Girls are irresistibly drawn to humorously cruel and sadistic men. Carrot Man’s mockery of the shouting, vein-throbbingly self-serious antifa phaggot is thermonuclear tingle generation to any female onlookers. More of this, and it won’t be long before even the skanky rainforest-bushed porngirls are hot for after hours access to Maul-Right social scenes.
PS Online sleuths have exposed some of Berkeley’s black-masked antifa organizers. Here and here. Beautiful. Bring the pain.
Recently, I had a weird run-in with an ex-fling. First, some background: We had met years ago in a different city while simultaneously exiting a dingy caliph-themed cocktail bar bobbing with the greasy-haired heads of a swarm of swarths; I had then asked her if she was racing out as fast as I was to avoid the douchiness inside. In the time it took her to laugh, I soaked up her package: tall, lean, enticingly angular facial aesthetics, pert tits, ivory skin, ebony hair. The hunt was on.
Two hours later, I had escorted her to one of my public pleasure palaces (a shadowed sofa tucked in the recesses of a hookah bar swirling with mood-smoke) where we made out in between sensually blowing smoke rings. (Gentlemen, you should coax a woman to blow smoke rings whenever possible, because her form will give you a good idea of what she’ll look like when she’s gazing up at you during a blowjob.)
Cutting to the end-of-chase: She went back to my place with me. I unzipped her knee-high boots and stripped her woolly skirt off and caressed her inner thigh with a free hand (the other stuffing a ball gag in her mouth….I keed! or do I?). Gradually, my hand hopped her panty border and day-labored in the fields of her life-giving lips. I listened intently for the liquid smacking of vajlube peeling from vajflesh, and redirected my glistening hand to her freed left breast….whereupon an odor most foul drifted from drenched digitalis to my nose, triggering an olfaction reaction inescapably pronounced. I retched a little.
But the boner reflex is inversely proportional to the disgust reflex; a man with a rager will shawshank through a snapper sewer to bust outta priapism.
So I bore on. And bored on. Or that was the plan, until in the act of ripping off the last tattered shred of her industrial-grade panties my face swooped a little too near her crotch swamp, and the sting of fetid juices actually made my eyes water. Did she notice my fully throttled necksnap to the back? I figured she must have, but she made no indication thereof.
Hyenas are known to marinade their scavenged rotmeat in stagnant pools of sun-ripened toxic water; the matriarchal beasts prefer their sustenance falling off the bone in gangrenous ribbons, much like our current crop of Western women prefer the composition of their nations. But man is not clit-dicked hyena. Notwithstanding my insistent boner to the contrary, my frontal lobe — or perhaps the hindiest part of my hindbrain — overrode my crotchal zone and in a burst of creativity spurred by sensory stinkulation and desperation, I stopped my attack cold and summoned a semi-quasi-pseudo-rationale for why she must politely leave and oh yes I would certainly call her soon and we’ll get together again the next time we will make it count it’s just that I care for your opinion of me and your feelings and I’m a romantic that way trust me you’ll love that I’m not like all the other men…..
Ad fuckin nauseam, she quietly left, a cloud of worry and suspended disappointment encroaching on her pretty face as I closed the door behind her and set upon my bed sheets with a fury, dousing them in Oxyclean and paint thinner. Mid-winter, windows wide open! AHHHHHHH WINTER-CHAN CLEANSE THIS HOME!
So tragic, such a waste of an adorable face, but whaddaya gonna do? Stinky pussy is the deal killer. The boner imploder. The Darwinian dental dam. Unless the girl is a hard 10 and the man is a hard-up 10, a subatomic stink down below will wither any hard-on.
Fast-forward to the near-present: New, far away town, new day. I’m in a store. A woman in black enters behind me. She has orange-red hair and a youthful glow despite her almost translucent skin. Fishnet fuckme stockings carve the contours of her long legs. A fleeting familiarity sparks my mind. I look a bit longer at her; she notices, and reacts with the expected mix of consternation and curiosity. Could this be the same Stinky Pussy Girl from years ago, unbelievably standing right next to me a thousand miles from where we first primed our directives?
