Commenter Ralph Stanley ventures into the bowels of the poz factory known as TV and returns with tales of horror to make any White man’s blood curdle.
I was watching the Comedy Central show, “Broad City”, with my wife last night and we got into a huge fight about it (we don’t agree on politics). The whole show is basically two Jewish girls having: (i) gay sex; (ii) interracial sex; (iii) doing lots of drugs and basically trash talking white guys. They even had a scene with an elderly white lady in a sex shop buying a massive black dildo. Previous seasons weren’t nearly as obnoxious. It’s horrible to think this is the shit women are watching. To my knowledge she is also watching a Netflix show about trannies. And don’t get me started on “Master of None”, which is another white guy bashing “comedy” with plenty sassy gay friends.
The commercials offered no relief: a show about tennis player Bill Jean King, some anti-white comedians, a “comedy” show about “the resistance” against Trump, and a preview of a weird fantasy movie with lesbian overtones. It was fucking relentless. I’m no prude but enough is enough. In fairness, we don’t watch Narcos or Westworld together.
Making matters worse, she flipped to Youtube afterwards and saw I had been watching a documentary on a Belgian Nazi sympathizer. What can I say? After being exposed to modern tv your brain needs a dose of Fash to right itself.
Shit tests abound and you don’t always pass them.
“she flipped to Youtube afterwards and saw I had been watching a documentary on a Belgian Nazi sympathizer” — this line is instantly iconic. I laughed audibly. It reads like it could be the epitaph on modern American marriage.
One benefit of the abject pozification of TV is that I watch a lot less of it, mostly out of a sense of preserving my dignity. What kind of man enjoys getting pissed in the face over and over by degenerate mutants who hate him and his kind? I’m no masochist.
They hate us White men. What’s clearer is that their hate is an echo of their envy and thwarted desire. It’s 100% shitlib psychological projection and sour grapes.
You can take away one uplifting message from their venomous effluvia: the louder these cunts shriek about the bad White man, the more intensely they desire the White man’s approval. Some even want the White man’s dick. But they will never have it, because they’re ugly, inside and out. The White man’s standards and general excellence are what drive them to the plush comfort of babbling insanity.
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