Spotted In [SWPL Sanctuary City]

A fey White hipster wearing a t-shirt that read “Blend out the world”.

My suspicion could be wrong; it could be the name of a band. But, I bet the t-shirt is a gamma ray explosion of antiracism virtue signaling intended to extol the benefits of blending away the divine White genetic lineage in a yolocaust of #WhiteGenocide miscegenation.

More generously, the t-shirt’s self-immolation slogan could be interpreted as a passive, backhanded insult to the world’s nonWhites, insofar as it implies the blending out of Whites would entail, conceptually if not arithmetically, the blending out of nonWhite races and cultures. And there’s nothing antiracist about a less than full-throated admiration for the world’s nonWhite cultures and commitment to their numerical dominance over the whole of the earth, subversive Millennial Manlet!

But no, I think the guy was just a garden variety hipster bitchboy who thought he could score some ass – male or female – with his edgelord anti-White-itude.

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Spot The Cuck

Background. The story is nominally about Germans “adopting” Syrian refugees into their homes, but in reality it’s about German women with the thousand cock stare welcoming Syrian schlong into their godless holes and effeminate German betas sitting legs-crossed in the corner pretending to be oblivious to their literal cuckolding. I mean, look at the mischievous smile and crazy eyes on this woman. She’s got that lit-up face that says this might be the first time in her life she’s felt excited thinking about getting fucked through the floor boards.

As for the kraut cuck, he’s looking into the middle distance trying to beat back the bad thoughts creeping up on him with happy thoughts of all the unctuous flattery he anticipates from his pozzed social circle.

Germany: seventy years to go from sheisselord fearsome to scrotally fallow. What a ride.

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For a migrant from a war-torn hellscape, that Syrian looks surprisingly well-fed and robust. Not at all like the half-starved and frightened widows and orphans president Butt Naked claimed filled the ranks of these refugees.

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A Message To Frenchmen: Hate Is As Natural As Love

This is so sad, but not for the reasons ankle-biters think. A Frenchmanlet (you’ll understand the appellation in a minute), lost his wife, a fetching White woman, to the Muslim murderers in Paris, and now raises his infant son alone. He has what he imagines is a dispiriting message for his wife’s killers.

Dear beta males afraid to hate,

CH has a message for you that I hope will stir as many hearts as your message has lulled to sleep:

There is no virtue in denying your hatred of those that would kill you and yours. Cowardly shirking mincing mewling faggot shitlibs think your high-mindedness and your determination, or stupidity, to “not cast a distrustful eye to your fellow [Muslim] citizens” is the stuff of true heroism.

But it’s not. Hate is the yang to love’s yin. Your refusal to allow a healthy hate to course through you, and enliven your spirit to action, is surrender. It is retreat from a vital emotion that, when welcomed as circumstances require, will motivate a man to protect his family, his friends, his countrymen.

Maybe that’s the cause of your descent into hollow calls for impassive stoicism in the face of grave threat from outsiders.

There are no White countrymen with a sense of shared heritage worth preserving in the West anymore. Diversity™ saw to that. And there are no White families anymore. Diversity™ is seeing to that, as well, as native birth rates plummet in reaction to the loss of public space. We have our friends, but they disappear behind blue screens and shut-in lives enabled by internet delivery services. So what is there to protect, besides one’s moral posturing? If all you have is desolate ego validation from faceless, deracinated defeatists on social media, then it follows naturally to throw the memory of your pretty wife under the bus for the reward of the one thing that matters anymore in your shattering world… your grandiloquent moral rectitude.

Necessity is the mother of rationalization.

Refusing to hate murderous aliens in your midst who laugh at your haughty self-righteousness as they draw the knife across your throat is not noble

not heroic

not admirable

not morally superior.

It is the payment of meekness for comfort. Of weak-minded shibboleth for solace. Of saccharine platitude for avoidance of conflict.

White European Man, this is, if you’ll pardon the pun, your Darkest Hour. If there is a light at the end of this tunnel, it recedes to a pinpoint, flickering and threatening to extinguish… or to explode suddenly at its densest gravitational collapse, like a supernova, flooding your eyes and your conscience with the true nature of the war being waged against you.

La haine est aussi naturel que l’amour.

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PA explores an angle that has bothered me, too. What was this Frenchmanlet’s wife doing at a death metal disco? Without him, presumably?

I don’t know anything about that man’s marriage but I can say with confidence that most Western men have never known the love of a woman because most Western women’s capacity for love is strangled early and often. In this case, his wife, an ageing mother, died at a disco. How do you love a woman who does not submit herself to you?

Did that French man ever sit on his couch sipping his favorite poison, while she curled up on the floor and snuggled up to his feet? Do you miss a woman who never showed you, with every gram of her devotion, that you own her fully?

If she did that, how would you mourn a woman like that? Would you go mad with sorrow? Would you coldly plot something that would land you in hell except for God’s mercy in this particular case?