It couldn’t be. The hair, and the clear skin. If it was her, she was wearing a wig or had a pro coloring job, and she hadn’t aged a minute since our rendezvous…. our, if you’ll pardon the pun, kerfluffle. Our whiff of a tryst, a long-faded memory, suddenly wrenched to consciousness, as freshly manured as if it had occurred the day before down the block.
I shook off the thought. Then she walked toward the exit. That walk, endearingly clumsy and lopey….I couldn’t possibly forget that walk, no woman I have known walked like her. It was her.
None of this happened all that quickly; I had time to run her down and tell her I knew her from long ago, and possibly (probably!) try for another stab at her stankflaps. But as powerfully as the memory of her face and body and weird walk flooded my corticalleys, so too did her pussy stink. That smell memory — smellory — punched my gut as hard as any pungently hectoring specter could.
So I watched her walk off, dissipating into a street crowd. There you have it, ladies: an incredibly coincidental re-meeting, an opening for love created by divine intervention some would say, and the mere memory of stinky pussy shut the possibilities off a second time as strongly as they were shut off the first time when the stink was fragrantly real and aromatically macroaggressive.
On the way home, all I could wonder was what her kids, if she were to have any, would telegonically or frictionally acquire on their way out of her ill-fumed womb; if for instance the poor sprogs would squirt out in a pigpen-like shroud of green gas that followed them everywhere.
Virgins are prized by men all over the world. It’s a universal desire, so evolution must have a good reason for men to prefer untrammeled twat. Paternity certainty is one given reason; men can be confident the kid is theirs if the hymen blood of their women stains their dicks. But now I think it’s something more conspicuous; whether caused by accumulating cock notches or poor hygiene, a stinky pussy is a warning to men that there’s something off with the talking vessel incubating the spicy vaginey. A tangy clam is nature’s red flag that disease or immune system failure lurks labially and threatens the fitness of any posterity that you might deposit in her belly.
Some of you may ask, “CH, why didn’t you just let her give you a hummer?”
Dear deluded friends of the Chateau, pussy stank is the warmest of air; it’ll rise, right up to my face. I wouldn’t want to deflate in the woman’s mouth and have to bear the guilt of possibly driving her to suicide.
In the hindbrain of every woman throbs an autonomic neuralgorithm that mimics their genitalia and splits the female soul in two. It’s a sexual dichotomy which women are fated to reconcile into a teetering balance between the limbically juiced pursuit of alpha fux (a sexy charming jerkboy for sex) and the cortically lubed yearning for beta bux (a reliable if boring family man for resources).
Gatekeepers of the prime directive will necessarily be contradictory vehicles for genetic survival. To fulfill the only Darwinian duty that really matters, women have evolved an intricate cognitive system for accommodating their internal contradictions. CH has dubbed this system the “rationalization hamster”. This head-cased hamster ensures that women never think too hard or too closely about the concessions or the exploitations they personally abide on their quest to birth and raise the fittest, healthiest, and most productive kidlets in the merciless sexual and survival markets.
Unsurprisingly, the sexual dichotomy that animates women’s subconscious is overlaid by a conscious moral dichotomy which provides plausible deniability to the amoral compulsions of the subconscious.
On this topic, Cynthia speaks a great truth,
There is nothing that satisfies us ladies more than the knowledge that we are superior to another woman. I know women who’ve based their entire existence around the pursuit of this feeling.
This explains why women can at once happily jump on the Freak Acceptance bandwagon while secretly satisfying their selfish urge to have their egos diddled and their social status elevated as a consequence of the favorable distinctions they will irresistibly draw between themselves and the freaks.
CH Maxim #91: The irony is that just as women are cloying sympathizers for their lessers, they are also avid pursuers of vaulting their lessers.
The female moral dichotomy is “declare inclusion, indulge exclusion”. The former gives license to the latter.
