Joe Masgai was my 'shelter half' buddy during my 17th Airborne basic training at Camp Picket, VA. He had a weekend pass which allowed him to go home where he wanted "to surprise his wife." As the fates often do with our best laid plans, it was Joe who was surprised. He found his wife in bed with a stud which apparently stopped by for coffee. Joe, who always reminded me of Bob Mitchum the actor, simply packed his wife's suitcases, placed them in the driveway and directed her to get her eating where she was getting her screwing. (Of course, the brave pussy stuffer had long fled the scene.) Most of the boys in our barracks thought that he should have shot both of them – a perfectly sensible and laudable thing to do and, in a sane society, would have been permitted.
It is rank stupidity, or brainless wishful thinking, to assume that a man should be always under total emotional control. (Hate is what drives some to perform absolutely astounding feats.) Wimps are of course rewarded today and men with guts are being emotionally castrated by laws which do not benefit the male one bit. Thus, we are under the severe restriction that, no matter what a woman does, it never warrants a 'belt in the mouth." She can lie, whore around, neglect and pervert your children, squander your money, interfere with your work, and who knows what, but to raise your voice in protest constitutes "verbal abuse" and if you happened to kick her ass so hard she'd be wearing it for a hat, you'd end up in the slammer and be socially scolded for being a naughty boy. Women, like all so-called minorities in this land are always – by definition – blameless.
Although I never had one among my sisters, mother, aunts, and such, there are women who absolutely deserve to be tossed into a tar pit and the best a man can do is to spot them in advance, and no matter what, keep his distance. Women who have complained about physical abuse from a husband either have provoked it or are genuine poor judges of character. Women, like little children, often do naughty and intentional things just to see if they will be 'spanked'. If a man fails in this, she will become one nasty bitch as a result of his weakness. A good spanking is now prohibited in this pig sty of a society, thus a man has only the choice of leaving and this, I suspect, might be a reason why young men prefer not to get married since the legal strings would involve his earnings. There must be millions of men who are paying alimony so that his estranged won't starve while she is humping the next sucker.
To many women, getting laid is the focus of their life and they gladly suffer abuse in order to secure it. The radio news just revealed that a woman, who had a restraining order – relative to physical abuse – against her partner in fornication, was stabbed to death by that same person. It seemed that the crotch urge was so great that she actually allowed him back into her bed. Of course, he was of the same mold as like always seeks like.
The examples are plentiful and the male can keep his problems to a minimum by being honest with himself as to his "breaking point." He must know himself and who he is. Being 'tolerant' of the assaults upon your being is not a virtue. It is a vice and the enemies of the male are doing their best to brainwash him into believing he needs "counseling", "sensitivity training", and that sort of thing, if certain episodes 'upset him' to the point of physical reaction. If they cannot reduce men to helpless psychological cripples by indoctrination or the offering of 'goodies' (the woman's favorite is 'nooky' where she wins doubly), then laws will be manufactured – as they now are – which will provide the desired chains. (Many of our legislators are not men in the true sense but cowards who hate other males for being what they are not. These are the allies of women who hate men also – the kind who gets elected to office.)
It's a tough road to walk. When maleness disappears, there won't be much left except hordes of uncontrollable, flaky brats and useless, unhappy female twats plus subservient males who gave up their natural role of leader which required a struggle they no longer had the fortitude to continue. As an aside, if one is interested in having a 'leader' or advisor, then he should make sure that that person has "balls" in the all senses of the word. Otherwise, it's buyer beware.
Hillary bellowed that the contest was "unfair" since Marvin could not reach the lowest limb. The committee responsible for the affair went into council. They worried and scratched and scratched and worried. Coming up with nothing, they then divined the meaning of a certain shape of squirrel dung and decided that Marvin should also be fitted with stilts.
Janet opened her mouth issuing a sharp crack and said that it still wasn't fair since Rastus only had one hand. The all-male committee rendered yet another rule since they didn't want to irritate the women and thus risk getting 'shut off'. Henceforth all contestants must pick cherries with one hand tied behind their backs.
"But," cracked the mouth of the sharp-cracked Madelaine, "Rastus is still shorter than the others and he should also be fitted with stilts."
"We don't have enough stilts for everyone so I think it's best that we require Simon to pick cherries while on his knees," said George who often wondered why his wife only had headaches after they went to bed.
Even on his knees, Simon could still out-reach his competitors. Janet, her lips starting to get moist when she caught view of a succulent young lass of 16, suggested that Simon be fitted with a restraining device so that his arm could not be fully extended.
