Better Off Nuked

Monday, 22 May 2017

 

Where to rank Rabbi Trump’s Raytheon Shuffle on the Presidential Scale of Humiliation? Mercifully lower than obozo bowing like a punk to leaders of lesser nations, on par with Bush 43 holding hands and kissing the Saudi King like a faggot.

Western Civilization’s failing caretakers should never legitimize islam, which proves disastrous wherever it dominates. There’s no difference betwixt “radical” islam and any other kind, it’s all sharia. These dumb fucking towels couldn’t even get the oil out of the ground without the White Man’s genius.

While we Trump voters wait for ANY update on the The Wall we won’t be getting (fuck you Paul Ryan and fuck Trump for not getting rid of you) we’re supposed to dance with joy at selling 110 billion worth of deadly hardware to the LAST assholes on Earth who need more weapons, not just saudis, ANYONE in the Shittle East.

This isn’t the 1940s folks, massive new factories hiring thousands of workers to build these weapons will never exist again. If the 110 billion went straight into the pockets of every man, woman and illegal in America it would average $300 bucks, and so what?–American taxpayers fork over 113 billion EVERY YEAR to pay for illegals’ welfare.

Those are the numbers, it’s the human cost that adds injury to insult: we’re selling weapons to these oily fucks which will end up in jihadist hands, and there is no saudi army, it’s OUR troops, Americans, who die fighting for towel “royalty” (or Israel).

Western Civilization continues its downward spiral. There was one last pause, the election of MAGA Trump who died from cancer after only 100 days. The saudis in that gay-ass sword chorus line could’ve beheaded Trump and nothing would change: lunatics run the asylum.

The world would be better off nuked than just given to muslim and feminist swine.

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War is unwinnable when you don’t play to win

Saturday, 20 May 2017

Here’s something meeting the legal definition of obscenity: George W. Bush aka Bush 43 aka Dubya, who took up painting as a hobby, made a book of portraits of veterans wounded in wars he’s responsible for prolonging and the gay kenyan muslim for losing.

I supported the Iraq war because for 12 years saddam was a disruptive asshole who thumbed his nose at the world and whose antics were no longer tolerable after 9/11.

The issue which was never addressed before, during or after, was what to do with Iraq once saddam was eliminated.

The correct answer was to make Iraq a US territory divided into 3 states and ruled with an iron fist, while seizing enough oil to pay for the whole thing.

None of that happened. We never achieved (or declared) victory, unless you count neocons’ Endless War Welfare Program for the enrichment of the “Defense” Department as winning. (Even filthy proto-SJW communists against “all” war deserve partial credit for their opposition.)

The year we truly lost Iraq was 2005, when we let Iraqis make their new government an “islamic democracy” when no such thing can exist. islam is sharia, sharia is islam; there is no “moderate” or reasonable version of sharia. If the USA honored the Second Amendment with the same inflexibility as sharia, we’d have open carry in all 50 states (and way less crime).

There’s little else to say, except a repeat of the conclusion of the first paragraph: Republicans prolong wars they have no intention of winning and democrats lose winnable wars on purpose.  

The Dawn of Zen

Saturday, 20 May 2017

When I was a liberal, nothing changed except for the worse.
When I was an anarchist, nothing changed except for the worse.
When I was a Libertarian, nothing changed except for the worse.
When I was a Conservative, nothing changed except for the worse.
When I was a Trump Voter, nothing changed except for the worse.

No matter who’s in charge, taxes go up.
No matter who’s in charge, prices go up.
No matter who’s in charge, freedom fades.
No matter who’s in charge, the bad guys win.

God is in control.
Satan is in control.
You are not in control.

It’s always been this way
Will always be this way

So relax and get those dishes
done.

American Gods Ep. 3: gay Jinn and Juice

Thursday, 18 May 2017

We’re almost to the halfway mark of the awful American Gods.  By now you and I are used to the pointless vignettes of random gods interacting with their unfortunate believers. We’ve seen Vikings aka White Warriors made to look like fools by a never-seen wind god, then the following week a Plaid Pimp God of Black Slaves—with a hate-Whitey speech most certainly polished by Shlomo—forcing his followers to commit mass suicide.  At Ep. 3’s start it’s Anubis, only instead of being a man with a dog’s head Nubes is a Black dude, even though ancient Egyptians were not Black.

Forget all that anyway, they’ve outdone themselves this week with muslim finooks.  Well, it’s not really gay since one of the two futt-buckin’ moose limbs is a jinn with flaming eyes.  Just joking, it’s gay times gay times gay and I, like others, predict it’s sure to spur a diaperhead terrorist attack IRL (sadly never in hollywood where promoters of this rubbish reside).

