Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Updates from the Muslim World

I really hate how the media fanatically follows a story for a few days, and then drops it forever once they find another story to exploit. Here are updates to some of the stories I have been following over the past few months:

Update on story: My Name is Tanya, I mean Misbah!
Custody battle over half-British, half-Paki girlcow ends – Misbah is to stay in Fudgepakerstan with her Paki-father. Now, if Britain can only get every other Paki and half-Paki to go home!

Update on story: Bulgarian Nurses face Execution in Libya
Update: Qaddafi’s son says the nurses won’t be executed.
Update: Libya levels new charge against nurses – they are accused of slandering the Police after the women reported being raped and tortured while in custody.
Update, CDN Exclusive: Libyan nurses responsible for eclipses and carbuncles – raping them too good for them!

Monday, January 29, 2007

Negroes are Such Terrible Liars

Remember back in September of last year when an 11-year-old Negress sexually serviced ten Negro men ranging from young teenagers to a 40-year-old? Well, the case has remained quietly tucked away in the recesses of the Media system, but I have tried to keep an eye on it. Recently, a 14-year-old Negro boy who was serviced during the "gang-rape" was convicted. Here is a little amusing detail that I feel reveals a great deal about Negro integrity and honesty (as if this story wasn't already enough commentary on those two qualities {or the Negro lack there of}):

Court records show that eight members of the boy's family, including his mother, had agreed to testify that he was at a family reunion until 10 p.m. the night of the assaults - until the boy's DNA was shown to be among the evidence found on the girl.


Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Oh no, not again.

Over 600 people have visited my blog today so far, based on IP addresses. Last Friday, my total visitors were 4. Something called Cruel.Com picked up my joke about Jewish porn.

I had two comments about my joke.

To the poster calling himself “Horse…”: I don’t respond well to vulgarity, no matter what the intentions are, flattering or hateful. I’m just not interested.

To the poster who said “’Jewish porn for Jews’…as opposed to Jewish porn for gentiles?”
Yes, that was my point. There is an age old accusation that Jews are pornographers, who create pornography to subvert gentile culture. My play on this was to ask the question “Do Jews make a different kind of pornography for themselves?” The absurdity of my answer was that the answer to the question was based on another stereotype. Someone help me with this one, if I am not getting the point the poster was making.
Welcome first and last time visitors from Cruel.Com. Uh...that's about it. Thanks.
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Now, on with another story…

The Chairman posted a response to my expressed hatred of my local media whores. It got me thinking back to a time, long ago, when news reporting supposedly meant something. However, my reminiscences only reinforced the Chairman’s point of view. Case in point:

When I was about 10 years old, I helped two young brothers (as in they were related to one another, not that they were yo-yo, hippity hop brothas) from my neighborhood, an 18-year-old and an 11-year-old, build a giant snowman in the communal backyard of the townhouse development I lived in. We stacked benches on top of my family’s picnic table to haul up the mid-section and the head. The finished product was over 10-feet high, had arms made from branches torn of a living (though leafless for the winter) tree (I cringe now when I think of dismembering that tree), and had a makeshift scarf. We carved the face in the snow, as a carrot and charcoal eyes could not do such a massive head justice. I think this is the same logic used to put makeup on Barbara Walters.

Anyhoo…To our surprise, the local television station sent reporters to film the snowman. As they interviewed us, other kids from the development, and a few parents, filtered out and joined in the unexpectedly festive event. The reporters only stayed for about 20-minutes, but we were all very excited at the prospect of seeing ourselves on the news.

That night, our snowman was on the news, but the three of us who built it and were interviewed first were not. Instead, the only person connected with the snowman in the report and allowed to speak was a cute little girl, probably about 5-years-old. She had come outside with her sisters when the news team arrived. When he was done interviewing the three of us, the news reporter had asked her “What’s the snowman’s name?” And when the little girl looked dazed, her big sister had prompted her with an appropriate (though appropriated) name, “Frosty”, which the young girl repeated. But the news story had cut out the prompting, and there was just the little girl’s answer to the question.

