ameliorate their anxiety attacks

And he hasn’t even been inaugurated.

I want to know. I’ve had a big indelible intransigent smirk on my face for the past 2 weeks, but… will we honestly get tired of winning?

If suffering through eight years of compassionate cuckservative W and eight years of anti-White spitemeister Gay Mulatto was the price to pay to enjoy even one week of Trumperica taking the media, cucks, and shitlibs to the wood chipper, then mein gott it was worth the price. All that’s left to wonder is whether my shitjoy, multiplied and magnified by eight more years of The Trumpening, will leave me any dopaminergic room to equally appreciate competing pleasures, such as five hour sexathons with HB9s or defunding NPR*.

*Leftoids control the vertical and horizontal of information gateways. Cons have argued for a long time that the solution to NPR’s egregiously mendacious leftwing bias is to inject more uncucked cons into their line-up, but when has that happened? Still tapping foot….

No, the solution is defunding. Let the shitlibs wail (their peals of pain are its own reward) and then counter with a mercy offer to refund contingent on the creation of a new board balanced with shitlords.

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