The leprechaun is back, the one who resents “stereotypes” like assuming all ‘chauns are short yet is a fire-haired, pasty-skinned, fighting and drinking Hibernian with an accent Straight Outta Lucky Charms.  Oddly, the ‘chaun needs a certain magic coin to have good luck though otherwise he shits coins out of thin air.  And he didn’t have the bad luck, the poor sap who picked him up while he was hitchhiking did.

To answer your question why I watch this crap if I hate it: it’s only 8 episodes and will be over soon enough.  In its favor this latest ep has probably enraged some muslims with this latest, lauded-by-leftards faggotry.

 

 

 

 

 

Death of America Part MDCLIV

Sunday, 14 May 2017

Last week I made the best decision of the year: to shut off news and opinions about news. The autistic screeching from all sides was making me schizophrenic and since there’s nothing I can do about any of it anyway, I’ve lost nothing. I feel much better and it’s freed up a lot of time to ponder.

What I’m left with for entertainment is youtube videos about anything but news, which equals mindless TV; the last major newsie headline I saw was a youtube sidebar about Fuckface Comey being fired.

UPDATE:  before I could post this, I accidentally caught another newsie sidebar while looking up H. Ross Perot. 

Brad “Chelsea” Manning to Remain on Active Duty, Receive Medical Care After Prison Release

Mentally-ill traitor-to-his-country Manning went on a hunger strike to force the US govt to cut his dick off at taxpayer expense, and they folded.  So now, in addition to the government-sponsored 3rd world invasion and deliberately prolonging Middle East wars for fun and profit, we’ve fallen from executing traitors to satisfying their every whim.

The U.S. government is just another mafia, but unlike a real mafia it’s too cowardly and dumb to kill its enemies.   

We have drug addicts serving 30 years in prison but child molesters and traitors committing espionage walking free.

I gotta be more careful not to glance at those fucking sidebars.

 

 

 

Obstacles to TrumpWall

Sunday, 14 May 2017

So I’m about halfway through this docu about corrupt NYC cops in the 1980s teaming up with drug kingpins. Many of the actual players are telling their stories. None of them are wearing orange jumpsuits and the main dirty cop’s name pops up all over youtube. He’s apparently a free man and out giving interviews.

Three decades later I wouldn’t be surprised to find the same corruption, only far more sophisticated.

This got me thinking about The Wall aka TrumpWall, but before we get to that, a recap.

I told a friend “my” theory, shared by many, on how/why Trump is compromised. His response was that since Trump never took drugs or drank, he would be too smart to be caught on hidden camera screwing under-aged (or legal) whores.

As Fox Mulder might say, “I want to believe.” My friend’s argument is slightly boosted by Trump’s having expressed presidential ambitions since the 1980s, but not enough for me to tip my tinfoil fedora.

Pepe Tinfoil Fedora

The alternative to Trump Blackmail is equally bad: that he’s fucking dumb. The optics of moving daughter Ivanka–who being a woman knows nothing about politics–and the even-worse son-in-law into the White House reeks of nepotism and weakness. Fuckface Kushner has ZERO useful political experience and is there for no other reason than he married into the fam; he’s a liberal fucking democrat and agent of George Soros, sworn enemy of the USA.

Okay, so TrumpWall.

TRUMP WALL.jpg

The otherwise worthless Colin Powell had at least one great quote:

“Government project? Double the time and triple the cost.”

Construction of The Wall, if built at all, will likely be dragged out till the end of Trump’s first term, which his enemies hope will be his last. If Trump doesn’t get the Wall built, he is almost guaranteed to lose in 2020.

As for TrumpWall’s cost, I lifted a paragraph from the wiki about Boston’s disastrous Big Dig and modified it.

TrumpWall was the most expensive defense project in US history, and was plagued by cost overruns, corruption, deliberate delays, design flaws, drone mishaps, environmental nuisance lawsuits, harassment by the Mexican Army, charges of poor execution, use of substandard materials, accusations of xenophobia, criminal arrests and several deaths.

The project was originally scheduled to be completed in 2020 at an estimated cost of $21 billion, however, “Wall 1.0” as it is informally called, was completed only in November 2027, at a cost of over $77 billion. CNN estimated the project will ultimately cost $400 billion dollars, including interest, and that it would not be paid off until 2199. As a result of lawsuits and design flaws, TrumpWall will probably end up costing $900 trillion-billion dollars when complete and by the nature of the project, will never be completed.