She is gone. I don’t know what his wife was like and how he felt about her before she died. But he has a small child, to whom he can’t explain that mama is never coming back.

A wife and mother in her 30s spending her leisure time head-banging at da club, while beta hubby and infant child wait for her at home, is a powerful symbol of Western White decline. The message has to get out, otherwise White women will head-bang their way into race oblivion, and ultimately fulfill the White race cuckoldry fantasies of the degenerate reptile mafia.

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White Male Pussy Of The Month Shows Advanced Symptoms Of Psychological Projection

Our latest White Male Pussy Of The Month “winner” is Stephan Richter, the race cuck who wrote a Salon article (that’s enough to go on right there).

Emasculated white men love Donald Trump: The real reason a billionaire bozo rules the GOP

“I wrote this while sitting on a zucchini.”

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Trump’s Fiercest Enemies Are On The “””Right”””

Know a man by his enemies. If the GOP cuckservatives… and they appear to be legion, a limitless supply of them tepidly squirting off the ball-gag assembly line… devoted half as much energy and righteousness against their putative foes, the Democrats, as they do trying to stump the Trump, they might actually win a national election again.

But they won’t, because the truth is that the establishment right is just as liberal, in outlook and acquired lifestyle, as the equalist left, the only difference between them resolving somewhere in the former’s eagerness to bomb globocorporate democracy into the heart of middle eastern shitholes.

Trump is a populist, tapping a deep vein of white middle class unease that has been dangerously repressed by sixty years of Hivemind thought policing. This is why he is WINNING and this is why the Legacy Right is now, in the full clarity of legitimate opposition, showing their true colors: vagina pink.

Which brings us to this edition of White Male Pussy of the Month. Behold, The Ultimate Cuck, Ken Gardner:

The best response to nauseating Cuck Dolls like Ken is that old Game stand-by, Agree&Amplify:

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A commenter sees that Trump is locking down the female vote.

Have you seen this list of the top 5 questions Google users search for relating to each candidate?

https://www.google.com/trends/story/c5c95ce9-6b74-4939-b112-57e405ef0109

Trump’s are hilarious. They read like list of questions women would ask him on a first date:

1) How old is Donald Trump?
2) How tall is Donald Trump?
3) What is Donald Trump’s net worth?
4) Is Donald Trump married?
5) Who is Donald Trump?

Game, recognized?

How I imagine The Trumpening would answer each of those questions, were they posed to him directly.

1. “Younger than Hillary.”
2. “Tall. Very tall. You guys believe in the gene thing?”
3. “10 billion.”
4. “Yes. Marriage is great. I love marriage so much I did it three times. Couldn’t get enough.”
5. “The Gom Jabbar. Crisis and observation.”

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A whiny Narrative gatekeeper who learned his craft throwing open the gates to his anus tut-tuts Trump for his use of the term “anchor baby”. Trump responds with Trumpian alphatude.

And some people still wonder why Trump is leading in the polls. Hey, here’s a thought… maybe Americans are sick and tired of mincing faggots?

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Starcucks And The Manlet Manifesto: #AbaseTogether

I’ve thought about writing a “Manlet Manifesto” satire to capture the mitegeist of 2015 America, but I kept coming across real world accidental examples that couldn’t be topped. Then, this dropped in the combox.

Corey duBrowa (check its smug neopuritan face) is the Starbucks SVP of Communications responsible for spearheading the “Race Together” initiative, which asked Starbucks baristas “to write ‘Race Together’ on coffee cups as an invitation to talk about race with customers.”

A national, commercialized dialogue on race! Tomato Certified Fresh. These “””race dialogues””” are never two-way. James Watson tried to have a national dialogue about race and he was meta-killed for it. Eric “brown paper bag” Holder requested a national dialogue on race, and then answered the call by demonizing and hounding innocent whites living in vibrant Ferguson, until the whole place burned to the ground and white blood was spilled.

I don’t know how reading “race together” on my coffee cup is supposed to open a dialogue. “Hey thanks for the grande anti-racism. You know, this really gets me thinking. White men are the worst! Amirite?”

Nor is this campaign very informative about the substance of any ensuing dialogue prompted by an Implicit Bias Flat White. “Race together” could mean “race together to cure the disproportionate black-on-white rape rate”, or it could mean “Race together to a liberal white gated community for a higher quality of life”. Maybe it’s “Race together, but the fucking Kenyan is still gonna win.”

I do know that this leftoid gimmick, and the thousands of others like it, is pure anti-white propaganda with the sole purpose of humiliating whites, and particularly white men, in the homeland of their ancestors. Occupied America, indeed.

The fact that GoodWhites are at the helm of this anti-racism evil, using nonwhite pawns as artillery against BadWhites, tells us that the long-running white intra-ethnic war isn’t out of gas yet. In fact, it seems to be heating up.

Anyhow, all this is prelude to an id fart by duBrowa that encapsulates the mentality of white leftoids. I’ll reprint it here, and call it the Manlet Manifesto, because you’ve gotta read it in full to appreciate the whiny, faggoty, mewling majesty.

