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Les Saunders, Protestant swoops in to take the Comment of the Week with a vivid portrait of the Globalist Girl.

As I was doing my rounds today, something made me think about a girl, an intern that is, whom I had under my supervision a few years back.  The more I reflected on it, I came to the conclusion that she was (or still is, if her Twitter feed is anything to go by), the prototypical Globalist Girl (or Globohomoist Girl in this rampart of truth we call le Château) for she, like so many other young women I’m crossing paths with these days, lives and embodies the Globalist “spirit” or “ideal.”

This girl was attractive, I will give her that (and probably in part why she bobbed up from sub-conscious today), with a great body.  She was mixed race; White and some other indeterminate origin.  Being a Strong, Empowered, Woman, she landed a somewhat coveted paid internship in my organization while in the process of collecting a worthless degree in international relations/comparative politicks, a degree which, autrefois, might’ve had some caché, if not now for the saturation of such degrees being doled out, but is imperative for our upcoming cadre of Globalists.  At 24, she’s now more well-traveled than most people in our parents’ (boomers) generation, and certainly visited more countries than I had at that point in life.  Conference here, workshop there. Semester in some European capital, co-op in Asia, girls’ trip to Latin America, none of which incurring any personal expense to her, with either the university, the state, some organization, or even daddy picking up the tabs along the way.  Then flitting about from one short-term job to the next, always looking for the more exciting, unique thing. Not unlike their approach to men, either.

While being passionate about Global Warming, Social Justice, Fair Trade, and Feminism, you couldn’t miss her in the latest brands, the newest iPhag, the hippest overpriced restaurant, whilst clutching a Starbucks and retweeting Important Serious Articles by Soros, the Cuckonomist, Buzzfeed, and Justine Trudope.  Everything is “amazing” or “problematic”, the wage gap must be closed, #refugeesarewelcome, and abortions must be readily available.

Globalist Girls are in every Western country, they are forming sizeable majorities on university campuses, they are landing the internships, they are entering the institutions and companies, and they are voting away the freedom, prosperity, and culture which took us centuries to achieve.  The globe-trotting, the university indoctrination, and the alacrity with which they pursue globalist dreams has left them with allegiance to no country, no people, and certainly no race (and perhaps no man?)

Speaking of men, I also maintain that there is no Globalist Boy/Man equivalent to Globalist Girl and this, like so many of Globalism’s soulless programs and ancillary projects, is entirely by design.  Globalism, like previous Marxist programmes before it, needs foot soldiers – the useful idiots – to carry out its machinations. Soros and Zuckerberg can’t do it alone from their bunkers.  And women, being easily manipulated with feels campaigns, are just the ones to do it.

Globalist Girl is the canary in the coal-burner, a harbinger of the civilization-wrecking horror that’s coming down the pike. That was a keen observation of our shrikegeist by LS, P. Globalist Girl, you have inspired me (once again) to song.

Globalist Girl

Well she was a Globalist girl
Raised on Facebook Likes
She couldn’t stop screwing her way
Through a dreary nightlife
Snapchatted
After all it was a safe sex world
With lots of cafes to drink at
Yeah, and if she had to raw
Dog it, she had one conception
She would never keep

Oh yeah, all right
Take a selfie baby
Fake a pose all night
She was a Globalist girl

Well Harry Potter gifs make her night
She sat alone in her cubicle
Yeah she could hear her eggs go dry
Out of love for anyone
Hashtag: Marriage out of reach
And for one desperate Tinder match
She swiped right on a PUA
God it’s so shameful
Grad school and three dose
Xanax Salon and Buzzfeed

Oh yeah, all right
Charge your sex toy baby
Check your phone all night
She was a Globalist girl

#GlobalistGirl

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Video footage caught Maine Democreeps cheering the rise in suicides among White men.

For anyone living in a cave the past few years who might not understand the depth of anti-White hatred to which the Demokreep Klown Kollective has sunk, now you see the chameleonic enemy in its uncamouflaged malevolence.