***
Do men have sexual and moral dichotomies within them? Yes and no. Certainly not any dichotomy at the same advanced developmental stage that women possess. Men haven’t evolved truly dichotomous natures because men aren’t the primary gatekeepers of reproduction. As the chosen sex (although this formulation isn’t absolute), men are Nature’s experimental guinea pigs and come born compartmentalized into a variety of sexual and moral configurations women choose from among, according to the fitness demands of the currently operative environment.
I would say the closest approximation to a male sexual dichotomy is the classic madonna-whore complex — or in modernistic bantz, Marry-Fuck-Kill. Men want the slut for the zero-effort instabang, and the virgin for marriage and mother-of-heirs. But the comparison is limited, since the sexually dichotomous drive is much weaker in men, who as a sex are generally less selective than women and will make easy compromises if a woman is sufficiently desirable (i.e., hot, young, and feminine). For men, women’s looks trump every other consideration so profoundly that any innate male dichotomous compulsion will often be drowned under the deluge of desire.
Likewise, a male moral dichotomy usually amounts to nothing more than spun up pretexts for guiltlessly pursuing NSA sex. The female moral dichotomy greases the id-skids to indulge intra-female status contests and ego gratification; in contrast, the male moral dichotomy has a more pedestrian job: to convince himself and the women who don’t immediately write him off that his love is unconditional, while pursuing the accumulation of sexual market capital that enlarges the scope of his mate options.
There are myriad sex differences — physical, emotional, mental, temperamental, and psychological — that anyone of sane mind unblemished by equalist propaganda can observe permeating every aspect of daily life in which men and women interact. But maybe the most pervasive, immutable, and encompassing sex difference is…penmanship. Johnny Redux writes,
I always have found one very fascinating difference between males and females, which can only be explained by brain behavior – pretty much 90% of the time, you can tell the difference between male and female handwriting. That shows how the brain actually behaves and interprets things, when pen is put to paper. It covers all educational levels, and all professions. I am not concerned with primate writing, so I can only speak on what I have seen of my race.
So true, and the Chateau covered this topic a while ago in this post. Cursive summary: the more biologically and irretrievably feminine the woman (according to digit ratio and personality assessment), the more feminine the handwriting. The God of Biomechanics is a prankster who likes to mock our cherished moral aspirations with the flick of a pen.
So if you’re dating a girl who still owns a pen and writes her d’s and p’s with bloated, pregnant relish and tops her i’s with hearts, wife that bitch up.
An insightful comment by JD (John Derbyshire?) over at the Goodbye, America photojournal, speculating about the reason why so many women, particularly White women, glom onto Freak Acceptance.
Female consumers have perceived weaknesses. “Am I gonna be a good mom? Time to worry… rev up the rationalization hamster”. Female consumer watches freak females “redefining” motherhood on YouTube or Ellen. “If these freaks can cover up their weakness in public then so can I! All I have to do is subscribe to this new idea/emotion of freak motherhood and I can protect my pride, cuz lol, I’ll be a way better mother than some freak in a dress. Hmm maybe the best way to get out this new message of redefining motherhood is through supporting Dove so they can spread this message…”.
Globalization — aka worldwide SCALE — has hijacked the female instincts to conformism, social inclusion, and hypergamous status competition, resulting in multivariate, multinational ad campaigns that push women’s id-buttons as effectively as they push product. JD has identified one of those female instincts: a desire for high social status through approved mothering. It’s an instinct which is a strength in small-scale Dunbar-delineated contexts, but a glaring weakness in large-scale media-driven social organizations that, thanks to the full spectrum infiltration of social media and TV, means your average American mom can compare her mom-cred to moms halfway across the globe and all the way across the threshold of human degeneracy.
This was unheard of for all of human history up until the last couple of generations. That’s gotta have unforeseen consequences, which can already be seen by those not yet succumbed to soyification.