All of the women, with their sharp cracks, smiled and thought the "fair" contest should now begin but were interrupted by another female, Elton John – a rather unusual woman for she had a pair of testicles – who thought that Simon, a blue-collar worker, might be better able to pull on the cherries due to his coarse finger skin texture. Thus, an engineer was brought in to use his durometer for the testing of finger hardness. The result was that all were now required to wear gloves since finger 'equality' didn't show up as wished for.
Dropping his Penthouse magazine, in order to zip up his fly, the chairman yelled, "We do not have any gloves."
"I won't use gloves. Not even on my tongue," mumbled Elton.
"No problem," yelled Hyman, "I can sell you some at a wholesale price. That's how generous I am." Thereupon he opened the rear of his van where his un-circumcised daughter was busy cutting the "made in China" tags from the gloves.
High on overlooking branches, one crow said to the other, "Look at those silly bastards. The cherries are rotting and they are all trying to modify reality to their silly liking."
"What else could you expect from a gaggle of American Marxists?", announced the other crow, "I'll race you to the cherries and may the best bird win!"
"Look at those two crows above," cried Hillary, still debating with herself over the size of the cigars she was going to buy for Billy Boy, "One of them can fly faster than the other."
"That's not fair," cracked Madelaine as she cell-phoned an order to exterminate more civilians in Serbia..
"I'll fix those black heretics," belched Janet, wondering if she had made a racist remark, "they'll shape up after they get a taste of my tanks, flame throwers and gas!"
Madelaine instantly went into an orgiastic fit at the thought of killing more non-kosher lifeforms so none heard her shout "Gas? Vot gas?"
"Velly dangerous, "whispered Ming, "Woman standing on head have crack up."
It started to rain and dusk was falling. The contest was called off and in fairness each contestant was given a trophy, a $100 bill and a swatch from one of Monica's discarded undergarments. That's only fair.
The termites grin and chew and grin. A grain here and a grain there and little by little they move unopposed.
I wrote in 1964 (Crystal Ball), that 'our' government would shove blacks down our throats until we stopped yelping about it. Then, according to plan, they'd open the gates to the not-so-black people which the public would then accept because "at least they aren't black." Imposed tyranny, when not the result of brutal conquest, always has the female as a vector. Most households are now controlled by women and they fall prey to any claptrap which involves "saving the children." As any old Indian fighter knew, nits grow up to be lice. When you make the kiddies off limits, what better way is there for an invading army to establish itself without a fight?
The projection is clear once one knows the intended goal – the destruction of the White race. If you can't get the fellow to commit suicide, then perhaps you could bribe him in a covert way. Get his women to sell him out – as hundreds of thousands already have – and above all, don't take out too large a bite at any one time. Interracial marriage will be promoted but still many will not succumb. That's the time for cash "incentives" to produce mongrels. Even now, if one chooses to go into business with a Black as a partner, massive ZOG aid is available for the taking. When all has been tried, and there are still holdouts, then White/White marriages will be made illegal. How insane, say you. Well my friends, it is an insane plan put into motion by insane and hateful people. The only reason this whole asylum isn't blowing up is because you can still buy beer and watch niggerball. The gods on Mount Olympus always have other things in mind though. When the bust comes, the fates will count the number of White people who haven't become "trendy" enough to imitate the behavior of other species.
The termite chews and the fence is being pieced together, little by little.
He and his soul-mate, ever in search of new orgiastic thrills, happened upon an idea. They took a hapless gerbil (a mouse-like rodent) and ripped out his claws. Then, the 'master' shoved an aluminum tubing up the rectum of his kissing-companion and forced the gerbil up the tube. The tube was withdrawn and the gerbil's attempt at escape was supposed to send those eagerly sought after vibrations. It is clear why the critter's nails were removed. Apparently the gerbil went the wrong way leaving sweet and lovely Georgie in a predicament. Hence, the ambulance ride. Upon examination, the fellow's rectum, and lower intestine, were observed to have been lacerated to a considerable degree. His 'honey' apparently forgot to file the burrs from the tube after it was cut to an appropriate length. What sort of society would allow such filth to continue breathing? On my scale of values, that gerbil was worth more than those two daisies combined.