After saying the Democrats need to encourage more “young people” and “women” to join their party, Fochtmann said: “Today, you know, I saw a thing that said a lot of men, white men, are committing suicide. I almost thought, ‘yeah, great!'”

“almost”? Don’t sell your hate short, Fuckedman.

The crowd burst into laughter.

Listen to it. That wasn’t nervous laughter. It was the chortling of bloodthirsty vampires.

“Then I thought about it little more, and I thought maybe I shouldn’t say that out in public,” he said.

The anti-White equalist leftoids are feeling emboldened to air their hatred openly and remorselessly, helped along by a complicit media and demagogic Dem pols like Pelosi and Waters and cucks like McCain. They have become Chutzpah, destroyer of citizenism.

The Daily Caller asked Fochtmann to explain his comment:

Fochtmann told The Daily Caller “a joke’s a joke isn’t it?”

You weren’t joking, fuckermann.

“I’m a white male.

How convenient.

I’m an old man,

The “old man” card. If your age is an excuse for every murderous fantasy you indulge, then maybe it’s time you consider the early self-deliverance option. Otherwise, WAYSA?

and I’m appalled by what’s happening to a lot of people my age, and their either lack of morality or whatever it is,” he continued.

Whereas your morality shines through like a Mosaic commandment.

“There’s no big protest going on about [the Trump] administration.”

There will be a big protest in your backyard soon, if this story catches fire and loosens even the Leftstream Media’s information choke hold.

“It’s anathema to me. I hear a lot of people out there espousing things about being good Christians, being patriots and what not. We just read different history books. Different Bible, everything.”

Old Testament man.

“I don’t really know what to say,” Fochtmann conceded.

Missing a clause: “I don’t really know what to say….that would make me come out smelling like a rose and my White enemies burnt to a crisp on a pyre.”

“I thought the point of the joke is that it won’t be long, and that this won’t be a majority white nation, and I think that’s a good thing.”

Your anti-White genocidal intention is noted for the record, Fochtmann. Best pray you have enough old man wisdom to silence your Old Testament man chutzpah during the dangerous interim between your premature gloating and the completion of your beloved demographic displacement-of-Whites-via-open-borders-and-suicidal-despair.

“I think it’s about time Americans come to terms with we are a melting pot,” he clarified.

Does that melting pot come alloyed with the blown out brains and meth-stopped hearts of millions of White men and women?

“We’ve been calling ourselves a melting pot forever and ever and ever.”

If you have to repeat it ad nauseam, then maybe it isn’t the natural state of affairs.

“So there you are, you know, one of these days we’ll be a big melting pot stew and it won’t predominantly be white people, and that’s ok with me.”

So there we have the mission statement of the Murderous Left: They won’t be able to achieve Diversitopia with White men gumming up the gears. Whites will have to be dealt with, and since we’re not (yet) at the shooting stage of this war the weapon of choice for the Equalism Dehumanists is mass Dirt World immigration and the killer depression it carries in its silty wake as it washes like a shitnami over the receding Whiteness of Heritage America.

If that’s the case, why do you choose to live in the second whitest state in the union?

Good question. As a matter of course, shitlib hypocrisy is so blatant that I coined a word to describe it: Libocrisy. I really need to get going on that Libocrite Watch List post I’ve been meaning to do. You can’t hide from neighborhood demographic data, gentrified-community libfruits!

FYI, here’s a photo of former Maine Senatorial candidate Richard Fochtmann:

Hm. What do you guys think? Physiognomy is real, or (((physiognomy israel)))?

The goal is to make it costly for these anti-White signaling fatbags to continue mouthing off about the blessings of an inevitable White minority America: Politically costly, socially costly, and occupationally costly. Do to the Left what the Left has been doing to Heritage America for sixty-plus years. Coax these fuckers outta their rat holes and shame them in the public square. We won’t rid ourselves of this evil, but we can arrange our society so that the fochtmanns of the West have only the company of their padded cells and gloomy bedrooms willing to entertain their genocidal fantasies.