American moms are getting hit by mixed social status pinging messages — they wither with the comparison to glam-moms or humblebragging Faceborg-moms, but cheer up when some cross-dressing man-titted mistake of nature pumped up with a cocktail of bovine growth hormones is glorified by Globohomo, Inc. as an equally plausible representative of good mothering. The Real Moms know in their bones that the Fake Moms are degenerate losers, so the agitprop tranny clown show helps feed the egos of the Real Moms.
PS Speaking of Derb, he has a good article at Unz about the reality of voter fraud in America, and what it portends for the Anglo-Saxon foundation of the Law. (Answer: it portends nothing good, because non-Anglos in specific and non-Westerners in general simply don’t share the same faith and instinctual affinity for the English system of law. As Triggering E puts it,
WEIRDO societies require WEIRDOs to make them work. The less WEIRDO a society becomes, the more being a WEIRDO–characterized by high social trust, reciprocity, political compromise, generosity to those in need, isonomy, etc–switches from being an advantage to being a disadvantage. Social trust declines, reciprocity disappears, political compromise is replaced by a winner-take-all ethnic spoils system, generosity is exploited to the point that it is seen as an entitlement, and the legal system gets hijacked by racial grievance concepts like “social justice”. It’s a vicious circle.
A vicious, tightening noose around the neck of the Anglosphere.
These are the gifts of love made in the image of God that Fake Virtue signaling White leftoids who advocate for open borders in perpetuity want to air drop by the millions into a Heartland, America small town near you. And as the Africa population bomb ticks to its detonation, you can bet there will be no shortage of sanctimonious instruments of self-annihilation and their puppeteers sniveling for America to “open her heart to the human suffering” and relocate Africa’s miseries to Dubuque, Iowa, (instead of doing the sane thing and cutting all food and tech aid to Africa before the natural culling that must occur when an ecosystem’s carrying capacity is overloaded reaches the level of an epic die-back that will make the Holocaust numbers of dead look like street crime victims in comparison).
PS Trust CH commenters to find the humor in abject African depravity.
PPS This post’s title was half warning, half chewy bait for Matt King. I miss that guy’s sonorous pontifications, but an exposer of monstrous ids can’t stop, won’t stop, his duty to vivisect the corporeal provenances of the races of man.
Video footage caught Maine Democreeps cheering the rise in suicides among White men.
For anyone living in a cave the past few years who might not understand the depth of anti-White hatred to which the Demokreep Klown Kollective has sunk, now you see the chameleonic enemy in its uncamouflaged malevolence.
After saying the Democrats need to encourage more “young people” and “women” to join their party, Fochtmann said: “Today, you know, I saw a thing that said a lot of men, white men, are committing suicide. I almost thought, ‘yeah, great!’”
“almost”? Don’t sell your hate short, Fuckedman.
The crowd burst into laughter.
Listen to it. That wasn’t nervous laughter. It was the chortling of bloodthirsty vampires.
“Then I thought about it little more, and I thought maybe I shouldn’t say that out in public,” he said.
The anti-White equalist leftoids are feeling emboldened to air their hatred openly and remorselessly, helped along by a complicit media and demagogic Dem pols like Pelosi and Waters and cucks like McCain. They have become Chutzpah, destroyer of citizenism.
Fochtmann told The Daily Caller “a joke’s a joke isn’t it?”
You weren’t joking, fuckermann.
“I’m a white male.
How convenient.
I’m an old man,
The “old man” card. If your age is an excuse for every murderous fantasy you indulge, then maybe it’s time you consider the early self-deliverance option. Otherwise, WAYSA?
and I’m appalled by what’s happening to a lot of people my age, and their either lack of morality or whatever it is,” he continued.
Whereas your morality shines through like a Mosaic commandment.
“There’s no big protest going on about [the Trump] administration.”
There will be a big protest in your backyard soon, if this story catches fire and loosens even the Leftstream Media’s information choke hold.
“It’s anathema to me. I hear a lot of people out there espousing things about being good Christians, being patriots and what not. We just read different history books. Different Bible, everything.”