During the brief story, I was shown among the crowd around the snowman. All that was seen of me was the back of my head, which was covered by a navy blue toboggan (toque). Silly me, I was still excited to catch a glimpse of myself on television.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Winter Weather Advisory

Today I had the misfortune of watching local news in order to gather information on inclement weather conditions. Here’s what I encountered:

Story #) Description
1) People aren’t keeping their New Year’s Resolutions – local YMCA has seen fewer visitors since the first of the year.
2) 2 weeks ago people were asking, “Where’s Winter?”, now they want to know when it will end.
3) If you haven’t gotten your winter supplies yet, one local hardware store says there is still time! Recommends shovels.
4) Are your pets ready for winter? Small dogs are more affected by cold temperatures than larger dogs.
*) Commercial break for local Toyota dealer, football players I have never seen or heard of are jumping up in down in place advocating used and new Toyota vehicles

My questions:
What are the roads like?
What is the weather like in cities nearby that I might be traveling to/through?
Why do my eyes and ears bleed when I watch local news?

I am now leaving home at ~5:30 a.m. giving myself an extra half hour for a one hour drive. If I don’t return – Avenge me! - promise me you’ll kill everyone at your local news station.

Disclaimer: The preceding commentary was a joke and not meant to be taken literally. I am not advocating the murder of local news people. I am expressing disbelief at their incompetence and subsequent ineffectiveness. OH GOD…now they are telling people how to join the BIRTHDAY CLUB which will read your name on the air when it’s your birthday.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Jewish Pornography

There have been more than a few sex scandals lately among the "movement".

I have often heard it said among White Nationalists that the majority of pornographers are Jews intent on destroying Western culture/morals. This got me wondering, if Jews make pornography to degrade gentile society, do they make different pornography for themselves?

After careful research I have uncovered Jewish pornography for Jews, and have correlated the examples to the type of pornography the Jews inflict on gentiles. WARNING: The following is graphic content for Jews, non-Jews will not be titillated.

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Here is a typical piece of Jewish pornography aimed at Jews:


The rest of these pictures illustrate various forms of perversion Jews normally inflict on others via pornography, but in this case put to use for the Jews own deviant pleasures:

Bondage / S&M:



Underage / Pedophilia:



Bestiality:

Rough / Hardcore:



Gay:

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Mean-Spirited Fat Joke

The world’s first test tube baby has given birth to a naturally-conceived child of her own.
Here is a picture of the mother:


Wow, it must have been tough getting the 5X test tube back before the days of Lane Bryant’s laboratory department.

BTW: Even though I am an enormous fat person, I still think well-constructed fat jokes are funny.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Is it the result of the sheets they wear that they cannot get their minds off of bedroom misbehavior?

Gordon Young, formerly of the KLU Klux Klan, faces child sex charges.

Does anyone here remember his radio show on TRN?
It seems that Gordon has been asking himself, “What would Yahweh do?”
Here’s a hint Mr. Young: Just because Yahweh doesn’t mind knocking up 14-year-old, virgin, “true” Israelite girls, doesn’t mean you can try to do the same.


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Talk About Dumpster Diving

This article is posted over at Hal Turner’s Site, with his comment:

ILLEGAL ALIEN KILLS HER BABY
THROWS DEAD BODY IN TRASH CAN!

Claims she was raped (by another illegal alien) and didn't know what to do with the baby.I guess all the publicity telling women they can drop their unwanted children off at a hospital, fire house or police precint -NO QUESTIONS ASKED - didn't get through to her.

I responded over there, but I am also posting my response here for those who may miss it:

AA says:
If this mestizo was raped, then she demonstrated perfect reasoning and exemplary willpower to dispose of the product of her assault. It takes a special kind of guilt-ridden social Marxism to think that a mother should be burdened with raising the child of her rapist.

If this mestizo was not raped, then her behavior is an excellent means of exposing not the supposed barbarity of her race, but of the madness of our own!

Quoting from a New York Times article on the case:

- Her claim set off an extensive search inside and outside the hospital. The police reviewed video surveillance tapes, and helicopter and canine units were mobilized to search surrounding areas.

- It is particularly heartbreaking, he said, because after the boy’s early birth, “the child was given the best medical care at Jacobi Hospital.”

- If convicted, she faces up to 25 years to life in prison.

Imagine the resources our society has devoted to this illegal alien and her premature, unwanted offspring. Not only did our society give her free medical care for her delivery and the required care for her premature infant, we are devoting hundreds of man hours to searching for her dead infant, and now will end up paying for her [an illegal alien] to live off the state for the next 25-years of her life.

