Preaching in the WN desert

Nobody listens, not even you.
Like the mud races and women, the white man has become overwhelmed with vanity. “Men reading fashion magazines. Oh what a world we live in.” This is largely the result Jew programming accelerating and magnifying natural, base tendencies of the human condition.
We live in a “me” generation that’s all about me! Me! ME! Where the white male once rapidly advanced beyond this infantile, self centered state into adulthood, Jews have now regressed him to the playpen for an extended portion of his life. Just look at the number of white males well into their thirties and forties still riding skateboards, playing video games and following juvenile clothing and hairstyle fashions.
Because of this infantile, self-centered, worldview that everything revolves around them, the white man-child spends his time stamping his feet for attention and screaming out his views instead of listening to others.
The primary problem with white males is the majority of them think they, and they alone, have a unique perspective on the world that surmounts the false perceptions of others. Worse, they are easily offended when someone takes issue with their views.
This was a situation where military service once served a useful purpose, but does so no longer in this Jewish age of kindergarten time out cards. There was a great awaking that began the moment a DI jumped on the bus at two in the morning began yelling and screaming obscenities one had never heard before.
“Get off the bus, get off the fucking bus you worthless maggots! Get your fucking, maggot asses off the bus NOW!” When sleepy heads did not respond instantly, the DI started grabbing recruits to bodily throw them off the bus, adding to a pile of bodies mounting over yellow painted footsteps.
For weeks after, one was called worthless”, “maggot”, “scum”, “shit” and curiously “lady”, along with many other derogatory, demeaning expletives; like frequently being told how one was “lower than whale shit” while being beat mercilessly for the slightest infraction of the rules.
The result of this experience was a sudden shift in world view. An understanding that one was not the special little one their parents had led them to believe. The fact is, almost instantly one became no one of any consequence, nothing at all, a “maggot lower than whale shit.”
One soon learned they were just another expendable organism to be exploited and consumed for the whims of those organisms exerting greater influence than themselves. This was the beginning of a hardening process for the soul, a great awaking as to what the real world is like and one’s true connection to it.
At the time, the DI was the most hated person one had ever encountered in their short life. Towards the end, DI’s would say, “you may hate us now, but one day you’ll thank us for this.” We would think like fucking hell I will! You fucking asshole, you’re crazy if you think I will ever thank you for this.
I am here to say at this late date, what those DIs did was the greatest favor ever extended to me and I thank them for it. I will be forever grateful for the reality those DIs beat into me. Thanks assholes – from the bottom of my heart – thanks.
While the ensuing four years of military service faded from importance, those first weeks in bootcamp never have, for in the deepest recesses of my soul, I’m still “just a maggot lower than whale shit.” It is said the French Foreign Legion once had a sign posted over the doors of their recruit station that read: “Ceux qui passent par ces portes sont déjà morts”, “Those passing through these doors are already dead,” nicely summing up the soldier’s true value.
A second great awakening came from my wife. When I would become apoplectic with rage over some perceived wrong, like being cut off on the highway, my wife would say “don’t take it personally.” Seething with rage, I would yell, “What the fuck do you mean by that? Don’t take it personally”, I would huff; “don’t take it personally that son of a bitch just . . .?”
It took me many years to figure out what she was trying to tell me. I would not comprehend the meaning of that phrase until she utterly destroyed me in a divorce, taking everything I had, everything I loved. Shattered dreams and facing life on the street again, this time at 55, brought me to the sudden realization of how worthless I really was, remembering once again, how I was “lower than whale shit.”
Only then did the truth dawn, people were not attacking my person. In fact people did not care whether I lived, died, shit or went blind; their actions were merely those of self serving interests. Somehow I had gotten in the way of their progress.
When one understands this most fundamental of all life’s lessons, they will no longer suffer the problem of anger, indignation or impatience over what others say and do. After all when one is “lower than whale shit” everyone else is far above them. This is the reason saints constantly reminded themselves they were worthless worms, sent here by the grace of a creator to learn these lessons.
Therefore I suggest you cease worrying about who listens and who doesn’t, just carry on your work and realize that if the work has value, at some point its value will be recognized. Do this with the understanding and acceptance that only a few individuals will ever listen, the rank and file will never pay any attention.
For what it’s worth, I recognize the value of your work. That’s why I’m here. I like the cut of your jib and how you sail against the tide.