America’s reluctance/cowardice to execute criminal illegals now translates to TrumpWall  being deprived of the necessary manpower or defense capabilities to make it work.

Thanks to the illuminating documentary on police corruption + knowing the shit show that is human nature, we can expect any wall to have deliberate design flaws suggested by the Mexican drug cartels which run Mexico.

Were it only up to Trump Voters to fund and Build The Wall, it would be done by the end of 2018.  With our globalist government of tyrants running D.C. it will be done never.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Go MGTOW, Young Man

Friday, 12 May 2017

My young brothers, we failed you. I failed you. As someone nearing a half-century on this Flattest of Earths, I take my share of blame for failing you, as every honest man in the Western World must, for not keeping our women on very short leashes.

Giving women “liberation” has led us to our near-doom.

We had no excuse. Our Nigga Who Art in Greek Heaven Aristophanes knew 400 years before Christ that women are nation-wreckers and must be subdued and controlled.

Women Are Nation-Wreckers

Our first grievous error was giving women the vote. They did exactly as Aristophanes warned they would. Sentimental and easily manipulated, they started voting en masse for welfare programs which destroyed–not helped–families, made Big Government Master and Pimp and Single Motherhood the new Madonna, even though study after study shows kids raised by
single mothers are worse off in every metric.

Our next grievous mistake was allowing women on juries. Men commit the majority of crimes and should be judged by other men, their peers, who are not swayed by sob stories or handsome faces. Before women served on juries, criminals were adequately punished. Now career criminals are released over and over until finally they commit murder, and even then many end up released.

Our next grievous mistake was allowing women to whore around as if they were men. Men are biologically wired to sow their seed everywhere. Women are wired to nest and care for offspring. For centuries marriage kept animal instincts in check, providing order and stability, an environment to raise children. Now marriage has been reduced to a legal contract, easily discarded, and the system is rigged against men in every way. The old saying went, “Love alone is not enough to make a marriage.” Now it don’t work at all, not without the order of law.
Women in the workplace have become a predictable and preventable disaster. Even without the nonstop shitstorm of drama women bring, standards have to be lowered. You better hope the woman in your local fire department is a bull-dyke who can drag an unconscious 300lb man out of a burning building. Same for police, a 5-foot-nothing feminist elf with a badge and gun is still no match for a biker giant high on bath salts. Women in the military, no matter how fugly, can always find a sperm donor. They watch from the pier, laughing and pregnant, as military vessels they were assigned to sail off on months-long deployments, leaving them to screw around on base. The feminized military—obsessed with social engineering instead of the best ways to win wars—likes single motherhood and dependency. The latest travesty is new submarines designed to accommodate women. Here’s a sneak preview: underwater brothels.

In case you haven’t noticed, feminism stops at heavy lifting. That’s always been. Men (and soon robots) are left to the gruntwork.

I needn’t tell you, brothers, how impossible women have become even to speak to, or most likely get stuck listening to. Even without the twin Orwellian nightmares of political correctness and accusations of rape culture, it’s sheer hell, listening them prattle on about nothing when they should be learning useful skills like cooking and homemaking.

We are in a race against time and we’re losing. Women, and their despicable feminist manginas, are flooding Western nations with foreigners, who come here for welfare. You might think that actual rape culture—meaning muslims—would dissuade Western women from wanting these savages cruising streets our forefathers built: you would be wrong. Women are incapable of rational thinking or taking responsibility for anything.

A woman usually has to reach her 40s to understand how harmful her misguided compassion has been; even at that age many women remain girl-children. Women ARE children and require constant supervision and restraint.

I could tell you the future will be brighter, that men will regain control of nations and put things right, but I refuse to lie. You grew up knowing only porn, waifu pillows and video games. The cellphone has ended communication. Traditions–especially traditional gender roles–are dying. What’s left of the West will be claimed by muslim savages, for matriarchies ALWAYS lose to patriarchies, and the muslim beast, vile and backwards as he is, does not tolerate women disobeying his orders.

We would be better off nuking ourselves before we let women or muslims have the world. At least then the destruction would be justified.

Now that that’s all out of the way and you know the (losing) odds verily I say unto you, in the time we have left: learn MGTOW. Pronounced “MIG-Tau” it stands for Men Going Their Own Way.  It isn’t “Men’s Rights,” it’s a way of life where you do what makes YOU happy, and do not sacrifice your time, money and happiness on the altar of feminine vanity and ingratitude.

Only men can feel, only men can love.

Go to youtube. Learn MGTOW.

SHADILAY.