Take note: Some articles assert Rojas told authorities that a Black man (1) (2)had taken her baby from her at gunpoint. Other articles say it was a man dressed in black. I would be very interested in seeing the police report in this case, to get some insight into the opacity of her attacker. After all, when a white woman like the creepy runaway bride Jennifer Wilbanks did it, or when Susan Smith did it, it was a racist act condemned by every media source reporting the case.

Friday, January 12, 2007

In Memoriam: Helen Hill

Helen Hill, independent filmmaker, advocate for the poor and downtrodden, mother of a two-year-old son, was murdered by a gunshot through the neck in her own living room 04 January 2007. Her brother described Helen and her slaying thusly:

“She was a wonderfully compassionate, loving, liberal person,” he said Thursday. “There was not a selfish bone in her body. That is what is so horrifyingly tragic about this. If there was anyone on the face of this Earth who did not deserve this, it was Helen.”
Yesterday, a week after Helen’s death, a rally against violence was held in her honor. Thousands marched through the streets of New Orleans demanding an end to the escalating violence in their afflicted city.

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That is as much as I can say about Helen Hill without offending anyone. Now, let us go beyond the sanitized version, to the version I hope will besmirch her memory and satisfy the intense gleeful hatred I have for her and her kind. I invoke my Dark and Terrible God of Irony to sup upon this humble diatribe!
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In Memoriam: Helen Hill, She Got What She Deserved

Oh dear Helen, we hardly knew ye! Before last week, you were just another hopelessly misled do-gooder, attempting to rebuild New Orleans into the city of tolerance and hope it never was. The darkies you shoveled out expired beets and creamed corn to at your “Food, Not Bombs” charity marveled at your sheer stupidity, wondered why you had not gotten the message that New Orleans was a Chocolate city that didn’t need your kind.

What were you thinking when that Nigger gunned you down in your living room? Was it a revelation to you? Did you hope that no one would make the assumption that it was a nigger that did this? Now that the assumption is made, does it pain you? Is it more painful than the bullet in your neck was? If it had been a white man that shot you, at least some description could be offered to the public. Were his eyes blue, green, or brown? Was his hair blonde, red, brown, or black? But why bother offering a description in a city that saw five other people shot within a day of your killing? We all know it would be just another unidentified black male perpetrator to add to the pile. I can almost hear you wailing from Hell right now, “You’re a racist!”

From amidst the roaring flames of the underworld, did you hear what your brother told CNN? It really was just too delightful. Your faggoty brother (hair courtesy of Ellen DeGeneres, glasses courtesy of Lisa Loeb, stubble and desire to engage in buttsex courtesy of George Michael) told the world: “There is a community there [in New Orleans] that because of the context and circumstance is breeding a culture of violence, and it’s because they need help.” Yes, it was the dual monstrosities of context and circumstance that blew a hole through your neck, Helen. You just didn’t give those poor people quite enough help to overcome their context, and certainly not enough help to overcome their circumstance! Yes, if you had, you would still be alive. Heed the wisdom of your gay brother, Helen, should you be reincarnated any time soon.

Did you know there was a march in your honor yesterday? The Mayor of Chocolate City was there, but almost no other coloreds were there. Check this quote out:

Marching up Poydras Street to City Hall, one of Thursday’s few black demonstrators, Isadell Icastle, said: “I was totally shocked when I came here, that they didn’t have more black people out here.”

Pardon me a moment while a catch a breath, Helen. Ah, laughter. You lovely liberal crackers just don’t draw the crowds, do you? Blacks don’t protest silly! They riot. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that?

Social Marxist / Liberal Protestors, in serious need of Helen Hill style neck ventilation

Before I forget, let me ask you how it felt to see your Jew husband running away from your attacker. As your severed carotid gushed all over the floor, and the untermensch-attacker pursued your fleeing untermensch-Juden and shot him in the back, did you rethink you stance on the 2nd amendment? Or did you continue to believe the propaganda you were weened on, that "guns = death", therefore no one should be allowed to have them? Was being a race traitor, producing a half-breed, living in a shack in New Orleans, devoting your life to helping poor nonwhites, all the dream you could ever hope for? Was your death worth it? Now that your Juden husband has taken his half-breed son and fled to Canada, abandoning the charity you created, leaving the home you rebuilt, foregoing the mission you devoted your life to, does it affirm your faith in him?

Helen Hill and her Jew husband - waiting for the short bus.