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Black Hole Soul

In their eyes, genocide
In disguises chosenite
Hides the hate, lies the snake
And a soul as black as slate
Boiling frog, Whites object
‘Neath the tact the soul looks dead
Call their name through the ruse
And you’ll hear them claim virtue

Black hole soul
Now we know
You wish upon us pain
Black hole soul
Now we know
Now we know (now we know)

Sophistry, lies and craft
Fool the hearts of the goyim
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes
In my land, a stalking leech
And our youth awakening
Blood and soil here to stay
No one gulled like that anymore

Black hole soul
Now we know
You wish upon us pain
Black hole soul
Now we know
Now we know

Black hole soul
Now we know
You wish upon us pain
Black hole soul
Now we know
Now we know
(black hole soul)
(black hole soul)
Now we know
(black hole soul)
(black hole soul)
Now we know
(black hole soul)
(black hole soul)
Now we know
(black hole soul)
(black hole soul)

Lift my head, fight my fear
Till my home is free and clear

Black hole soul
Now we know
You wish upon us pain
Black hole soul
Now we know
Now we know
Black hole soul
Now we know
You wish upon us pain
Black hole soul
Now we know
Now we know
(black hole soul)
(black hole soul)
(repeat)

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I was having a foreplay-slicking conversation with a talented shivlady about the Scandinavians. (She called them the Ikeans.) She wondered how the Scandis went from savage warrior Vikings and continent conquerors to the weeping pussies they are today. I told her it is one of the world’s greatest mysteries, then explained to her the Cycle of Strife.

Basically, I said, the warrior blood gets washed out after many generations of losing the strongest men to attrition on their rape and pillage high adventures. This leaves the gene pool full of the tepid seed of weaker men, the ones who stayed behind to help raise the children of the warriors when they went off to claim new lands. A new, more compliant, people is born on the home front. Civilization needs these domesticated men. All our modern conveniences — a CH reader says that nearly every invention of the 20th Century occurred in a 300 mile radius around Chicago, which is the settlement of the German and Ikean diaspora — are the result of tamed men cooperating toward the goal of easing the burdens of life, especially those burdens that fall most heavily on the women.

But domesticated men have a fatal flaw: they build civilization only to surrender control of it when comfort and prosperity, and haranguing by their social justice ladyfolk, lull them into a defenseless stupor. Weak, domesticated men like the modern Scandinavians are doomed to roll over to foreign invaders and their single White women sponsors. Then their blood is washed out, and into the vacuum the warriors rise again, reclaiming their homeland, crushing the invaders, and putting their silly women to heel. The Cycle of Strife. It is required.

It’s the cycle of strife
and it kills us all
through phony virtue
through hugs and tropes
till we find our place
overrun with ISIS
in the cycle
the cycle of strife

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This is an entertaining and topical remix of an old classic.

Artist: CHAD Prather.

The Chad Alliance is real.

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swastikashitlord

Well, you can tell by the way my celtic cross
Is a white beacon: makes shitlibs balk
White man proud and women crowd, I’ve been demonized
Since I was born
And now it’s all White, it’s okay
The browns may finally go away
We can try to understand
The New York Times’ effect on man

Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
You’re stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Feel the nation breakin’ and everybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Wow, just, wow, wow, stayin’ all White

Well now, I get woke and cucks will cry
And if libs are triggered, I really smile
Got the genes of Odin in my soul
I’m a Bronze Age man and my heart is swole
You know it’s all White, it’s okay
The White race will survive this day
We can try to interpret
The Bezos shills’ effect on kek

Whether you’re a nazi or whether you’re a pepe
You’re stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Feel the nation breakin’ and everybody quakin’
And we’re stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
El, oh, el, oh, stayin’ all White