Old Testament man.
“I don’t really know what to say,” Fochtmann conceded.
Missing a clause: “I don’t really know what to say….that would make me come out smelling like a rose and my White enemies burnt to a crisp on a pyre.”
“I thought the point of the joke is that it won’t be long, and that this won’t be a majority white nation, and I think that’s a good thing.”
Your anti-White genocidal intention is noted for the record, Fochtmann. Best pray you have enough old man wisdom to silence your Old Testament man chutzpah during the dangerous interim between your premature gloating and the completion of your beloved demographic displacement-of-Whites-via-open-borders-and-suicidal-despair.
“I think it’s about time Americans come to terms with we are a melting pot,” he clarified.
Does that melting pot come alloyed with the blown out brains and meth-stopped hearts of millions of White men and women?
“We’ve been calling ourselves a melting pot forever and ever and ever.”
If you have to repeat it ad nauseam, then maybe it isn’t the natural state of affairs.
“So there you are, you know, one of these days we’ll be a big melting pot stew and it won’t predominantly be white people, and that’s ok with me.”
So there we have the mission statement of the Murderous Left: They won’t be able to achieve Diversitopia with White men gumming up the gears. Whites will have to be dealt with, and since we’re not (yet) at the shooting stage of this war the weapon of choice for the Equalism Dehumanists is mass Dirt World immigration and the killer depression it carries in its silty wake as it washes like a shitnami over the receding Whiteness of Heritage America.
If that’s the case, why do you choose to live in the second whitest state in the union?
Good question. As a matter of course, shitlib hypocrisy is so blatant that I coined a word to describe it: Libocrisy. I really need to get going on that Libocrite Watch List post I’ve been meaning to do. You can’t hide from neighborhood demographic data, gentrified-community libfruits!
FYI, here’s a photo of former Maine Senatorial candidate Richard Fochtmann:
Hm. What do you guys think? Physiognomy is real, or (((physiognomy israel)))?
The goal is to make it costly for these anti-White signaling fatbags to continue mouthing off about the blessings of an inevitable White minority America: Politically costly, socially costly, and occupationally costly. Do to the Left what the Left has been doing to Heritage America for sixty-plus years. Coax these fuckers outta their rat holes and shame them in the public square. We won’t rid ourselves of this evil, but we can arrange our society so that the fochtmanns of the West have only the company of their padded cells and gloomy bedrooms willing to entertain their genocidal fantasies.
***
Black Hole Soul
In their eyes, genocide
In disguises chosenite
Hides the hate, lies the snake
And a soul as black as slate
Boiling frog, Whites object
‘Neath the tact the soul looks dead
Call their name through the ruse
And you’ll hear them claim virtue
Black hole soul
Now we know
You wish upon us pain
Black hole soul
Now we know
Now we know (now we know)
Sophistry, lies and craft
Fool the hearts of the goyim
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes
In my land, a stalking leech
And our youth awakening
Blood and soil here to stay
No one gulled like that anymore
Black hole soul
Now we know
You wish upon us pain
Black hole soul
Now we know
Now we know
Black hole soul
Now we know
You wish upon us pain
Black hole soul
Now we know
Now we know
(black hole soul)
(black hole soul)
Now we know
(black hole soul)
(black hole soul)
Now we know
(black hole soul)
(black hole soul)
Now we know
(black hole soul)
(black hole soul)
Lift my head, fight my fear
Till my home is free and clear
Black hole soul
Now we know
You wish upon us pain
Black hole soul
Now we know
Now we know
Black hole soul
Now we know
You wish upon us pain
Black hole soul
Now we know
Now we know
(black hole soul)
(black hole soul)
(repeat)
Bless her White Thrower heart (it’s in the right place), this girl shows what happens when women try to do a man’s job: Bigly kickback that knocks her small frame off-balance and sends the powered-up candlelight vigil shooting in every direction (hypothetically in the faces of friendlies).
