by Marina Orwell
It looks like that small cadre of barely-average jackals who call themselves “white” nationalists will continue to poop in their diapers, smear it all over themselves, and babble about “shitskins.” This may seem all humorous-like to those of you who’ve been “initiated” into the behavior of these Joos Minus the Lucre (JoMiLs), but it’s awfully confusing n’ downright unnerving to most normal White Europeans.
It will just never dawn on JoMiLs that sane White Europeans avoid them with good reason — despite the fact that JoMiLs’ schizoid internal jabberer keeps insisting that It’s Dem All Pow’rful Joos who are keeping dem sheeple from their True Saviorz. But, when you have absolutely nothing going for you but the belief that yer special and that all others are either “kwans” or “groids,” then yer internal tapestry very much resembles something hanging in a bonafide Kikenstein castle (only much less opulent, of course).
JoMiLs are fascinated with those few White European folk who, unlike themselves, aren’t radical egalitarians (this is why they insist on lurking on my little acre of this here Scribble n’ Bandit space). Those of us of the véritable non égalitaire persuasion can fathom simple genetics and use yardsticks to measure it, such as actual achievements in the world (being a Legend in Yer Own Mind notwithstanding), intelligence level, productivity, etc. — and not the configuration of diddle-daddle and pubes. JoMiL egalitarians, however — like their so-called liberal brethren — are authoritarians who cannot function without rigid yet arbitrary hierarchies based on El Testy Escroto, El Honcho Judio, or some other version of Le Pénis Infantile. (I didn’t set out to do so, but I just described why the world is so extraordinarily effed up and why it will never change.)
Usually JoMiLs merely lurk on my blog. They know that I know that they’re “white” nationalists n’ as such I’m just one of their “guilty pleasures.” They wouldn’t want their barrel-chested buddies (who typically either live with Mama n’ Papa or in the house bequeathed to them by el sire de la estúpida) thinking they were entranced with the likes of me — seeing as how I’m all puffed-up and human-like, defying — through my own efforts (fueled by die pristinely arischen Genen meiner Vorfahren) — one of their most closely-cherished and self-serving “beliefs” — that Walking Uteri should function as their shitholes so that Le Cirque de Pénis can continue to run absolutely everything on the planet into the ground.*
I don’t mind playing along — after all, this here Judenschmutzhof is just chock full of pretense n’ skullduggery, but even my stalwart stomaco da struzzo has its limits. Thus, I was irritated to find that after scrubbing the thing clean last night, heute morgan I found the old jooglecoffer again crammed with jackalpuke.
Oy, how these “very exacting” minds of authoritarian JoMiLs (it’s redundant, I know) operate — like Käfige voller Poop und Wahnsinn — just waiting for a sucker like me to open the door. (Since interacting with these types, I have a better understanding of the “pink stuff” in Dr. Seuss).
In short, I’m not overawed by the sludge pouring forth from parrotomatic gynospitters.
It would seem that my non-pre-fitted-and-bundled neurogambolry is anathema to those who need clearance from Da Herd before engaging the corroded retrochunk atop their décolletage. Emotion — ever at the wheel of Da Herd’s carriage instead of reasoning — prefers to encourage the unhinged & puerile (because afterall, weakness and chinwaggery appeals to its inner donkey). But then, JoMiLs never tire of chasing their tails.
JoMiLs don’t want to create a White European nation of course — they merely want to take a spin in Ye Olde Talmudic Time Machine (as brought to them by Joolywood and Heebison Avenue) — back to a time when they imagine that the Culpritic pasture was all green n’ plush n’ inviting. An older version of this here talmudipooped world would be quite comfortable for them — after all, their esprit has been thoroughly pickled in Joolywood, Krisstiannity and other Culpritic brine — and, like all authoritarians, they lack the creativity and foresight necessary to imagine a world sans Pox Judaica.
They can’t see it, and they can’t smell their own diapers. They are ohne die Sinne, sans les sens, stunad. Since this little layer of kosherized Kinderspeilspew will continue to stand in our way — White people are going to have to hold our noses and step over JoMiL on our way to El Gran Estadio Judío.
© 2014 Orwell’s Daughter
* Male JoMiLs are fond of calling blacks “niggers” but as usual, the thinking person must observe actions, not words. The real niggers have always been the more intelligent, more highly-educated, more productive and less expensive 51%. This fact is obvious to any non-biased observer, but since that probably doesn’t include you, here’s just one concrete and very telling example: The “white” man gave black males the vote, leaving their genetic equals (not quite true, going by statistics, and as even a cursory glance at their oddly-defective chromosomes reveal to any unbiased eye — but let’s not quibble here) to fight, tooth and nail for 50 long years before White women finally tore it from their “nigger” loving hands.
It’s the penis — even a purple one — that these defective dullards hold dear. It is as irrational a luv as their belief that a Jewboi died on a cross fer their “sinz,” or any number of absurdities — but irrationality’s surname is Peckerwood. Every Doormat with Holes knows it (though few ever really talk back to Massah).
You Walking Uteri who are still capable of thinking for yourselves ought to ponder deeply what Rule by the Testosterone-Crazed has meant, and what the future holds as it stampedes unabated (also ponder yer own complicity via your own laziness). While yer at it, might as well really let the reality of the above-noted suffrage scenario sink in.
As fer the rest of you: Oy! It’s time fer ya’ll to grab yer scrotum, screech about “feminism,” and gather fer a penis party (AKA circle jerk).