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Irreconcilable Differences

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Am I wrong for listening to talk radio? I should stop, but there there is no music on the radio that I want to listen to. I am tired of talk radio. Well, I guess to be honest, I am tired of white people in general. Sounds odd, I know, but hear me out.

White people on all the talk radio shows have been talking about the Trayvon Martin thing lately. They point to the fact that George Zimmerman should not have been charged, and call it racism. They point to the fact that Obama DOJ is looking to charge George Zimmerman with Civil Rights violations, and call it racism. The Trayvon Martin affair is but one recent example, but to tell the truth I am just sick of white people crying about racism. Stop being cowards, whitey.

What white people these days fail to realize is that no one cares if whites are being oppressed. Those that believe in racism also believe that since white people are oppressors, they can not possibly be oppressed. The result works something like this:

Whitey: Hey Jesse Sharpton, you claim to want to fight racism, but what about this blatant racism against whites? (Use whatever example you like, Trayvon, IRS scandals, Black Panthers suppressing the white vote, etc.)

Jesse Sharpton: Hey whitey, you are white, so it is impossible for you to suffer from racism. Besides, you deserve any wrongs inflicted upon you!

Whitey: Well then, it is obvious to any objective observer, that you are a hypocrite, and your house of race cards will crumble at any time!

Jesse Sharpton: Ha! There are no objective observers! Your complaints will fall on deaf ears!

And so the cycle repeats. Whitey claims to be a victim of racism, but no one cares. Whitey has got to stop trying to beat Jesse Sharpton at the game he invented.

I am sick of whitey referring to incidents as racism, or reverse racism. Whitey is fighting on his enemy’s terms. It is a fight whitey cannot win. Stop crying like a victim whitey! These things are not racism.

These are not examples of racism. You want to know what they are examples of? Pick whatever example you would like. These are examples of irreconcilable differences. Those who espouse racism as the worst thing in the world are true believers in the religion of hate whitey. There is no arguing with those people because their beliefs are not based on logic or reason. Their beliefs are based on the emotions caused by perceived wrongs.

There is only one way to rectify irreconcilable differences: D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Let’s face it; blacks and the supporters of blacks have no interest in coexisting with whites. No matter what injustices whites endure nobody in the government or media cares. If we do not dissolve the Union, the oppression of whites will continue unabated. Secession is the only answer.

Oh, and for good measure: Nigger!

With all that said I leave you with one more NSFW video/song:

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07/22/2013 at 9:58 pm

Secession: What Will It Take?

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The comments section on this post at Occidental Dissent got me to wondering, what will it take for secessionist sentiment to truly take hold? I don’t mean signing petitions on the White House website; I mean for real political pressure for states to leave the Union. What will it take?

RobRoySimmons suggests:

SN needs to grab the brass ring of moral superiority from the Left, till then its another right wing shriek gang.

So how do we seize moral superiority on this issue? Is it even possible with the way debate is shut down with the word “racism?” I guess that has to be the first step. We have to defuse the IED that is the label “racist.”

I think this is the hard part. I feel like if racism could no longer be used as a WMD to ruin the lives of people, we would actually be able to convince people that secession is the only way out. Then again, if we were able to win that battle, and open debate would finally be allowed, would secession be the only way out? For the sake of this argument, let’s assume that secession would still be the only way out.

The fact that the word racism is used to destroy people is so patently absurd that it is a hard battle to fight. It is completely rooted in emotion and the belief that a person who is labeled a racist is the most horrible person in the world is held onto with a fervor that can only be compared to religious dogma. Facts and reason will not affect people who believe this nonsense.

I had hoped that while writing this a solution would have presented itself, but sadly it has not. This thing truly has me stumped. The only way I can see to change the conventional wisdom is to take over academia and pop culture. Do we have time for the protracted battle to take over these institutions?

Hmmm, it seems this post has raised more questions than it has answered. I’m genuinely interested to hear people’s ideas on this. How do we remove this stumbling block so we can actually talk about secession openly, and on its merits instead of having the debate stymied by “the race card?”