SCIENCE! is rapidly (re)discovering that racism is natural, normal, and biologically inborn. Two studies found that 6-to-9 month old infants “demonstrate racial bias in favour of members of their own race and racial bias against those of other races.” INFANTS, which means for you social kuntstructivists that MUH PATRIARCHAAAAAAHHH had no time to exert its magical white privileging influence on the infant brains.
In the first study, “Older but not younger infants associate own-race faces with happy music and other-race faces with sad music”, published in Developmental Science, results showed that after six months of age, infants begin to associate own-race faces with happy music and other-race faces with sad music.
In the second study, “Infants rely more on gaze cues from own-race than other-race adults for learning under uncertainty”, published in Child Development, researchers found that six- to eight-month-old infants were more inclined to learn information from an adult of his or her own race than from an adult of a different race.
(In both studies, infants less than six months of age were not found to show such biases).
Steve Sailer quipped, “So there’s hope for humanity after all: we just have to keep human beings perpetually at a mental age of five months.”
The study authors — the very Anglospheric Kang Lee and Naiqi Xiao — say that this infant own-race favoritism occurs so early in life (long before significant exposure to other races) that “negative experiences” with other races can’t explain the cognitive bias. Racism — or what is better framed as race-based love — is in our genes. We aren’t “taught” race-based love, we are born with it. And likely for a very good evolutionary reason: being able to distinguish your tribe members from another tribe’s members increased your odds of survival. Infants appear to come pre-programmed with a favoritism for own-race adults because those adults are more likely than other-race adults to nurture and love them.
Of course, instead of accepting race-based love as normal and psychologically healthy, the researchers (steeped as most of them are in Equalist tripe) present the findings as proof that racism can be fought with extremely early intervention.
“These findings thus point to the possibility that aspects of racial bias later in life may arise from our lack of exposure to other-race individuals in infancy,” Dr. Lee said.
Study results could be significant in prevention of racial bias
He continued to explain that overall, the results of these studies are critically important given the issues of wide-spread racial bias and racism around the world.
“If we can pinpoint the starting point of racial bias, which we may have done here, we can start to find ways to prevent racial biases from happening,” he said.
That last quote is chilling. “…if we can pinpoint the starting point of racial bias….we can start to find ways…” Final solutions, if you will. Only for White infants, though. That was always the plan.
The leftoid hivemind is revealed in all its totalitarian evil. Race-based love is part of the human condition; our Equalist Underlords are dehumanists, wishing to cleanse the world of its humanity and replace it with a dehumanized slurry of deracinated emotionless self-deluding automatons feeding the atomized consumerist borg. One lazy thoughtcrime drifting through your head, though, and its off to the reeducation camps, where you’ll join the White infants having the “racist” parts of their brains excised.
As a Sailer commenter ominously noted,
Eugenics, anyone?
The picture at the top of the original article “Infants show racial bias toward members of own race and against those of other races” suggests that these are the white infants who exhibit racial bias.
It appears that this study aims at finding ways to re-engineer the white race so that it no longer is capable to engage in any racial discrimination, like the reluctance to be displaced by highly fertile non-whites. I am sure the authors will deny it, but such a conclusion must be obvious to those with enough IQ and cognitive curiosity.
How about fixing other “birth defects” of (some) white babies, like propensity to seek individual freedom, and disdain towards collectivism? That would ultimately eliminate the last standing obstacles for the construction of a neo-Marxian world of racial justice and the redistributive political system (based on the dictatorship of “minorities”) that it will require.
And, if nothing else works well, how about lobotomy?
Anyway, for those who remember eugenics research, the article “Infants show racial bias toward members of own race and against those of other races” may be disturbing.
Some of you may be wondering if this baby racism study has simply restated the principle of imprinting. Keep in mind that imprinting itself is an evolved trait and therefore heritable and at least partly genetic in origin. Evolution has given us imprinting so that as babies we don’t make the mistake of willy-nilly latching onto whichever Somali migrant happens to be nearby. As adults, we “imprint” to racial kin as well, as anyone can see with a quick trip through a high school or college cafeteria, because we share attitudes, behaviors, and temperaments with racial kin and this shared experience creates positive feedback loops which strengthen the imprinting.
