Webbon’s

I agree with you. I still kick myself for my moment of weakness, changing my mind from my original sensible view to ‘give him the benefit of the doubt’. I was reading my diary comments back recently, all charting the shift, and the eventual recuperation of accepting he’s irredeemable. The gall of him! Denouncing Ben Shapiro as a ‘foreign operative’ whilst all the while indifferent – or actually supportive – of the gathering Negro problem present in that country from the emancipation of slaves (or longer, back to the start, if one acknowledges the Christian values that facilitated it, hard coded into their founding). Thorough traitors calling out other conservative scum as traitors, with no reflection on their own sordid contribution, it’s ludicrous!

I tire of hearing lines like ‘with the white people; with the Christians…’ from Fuentes here, and from so many other idiots on the right (it’s common on the British Telegram channels I briefly scan daily), as if the two terms were naturally synonymous, as if they had genuine common ground. The thick irony of almost everything Fuentes says, the assumptive double standard, delivered unselfconsciously, with no reflection ever evident leads me to consider him an idiot, fundamentally blind to the damage of his faith. Still, he’s not a great danger to the developing future in my eyes, thankfully, even if he did achieve a presidency, just another roadblock in the way; another one of these tools who will learn the hard way with the coming of a inexorable collapse that washes them all away.

That later relaxed attitude of (in my paraphrase of his lackadaisical sentiment) ‘Ha ha ha, the black man thinks he’s white! Oh it’s all very funny! I’d vote for him! Whatever could ever be the issue with these people, our interchangeable compatriots, naturally…’, gaslighting Negro criminality and the frequent murder of Aryans at the hand of primitive subhuman animals, and Joel Webbon hitting the nail on the head for himself shortly afterwards ‘I’m a normie, ha ha, I can cope with crazy…’.

Listening to normies drains me. One of my acquaintances sarcastically said to me recently when I called out ‘where are you?’: ‘I’ve run away with a black man!’, to which I replied in anger ‘in which case you deserve everything you’ll get…’ and was again gently reproached with a ‘it’s just an funny expression, have you never heard it?’ to which I could only inquire ‘what’s funny about it?’. Normies don’t take this issue seriously.

It’s a bad as hearing my ‘friend’ glowingly recount the qualities of a black movie actor from another in the long list of trashy modern films he’s just watched at the cinema, and having to see him blithely heap on the praise, impervious to experiencing the ‘Them + Us’ nature of reality for as long as true humans have existed on this planet. I used to think the most normal marker of sanity was an instinctive in group/out group awareness; a firm, fundamental friend/enemy distinction. I still never quite come to terms with just how many of your ‘body snatched pods’ there are out there.