Dear Helen, didn’t anyone ever tell you that no good deed goes unpunished? My bloodlust is sated. Reading back over my own work, I am disgusted at my own heartless contempt for your worthless life. That’s how I know I did a good job slandering your memory before the ages. Rest now - you haven’t earned it, but it’s all you have left.

P.S. If one of you pansy, liberal cocksuckers happens upon my Blog while searching for Helen Hill material, be so kind as to let loose your hatred. It pleases me to imagine you flower sniffing potheads quivering with rage over an offense to one of your own. I'm sure you'll find a way to blame Helen's death on intolerant, bigoted people like me anyway - I am just saving you some time by giving you a focus.

EDIT, 13 January 2007: The Chairman offers his own hilarious prayer for Helen Hill :)

All hail the CDN's 'Dark and Terrible God of Irony' in this, the Benevolent's finest hour!

Let us honor our great god by offering up the couple's own words and actions as a sacrifice to their vile evil spirits of: Liberal Activism, Incredible Ignorance and Shameless Hypocrisy.

[However, before we begin, let us note that this is what happens when you don't offer free booze with the free food! Damned fools.]

Let us begin the ritual.

It is written:"Helen Hill and Gailiunas, both Harvard graduates, settled in New Orleans in 2001. They fell in love with the city after vacationing there."

Let us ask:

This 'Harvard', of which the Juden press talks, is this a Special-Ed school? They fell in love with the city after a vacation? What kind of mental retards are attracted to a negroid infested, smelly humid sh*thole 20 feet below sea level, established by (of all people) the French? Thy ways are a great mystery.

It is written:

"They evacuated to Columbia to stay with Hill’s mother and stepfather, Becky and Kevin Lewis, who are professors at USC, days before Hurricane Katrina in 2005."

Let it be said:

So they got up and bailed out on their fellow humans in need, high-tailed it to Columbia, and leeched off mommy and daddy as the storm blew in and all the niggers ran wild? Blessed be the Spirit of Hipocrisy! Amen.

It is written:

"After the Katrina flood, the couple went to live with Hill's family in South Carolina, but Hill yearned to return. She organized their New Orleans friends to start a letter-writing campaign to persuade Gailiunas that it was a good idea to return..."

Let it be said:

WHAT!? This insane liberal activist c*nt instigated a letter writing campaign against her -own- partner?! Oh my greatest god, thy judgements are just and true! We cannot question thy eternal logic; thy Irony is infinite in wisdom. We are humbled by thy brilliance!

It is written:

"He is lost. They were so in love and he is in shock, but he's doing his best for Francis, because Francis is just like Helen, just this ball of beautiful, crazy energy that is infectious."

Let it be said:

Then Francis (a transgender name) is most certainly a 'diseased' child and you would be wise to dump him in the nearest recycling bin... lest he start a letter writing campaign for you to move back to the exact spot of his mother's redemption! But wait, you're a kike, so on second thought, keep and honor it.

It is written:

"Paul and Helen, are the type of people who would have opened their door to anybody and given them anything they wanted without any threat of violence, so just the idea that somebody would feel they needed to go to that step is incomprehensible."

Let it be said:

Those niggers wanted 'whitey & hymie' outta their 'hood but the morons wouldn't leave.. 'so ya gotz ta be killed'. 'Feelings' had nothing to do with it, it's business ya stupid muthaf*cka!Let us close by stating that Helen Hill's Hymie Husband seems to have had an awakening of the Spirit from his experience... the kike headed straight to the Great White North of Canada. Blessed be the Spirit of Hypocrisy!

Let us rejoice: Hallelujah!

Hail Dark and Terrible God of Irony!

Amen.

From The Chairman, Posted Sat Jan 13, 06:45:00 PM EST, my response within

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Sticky Rice? No, thanks.


Sen. Barbara Boxer, D-Calif., noted Rice has no children of her own to lose overseas. "Who pays the price?" Boxer repeatedly demanded. "You're not going to pay a particular price," she told Rice, because the secretary has no "immediate family" at risk.

I am not aware that Boxer does either.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

The media does not have an agenda.
The media has never had an agenda.
The media is our friend.
The media has always been our friend.