Why I deleted my Twitter account, and why I’m back.

Last night, around midnight, I deleted my Twitter account. I also blocked a handful of Twitter users — given the hostile nature of what I was seeing, it felt like the right thing to do. I’ve been a dedicated — some might say obsessive — Twitter user for nearly seven years and as a professional communicator, Twitter has proven to be a valuable tool for me to interact with my professional community, with media, on behalf of Starbucks, as well as “on behalf of me.”

But last night I felt personally attacked in a cascade of negativity.

“I felt personally attacked in a cascade of negativity.” This is a contender for most Millennial shitlib phrase ever. It’s right up there with “Here’s why that’s a problem.” duBrowa is not from the Millennial generation, but apparently the tug of Millennial solipsism is so strong it corrupts two or three preceding generations.

I got overwhelmed by the volume and tenor of the discussion, and I reacted.

I first read that as “terror of the discussion”. A reasonable mistake.

Most of all, I was concerned about becoming a distraction from the respectful conversation around Race Together that we have been trying to create. To be clear, Race Together isn’t about me, it’s about we: and having heard first-hand the number of stories our partners (at Starbucks we call our employees “partners”)

So precious. God forbid this suited up SVP making 100X the typical barista acknowledge that a hierarchy exists. As long as the peons swallow this ego-assuaging slop, it’s all good.

shared with us in the open forums of the past few months, I have thought long and hard about the passion, concerns and painful experiences our people across the country have endured, and wanting to make sure they felt supported by their company.

So no matter how ugly the discussion has been since I shut my account down,

Paging Dr Stephen J Krune… Stephen J Krune to the hate phone…

I’m reaffirming my belief in the power of meaningful, civil, thoughtful, respectful open conversation — on Twitter and everywhere else. I believe in it personally, and Starbucks believes in it at the core of our company’s values. It’s this belief that led us to host a series of open forums with our partners in some of the communities most affected by the recent flareups of racial tension across the country. In those meetings, we heard loud and clear that we, as a company, have an opportunity to engage on this topic, no matter how difficult. You can learn more about those meetings, and about what Starbucks is doing, here: http://news.starbucks.com/news/race-together-conversation-has-the-power-to-change-hearts-and-minds.

I’m going to do the same. I’m only one guy,

Fucking grown man using the androgynizing term “guy” to describe himself. I bet he had a fright when his first nut descended.

and I do actually sleep occasionally (and definitely needed to last night), but I personally will answer the challenge to participate where it’s uncomfortable, and to do so with integrity, openness, and empathy.

Do blacks patronize Starcucks in significant numbers? What is the point of this exercise if most of the customers and Starcucks “partners” are white SWPLs, hipsters, and yuppies? Rhetorical.

Who knows if duBrowa actually believes his own horseshit. My guess is, he does, enough to stain his character. The ulterior motivation is the fear that Starcucks and other big companies with deep pockets and SJW fanbases will be a target of the next Anti-Racism Inquisition coming to their boardrooms, and demanding witches to burn and Danegeld to pay. This shit is starting to get expensive. And companies are starting to figure out that loading up their “partnerships” with diversity dross is bad business and bad for the bottom line. Maybe, they think, the best thing to do is throw a preemptive bone to the rabble to distract them while the company continues hiring competent nonvibrants unobstructed.

Hearteningly, even the white SWPL hipsters have their self-abnegation limits. They’re finding their balls and fucking around with corporate. For example, from the #NewStarbucksDrinks hashtag: “Some of my best friends are black coffee.”

Corey duBrowa, congratulations! Not only have you penned the Manlet Manifesto, you are our White Male Pussy Of The Month! The trophy is a giant black strap-on. May you feel a cold spike of fear every time your… er, wife?… uses it on you.

PS The opportunities for trolling #RaceTogether are endless. CH is starting an initiative called #HateTogether. CH will post videos, pics and audios submitted by readers who trolled the last speck of testosterone out of Starcucks. Send in your small part to open the sort of national dialogue that makes the Hivemind shit its diapers.

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White Male Pussy Of The Month: Anderson Cooper

Anderson Cooper enjoys a gleeful moment of white ethnomasochism when he happily discovers a slave murdered one of his ancestors.

No further comment. The sickness is self-evident.

UPDATE

Ok, maybe some further comment. To head off the inevitable haters and short bus slopeheads, the “sickness” to which I refer isn’t the anti-slavery posturing; it’s the preening eagerness that Cooper brings to learning about his blood ancestor being killed by one of the slaves.

A non-pussy white man with a set of working stones, upon hearing the same news, would react more like this:

“Hm. How about that. Well, I’m conflicted. Not too happy about the slavery thing, but I’m not going to sit here and crow about one of my own blood getting brutally murdered, whether his killer was slave or not, just to act all sanctimonious for liberal whites and TV ratings. So, I’m glad they hanged his killer.”

Is it really so hard for pussy white male leftoids to MAN UP a little? Must be genetic.

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