Anti-White American Gods

Friday, 12 May 2017

I tried reading American Gods long ago and only made it a few pages. The premise sounded promising but I couldn’t get past the protagonist’s stupid name, “Shadow Moon.” Amazon reviews assured it’s yet another regurgitation of the same left-wing horseshit you can suffer anywhere else. 

FF to 2017 and the American Gods TV series. Shadow Moon is played by a 100% Black dude when in the novel he’s shaded more like Obozo. The author, Neil Gaiman, approved of this change. Why wouldn’t he, when the studio handed him bulging sacks with ‘$’ printed on them?

In the first episode of two released so far, S. Moon starts out in prison. He has a dream where his wife appears and lo, she’s lily-white. Of course.

I’m so tired of this shit, the in-your-face Black Man/White Woman pairings. It’s not incidental and it’s not making the best casting choice. If Shadow Moon was made Black (isn’t naming a Black person Shadow RAYSISS?) to ramp up Diversity, why not employ a Black actress to be his wife? Black women are equally unhappy with these unlikely couples, and should be.

The first episode was passable. Artsy, well-shot but plodding with a simpleton script. You can already tell any Big Reveals later are not going to make up for time invested watching.

Hollywood doesn’t try to temper its Anti-White bias anymore. Every single White person in the first episode is one or a combination of callous, murderous, psychotic, adulterous or raysiss. The one exception is Ian McShane, but
1) his character is central to the story
2) he’s older than bone dust and therefore not a threat.

If the first episode was standard anti-White fare, the second hammers the message home, beginning on A SLAVE SHIP. Slave porn, never depicted for any reason but to enrage Blacks in real life.

One of the slaves makes a prayer to a CG spider, who then appears in the cargo hold as Orlando Jones wearing a plaid pimp-suit, a god named Anansi aka Mr. Nancy.

With his patented bulging bug-eyes and snarls, Jones delivers a hate-Whitey speech worthy of any SJW dignitary, only more deft and literate. Your life is a living hell, Black Man, 400 years, nothing is ever your fault. The only thing missing was a slave wearing a Black Lives Matter t-shirt.

A truly concerned African god might appear before the African kings who enslaved and sold their own people and warn them to stop. Nancy’s solution is to free the original supplicant from his chains and command all the slaves to riot, turning the slave ship into a burning failboat where everyone dies, proving Nancy’s an even bigger asshole than the slave-owners.

Most TV isn’t worth writing a single word about. I wrote this mainly to test my keyboard’s batteries. The new batteries appear to be working.

What Happened to Trump?

Thursday, 13 April 2017

My theory on why Trump has turned on his loyal MAGA base in less than 100 days:

Blackmail.

Trump at one time claimed friendship with Jeffrey Epstein, a vile billionaire with a penchant for under-aged girls, who was convicted and did actual time for it. The Epstein / Trump connection was left untouched during the election because Bill-Clinton-is-a-Rapist has much stronger ties to Epstein.

Since Trump’s win, the existence of the Deep State has finally been acknowledged (with a little help from Snowden and Assange) to the point even the average gruber knows what it is. But in case anyone missed it, the Deep State is a catchall term for any or all shadow government entities operating above the law and under the radar with limitless resources. The NSA, DHS and CIA are the most well known, but if you’re paranoid like I am, the Deep’s depths include a weaponized FBI, NASA, EPA and organizations most don’t know exist.

Without getting too tinfoil-y, the tech that is known to the public is just the tip, surveillance (and other) technology is far more powerful and advanced than will be admitted. It’s reasonable to believe in 2017 the US government is capable of reading and recording every American text, tweet, blog, broadcast, phone conversation and letter FOREVER. The next milestone will be the ability to monitor all communications worldwide. They can’t admit this because it would make them responsible for failing to stop every terrorist attack, which they wouldn’t do anyway because it would lessen the value of fear.

Assume also somewhere in the bowels of the Deep State the demonic successor of J. Edgar Hoover collects every scrap of information–by legal means and otherwise–on those seeking power. He/she/they would be fools not to. Armed with this information it wouldn’t matter who makes it to the WH as the new neutered Trump is proving.

Trump’s political ambitions go back to the 1980s. Few remember he lightly tested presidential waters in 2000. His Deep State “Permanent Record” (one to make Principal Skinner proud) likely started when he first became a wealthy presence in New York City.

My theory—I repeat, only a theory, there is no proven evidence—is there exists a video of Donald Trump having sex with a minor, recorded by the Deep State or even bastardo creep Jeffrey Epstein himself, who may have cameras set up all over his private island for his own use/blackmail.