Strife goin’ nowhere
Diversity bleeds
Diversity bleeds
yeah

Strife goin’ nowhere
Until we’re all White
again….
Stayin’ all White

Well, you can tell by the way my max deadlift
Is a call to arms: weak manlets miffed
White and proud and girls aroused, my homelands are
a precious gift
And now it’s all White, it’s okay
(((Echoes))) kvetch the night and day
We can try to understand
The anti-Christ is Davos man

Whether you’re a SWPL or whether you’re a shitlord
You’re stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Feel the nation breakin’ and everybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
I, can’t, e-ven, stayin’ all White

Strife goin’ nowhere
Diversity bleeds
Diversity bleeds
yeah

Strife goin’ nowhere
Until we’re all White
again….
Stayin’ all White

In times of great anti-White lies, it’s coolasfuck to be assertively, unapologetically White.

shitlordarousedshitlordadmired

Women want you, men want to be you.

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This is what happens to childless women when they get old and their wombs turn to dust.

A song is in order to pay tribute to Sarah Silverman’s call for a military coup. Sing along, why don’t you!

Dust in the Womb

(first stanza courtesy of Twatter contributor @DrGarnicus)

I froze my eggs only for a moment, and the moment’s gone
All my queefs pass before my thighs, a curiosity

Dust in the womb, all my eggs are dust in the womb

Same old womb, just a drop of semen and dead ovaries
All you screw finds no fertile ground, except a wizard sleeve

Dust in the womb, all eggs gone to dust in the womb

Now, don’t bang on, cats cannot recover a womb left to die
Eggs slip away, and all your crying won’t a single child buy

Dust in the womb, all you are is dust in the womb (all you are is dust in the womb)
Dust in the womb (every skank has dust for a womb), infertility of the womb (dead womb)

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Reader Mister Bicks digs up a very old tune (originally written in 1917!) with a message that’s more honest than you’ll hear from any singer today.

Thinking about your assertion that looks aren’t as important as charisma (for lack of a better word at the moment), I think of a great song The Andrews Sisters called “Oh Johnny” (written in 1917). Please read the lyrics, noting especially that in the song, even though Johnny is NOT handsome, the girl wonders why she is so infatuated with him. Well, it’s because he’s “very very bad” and he knows about love.

People back then knew well what we try to avoid today.

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Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny!
How you can love
Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny!
Heavens above
You make my sad heart jump with joy
And when you’re near I just can’t sit still a minute
I’m so, Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny!
Please tell me dear
What makes me love you so?
You’re not handsome, it’s true
But when I look at you
I just, Oh, Johnny!
Oh, Johnny! Oh!
Da-da-da

All the girls are crazy for a certain little lad
Although he’s very very bad
He could be oh so good if he wanted to
Bad or good he understood about love & other things
For every girl in town followed him around
Just to hold his hand & sing

Americans, and women in particular, from a century ago were a lot more aware of, or at least a lot less antagonistic towards, ugly truths about the sexes and romance. It seems as if there was this pre-post-America age when Realtalk™ wasn’t a rebellious act of defiance but a normal, gentle undercurrent governing the flow of human society.

The explanation for this is multivariate, but I’ll stick to one that I believe is a major contributing factor that doesn’t involve an endless stream of propaganda by the gynocratic hivemind: American women were more “red pill” a long time ago because their contemporaneous American men were less beta. When men are alpha and in control of their nation’s public spaces and curators of their nation’s heritage, they’re giving women more of what women want (whether they’re consciously aware of it or not). Women in that kind of sexual market have daily reminders of how admirable and yes even sexy men can be, as opposed to Thee Current Year when American women are getting daily reminders of how contemptible, effeminate and anhedonic their men have become.

Women (and men) have forgotten about sex differences partly because the sexes have shed their dimorphic sexuality to conform to a unisex amorphous androgynous blob of mood-killing homoplasm. Women are now the aggressors and men the deferential lapdogs. Our cultural messages reflect this sorry sexual devolution and, not coincidentally, our native stock birthrate plummets as we import less progressive barbarians to fill the womb void.

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