 

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06/30/2013 at 7:26 pm

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Eyes Open

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As I picked myself up off the ground, trying to digest the previous events, I couldn’t help but wonder, “How did everything go so wrong?” You have heard that the moment before you die your life flashes before your eyes. It almost seemed as if that would be a comfort. Death descending on you in flash, a brief, ethereal autobiographical slide-show, then cut to black. Almost like ripping off a bandage so the pain comes all at once instead of lingering indefinitely. The suffering would be over. I would get to be with the Heavenly Father, and walk His streets paved with gold. That was not to be my fate. I could see death coming, rolling slowly toward me. How long would my demise last? Days? Weeks? Months? The buzzards gathering, squawking, peering hungrily, salivating, do buzzards salivate, I don’t know, but they should. This is my inner monologue damn it, and buzzards can salivate here.

Funny, those carrion-eating sons of bitches were once my peers, my leaders, and my so-called friends. They were the “in” crowd, and I was part of that. They acted as though we were family. They spoke words of adoration, and acceptance. We spent time together, got to know one another, and I had supported them in their endeavors because I believed in them. I believed in what they stood for, and what they were striving towards. How many times over drinks had we airily discussed our vision of the world the way it should be? We wanted a world without hate, famine, disease, or war. We just wanted everyone to get along and be happy; is that so wrong?

I knew I was different from them. Most of them had never seen a cypress tree in person. They had never been to a crawfish boil, driven a pick-up truck, shot a firearm, or said y’all. I did everything I could to show that I was like them. I donated money to the right causes, I started listening to the right music, and saying the right things. I was, for all intents and purposes, one of them. How could they do this me? Why? What do they stand to gain? Are they all so devoid of sin? How is it possible that they in the world could be so perfect as to pass judgment so harshly?

Is it me? Is there really some scaly cold blooded, baby eating monster inside me? Am I possessed by some latent evil spirit that exerts dominion over my thoughts as a punishment for the sins of my people? Is it possible that the evils committed by unknown ancestors dead for centuries have delivered me unto this evil? Maybe so. I mean, in that one flash of a moment I lost control. Maybe that lack of control is some irrefutable evidence of this evil, unbeknownst to me, hiding just below my white skin.

That moment…

That one white hot moment that snapped the single hair holding the invisible sword that hung over my life has apparently made me worthy of eternal damnation in the eyes of the world. That one moment where fear, frustration, anger, and apparently original sin erupted from my white heart and caused to spill forth an unspeakable evil, an unforgivable sin that I cannot take back. When the evil spilled forth, I tried to stop it. Unfortunately, you cannot grasp sin with physical hands. There is no earthly strength that can hold sin back. That evil which must not be named burst from my lungs like the fiery breath of a dragon and immediately filled those who witnessed it with hatred as if I had burned down their thatch-roof cottages, or roasted their cherished family pets.

Those flames ignited the countryside, and spread to all the corners of Earth. It caused the peasants to gather with their torches and pitchforks. They surrounded me, fired their arrows, and threw their stones. I am pierced and battered; bleeding away everything I had built. Standing…waiting for death to take me, and the buzzards to pick my corpse clean, but I am standing.

Funny, I am standing. Death has not taken me yet. That fire that I sent out in my moment as a dragon has returned to me, but it does not burn me. It burns them! It frightens the peasants, and repels the buzzards! This is not the fire of sin and Hell. This is the fire of defiance. Defiance towards those that tricked me into supporting ideals that threaten to destroy everything built by my ancestors. Defiance towards a system that is tolerant of everything but defiance, and the death sentence imposed on my character by the hypocrites whom built that system.

Now, once again in the moment, my defiance gathers inside me, and the flame erupts once again from lungs, and leaves my mouth in a single words: Nigger!

Oh, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud? Shit, I guess I need to go cry to Matt Lauer.

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06/29/2013 at 12:37 am

More Catharsis

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I have mentioned before that I took to writing this blog to help me kind of think through my political beliefs. I have made a few posts with a little snark, but nothing too impressive. I have been trying to figure out why. I figure there are two good reasons for this:

1.) I think the first reason is I have shown some poor topic selection. While I am trying to pin down my voice and explore my Southern Nationalist / Secessionist (redundant? repetitive?) roots, I picked topics that just seem too obvious. How much more can be said about the Paula Deen debacle or illegal immigration? Both are so obvious it has been hard for me to come up with a new spin, so I took the easy way out. Snark. I have nothing against snark in and of itself, but the blogododecahedron is bursting at the seams with snark, and it has all been done before. By me even under different screen names. When a post is nothing but snark, it just smacks of laziness.

2.) The other reason is I am lazy.

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06/28/2013 at 10:04 pm