Leftoids hate this, and will do anything to change it, because underneath their abstract rationalizations is the truth of the matter: leftoids hate truth and beauty.
Reclaiming denigrated White heroes of America is laudable, but I foresee a time when Whites in this smelly bus depot of a graffiti-scarred empire will have to get equally comfortable with embracing the genesis of new heroes.
If America separates into ethnostates, new hero creation will be part of the deal. A new mythos will form that either leaves behind the old mythos, or merges with it.
This is just Israel recognizing the reality of their bad PR as the goyium wake up to the hidden hand of juden ex machina in the US's wars of empire.
But that's jewish gratitude for ya. "Hey, America go fight Iran for us. And if people start to think we control US foreign policy, we'll be sure to throw you under the bus."
The whiteboard diagram of DC is shabbos goyium at top, with three strings connecting to faggots, trannies, and all-around freaks, and one thousand strings connecting to fag hags, poli-sci graduates, and "resist" middle-aged women.
haha. Love it. Someone claimed this category of vids are AI generated.
Could be! I wouldn't sweat that though. One, it shows that there are plenty of artrepreneurs with the right mindset. Two, it's propaganda that works for our side, for once.
The solar-powered Flock cameras popping up in remote backwoods locations are very likely there to build up a web of surveillance where the Regime thinks Whites will gather and form militias. These trailhead cameras will initially be sold to Whites as necessary to find illegal aliens on the lam, but the true purpose will become apparent as the country continues collapsing and Whites react by collectivizing along racial lines.
Btw, the new generation of Flock cameras has audio capability -- Flock calls it auditory intelligence -- which the company claims only picks up "distress sounds" like a gunshot or a person screaming. Uh huh. And do you trust the company to refrain from using its cameras to eavesdrop on private conversations?
Mass surveillance will in short order become ubiquitous in rural America, the safest regions of the country. I believe our ruling trash are well-acquainted with historical cycles of empire decline, and therefore know that rebellions and threats to the central control apparatus of the empire will originate in the countryside.
It has happened many times before in that way. Following empire collapse, remnant outposts of native stock people reforge new nations from their rural redoubts. This is, imo, the most probable future for America: new, smaller ethnostates forming from rural collectives left largely untouched by the chaos of the dying empire.
That explains why the Regime is Flocking up the US countryside and fast-tracking brown invaders into bucolic rural America. They do not want the rural outposts that are an escape from Globohomo to remain untouched.
Cameras at the check-out line. Cameras at the gym. Your face uploaded to data server farms. So why worry about Flock?
Well then, maybe it's time to start worrying about all of it. Maybe we should rethink the wisdom of this edifice of photo surveillance we've constructed around our daily lives.
Oh, but that would mean rethinking related artificial edifices of modernity, such as overrunning our society with a hundred million nonwhite invaders.
Eugenics, anyone?
The picture at the top of the original article “Infants show racial bias toward members of own race and against those of other races” suggests that these are the white infants who exhibit racial bias.
It appears that this study aims at finding ways to re-engineer the white race so that it no longer is capable to engage in any racial discrimination, like the reluctance to be displaced by highly fertile non-whites. I am sure the authors will deny it, but such a conclusion must be obvious to those with enough IQ and cognitive curiosity.
How about fixing other “birth defects” of (some) white babies, like propensity to seek individual freedom, and disdain towards collectivism? That would ultimately eliminate the last standing obstacles for the construction of a neo-Marxian world of racial justice and the redistributive political system (based on the dictatorship of “minorities”) that it will require.
And, if nothing else works well, how about lobotomy?
Anyway, for those who remember eugenics research, the article “Infants show racial bias toward members of own race and against those of other races” may be disturbing.