I don't like 'exotic joints', that's why I don't go into them. I do dislike degenerate jews like Stern, Hefner and Springer. That's why I refrain from watching their TV shows or knowingly doing anything from which they might profit. I dislike the jews who allow this sort of thing to be presented in the first place but I have never disliked a jew merely because he was a jew or wouldn't invite me to his home for corned beef. I dislike spinach and don't eat it, but that's not the same as trying to exterminate the spinach plants or stopping others from eating spinach. Opinion is one thing. Violent criminal acts are something quite different even if you try and pass them off as part of a revolutionary agenda for the imagined benefit of White people. And calling themselves 'political prisoners' doesn't perfume their behavior either.
The argument has been forwarded, and the participants applauded, because they supposedly followed the asinine examples as described in the book The Turner Diaries. (What! no imagination?) These criminal acts remain part and parcel of the so-called 'lone wolf' approach although I remain unclear about what the objectives of such strategies might be. If I remember correctly, another loose cannon participated in the killing of the jewish talk-show host, Berg or Berger, in Denver several years ago. Rightly so, he's enjoying the state's hospitality while demonstrating to his children how good daddies behave. This talk-show host was an obnoxious critter and letting him live would have been of enormous propaganda value for those wishing to point out the seamier side of the jew. (Stern and Springer provide lots of ammunition for those who aren't overly fond of God's Chosen.) But bone-heads will be bone-heads and apparently prisons attract them as a magnet does iron filings. The sad thing is that young people often have criminals for martyrs, and this appears to be the case for we are told that the bandit was "doing something" for the "White cause." They invariably pay a price for their stone-headed ignorance. At least John Dillinger was more honest, stable and sane. He robbed banks for the money, and the joyous hell of it.
What did this fellow and his allies, which included members of the delicate sex, do for "our cause"? I dislike the Marxist theft of my wages – taxes – being used for the purpose of raising the standard of living for those who would perish if they weren't protected by ZOG's PPP – Parasite Protection Policy. OK. Wannabe Adolf, who wouldn't have lasted 2 weeks in the REAL Third Reich, pops a store owner or a talk-show host. For the moment, the jewish population would have dropped by one but Sarah and Benny, enjoying a fit of orgiastic frenzy, will ensure that the void is soon filled. Net gain – zero.
Diphead is now dragged through the mechanics of the 'system'. A few lawyers pocket undeserved moolah but all the rest involves the tax-payers' money – my money – your money – for the bureaucratic involvement of police, wardens, prison, etc. He, along with his WCOTC companions, will be housed and fed for years to come, at taxpayers' expense. This is a net loss for anyone's cause. Misdirected critters, such as these, would be imprisoned in any society even though the love of Jesus shone brightly from their bright blue eyes.
There is always strength in unity and the reason the "lone wolf" malarkey is heralded is because group action with these types is impossible due to the low character of the participants – which could be improved if they ever got their head's out of the behinds. I once had an email debate with one of them which could have been decided by a tiny bit of research. Instead, this hammerhead wanted to meet me in "the alley" where he would "kick my f---ing face in" to demonstrate that he "was right". That was an outright bit of ignorance – probably stupidity in this fellow's case – since he didn't realize that I could bench press 360 pounds, bend horse shoes, pull freight train cars down the track, been known to have killed Arnold's entire family with one punch, leap over tall buildings in a single bounce, and besides, I would have shown up with a belt of grenades, one freshly oiled Thompson and 6 cans of Zyklon B, and God would have bellowed from the clouds, "Let's see who's right!" With this tongue-in-cheek, I'll switch gears.
I think I understand why many of our young people are angry. I understand their desire to help change things. I have compassion for many of them because they are acting from the heart – unlike their parents who act only from their wallets. Once so disposed, I understand why they latch onto the first clarion call which hits their ears. Like most of the society, a quick cure sells well. There never has been, and never will be, a substitute for thinking and planning, and this society is so sick that it cannot be moved in a more rewarding direction overnight. I have repeated often that one must be careful what he puts into his mouth, whom he chooses for a wife, whom he trusts and especially the later. When you elect to follow some self-appointed egotistical leader, who generally does not follow his own advice, you'd better check out his character, and his activities, as if your life depended upon it – for eventually it will. This then, is one of the reasons I suspect that the 'leaders' are left to 'lead' while their followers go to jail. It's an escape valve for ZOG who well understands that if you can pick off the Braves, one at a time so that their numbers do not increase, you can let the Chiefs bellow all they wish. This also goes a long way toward discouraging others to join whatever is faddish at the time.
Until the youth manages to get their own personal affairs in order, then I am afraid that they'll be suckered into many a one-way road where absolutely nothing positive will be accomplished except to increase the job opportunities for prison guards. Individual failures axiomatically must act alone – as lone wolves.