I love Trump and don’t want to believe (any of) this, but with my limited imagination the only other evidence on par in awfulness with statutory rape would be a video of Trump murdering someone.

Trump does have other weaknesses, like endlessly seeking approval and adoration. His enormous ego, a great source of confidence and power, paradoxically has skin thinner than rice paper. It’s possible unelected rat-bastard-in-law Jared Kushner, wielding a Thermos of Ivanka’s tears over an UNPROVEN chem attack on Syrian babies, has warped Trump’s judgement, but nepotism or sentimentality is just not as believable as blackmail.

Trump couldn’t be bought, and he’s certainly used to endless abuse. The phony harassment and rape cases thrown at him during the election were fake news bullshit, and when he said–and meant–the right things to nullify Pussygate, Establishment asswipes on both sides couldn’t believe their last dirty trick failed.

But this other thing?

It’s blackmail. Trump has likely been told if he doesn’t play along with the Deep State criminals, neocons and neocohens he will be destroyed and forced to resign in disgrace. He has no other reason to reverse MAGA.

It’s blackmail.

Iron Fist is a Flop

Thursday, 23 March 2017

       It’s to my shameful laziness I’m watching Iron Fist, which in addition to the now-standard whining about racial casting choices was panned by critics for being shitty and boring.  The critics were right, I’m only two episodes in and doubt I’ll watch a third.

     All of these Marvel Netflix series face the same challenge:  turn a 2-hour movie into 20 interesting hour-long episodes.  There have been 4 such attempts so far: Jessica Jones, Luke Cage and two seasons of Daredevil.

      Daredevil features a popular lead character, talented cast, good action, solid chemistry and interesting villains.  Jessica Jones had characters made interesting by their flaws and a terrifying villain.  Luke Cage mostly sucked, dragging-out a razor-thin plot, but still had solid leads, style and an unexpected great soundtrack.

      Iron Fist has nothing going for it.  Danny Rand is Danny Bland.  He looks like a doughy smelly hippie and walks around New York barefoot, which is the least bizarre thing about him.  His backstory reads like it was invented by an 11-year-old half-remembering Green Arrow and Batman:  Danny Rand, age 10, survives a private plane crash over the Himalayas which kills his billionaire parents (for now, we never see their bodies and since comic book characters pass between life and death like saloon doors they could return at any time.)  He is found by magical martial arts monks who train him to become the Iron Fist, whose sole purpose is to stop a shadowy evil organization called The Hand.  (Let’s hope he can do it, since he claims he’s the only warrior who can stop them.)   

     Now, 15 years later, adult Danny returns to NYC to claim his family business, but instead of going to the media to announce his triumphant return to the land of the living, Danny the Dirty hippie saunters barefoot into his family’s company building and asks to see his father’s former partner or the partner’s son.  The receptionist does what any sane person would do and alerts Security so the audience can get a sneak preview of Danny’s magical martial arts prowess as he wends his way up to the CEO’s office. 

     The villain (or at least antagonist) is a standard corporate businessdick with slicked-back hair.  He and his sister were the children of Daddy Rand’s partner.  In flashback we learn Slick, who was a few years older than Danny, was a major-league asshole and bully.

     The grown-up Slick, now CEO of Rand Corporation (isn’t that a real thing?) is first dismayed by the sight of a filthy hippie in his office and then greatly alarmed when the hippie claims he’s Danny Rand, which if true means Rand owns the company.  Slick and his semi-sexy blonde sister both refuse to believe it, and here’s where the story first shits the hammock:  who can blame them?  “Danny Rand” shows up with no evidence, not even one story or remembrance only the three of them would know.

     Instead of another fight, Danny merely leaves to hang out at a park among tree leaves (barefoot) and a wise White homeless bum who spouts a few semi-poetic lines about society before OD’ing. Next Danny bumps into an Asian woman posting flyers for her martial arts dojo and asks for a job (neglecting to inform her he’s a martial arts master).  Naturally she tells him no, so next Danny breaks into his former childhood home, a brownstone owned by Slick’s blonde sister.  Instead of talking to her when she comes home he flees, only to confront her the next morning outside on a busy street where she can cry for help.  Again, Danny provides zero evidence of his true identity, but he does magically flip over a speeding cab, which only confuses Blondie.

    Really I should stop here, I’ve given ample examples of why Iron Fist doesn’t work.  The writers strove to give Danny Rand a good-natured or well-meaning/innocence vibe but he just comes across as retarded.  In Iron Flop: Part Next we’ll continue this anal-sys written because I’m too lazy to write anything else.

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