Over at CNN.com, Jeanne Moos is feeding the sheeple another one of her human interest stories, otherwise known as softball media schlock. This time she is showing morons on the streets of New York City a picture of Barack Obama in a swimsuit, emerging from the surf on a beach in Hawaii. Some of the morons are impressed; the others think he looks a little fat. Moos squelches the disparaging fat remarks with a non sequitur quote from a fellow at Obama’s health club, who states that Obama doesn’t have enough fat on him to amount to a pat of butter. She then shows pictures of the Clintons dancing on the beach and says “Boy did they look white as ghosts!” I suppose that is supposed to be an insult to counterbalance anyone daring to think Obama looked fat in his swimsuit. Moos seems to say, “At least Obama is always brown!”

Personally, I don’t see what all the fuss is about. It’s just more race-mixing, we-love-all-niggers bullshit. The video ends with a still frame of an anonymous text message: “I WANT HIM!” Draw your own conclusions. You can watch the story in the CNN.com videolinks. During the video, check out the Jewess who looks like the bride of Frankenstein with her hair let down – she was good for a laugh (not with her mind you - at her).

For those who don’t want to waste time on the video, I have the picture of Obama in his swimsuit below:

Monday, January 08, 2007

Oh, the Mundanity!

The last job I held was as a video store clerk. I was a teenager. To give you an idea how long ago it was: there were no DVDs, only VHS cassettes and Laser Discs.

Today, I worked for the first time in more than a decade. It is an unpaid position related to my major. I have to do this until May. Afterward, I have to look for real work. To give you an idea how this all makes me feel – I threw up all over myself while driving home today. That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but it sums up my feelings.

In other news:

Something called the Drunk Report linked to my Blog. I don’t know what the Drunk Report is, but it has a picture of Harley and Poison Ivy from Batman: The Animated Series. (Ah, cartoons...America's only native artform. I don't count jazz because it sucks. - Bart Simpson). That seems like a good omen. The link was to the post about “The Future Nicole Brown Simpson.” Perhaps they made a mistake?

When I got home, I checked my StatCounter log like I normally do. Instead of my steady 6 visitors/friends, I have had around 100. That would be ~94 first and last time visitors today. My primary thought was: Oh Dear God, what have I done? I never realized how much I don’t want attention. I was grateful that none of the new visitors posted any comments. I wouldn’t know what to do in that case.

So…
Hello, visitors from the Drunk Report. Thank you for visiting my Blog. And thank you for leaving as politely as you arrived. That was very thoughtful of you. You seem like quality folks.

Best Wishes,
Adrean Arlott

The Grand Wizard of Oz says: Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, you fucking alcoholic race traitor faghag in ruby slippers. Now get out of here and take your ragtag flock of homosexual stereotypes with you.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Here We Go Again

1)
From Overthrow.com:
Kevin Strom Arrested For Child Porn

From ABCnews:
White Supremacist Busted on Child-Porn Charge

2)
From Overthrow.com
7Chan Admits Hal Turner Paid Them

What in God's name is going on in this so-called movement?
A New Year, From the Chairman

Observe for yourselves the decay of the sense of sin, the growth of innocence and irresponsibility, the strange modifications of the reproductive instinct with a tendency to become bisexual or epicene, the childlike confidence in progress combined with a nightmare fear of catastrophe, against which we are yet half willing to take precautions.

Consider the outcrop of dictatorships, only possible when moral growth is in its earliest stages, and the prevalence of infantile cults like Communism, Facism, Pacifism, Health Crazes, Occultism in nearly all its forms, religions sentementalized to the point of extinction.

Consider the popularity of TV & movies, cell phones, ipods, the football pools and gambling competitions, all devices for soothing fractious infants, no seed of purpose in them.

Consider sport, the babyish enthusiasms and rages which it excites, whole nations disturbed by disputes between boys.

Consider war, the atrocities which occur daily and leave us unmoved and hardly worried.

Liberty stirs once more in the womb of Time.

The 'abnormal' man who forsees the trend of the times and adapts circumstance intelligently, is laughed at, persecuted, often destroyed by the herd; but he and his heirs, when the crisis comes, are survivors.

We supress the individual in more and more ways. We think in terms of the herd. War no longer kills soldiers' it kills all indiscriminately. Every new measure of the most democratic and autocratic governments is Communistic in essence. It is always restriction.

They suppress all true art, literature, theatre, music, news, that does not meet their requirements; yet the world only moves by the light of genius. The herd will be destroyed enmasse.

And so, as has been the case through the ages, Nature will exact her price upon all who show contempt or attempt to circumvent her eternal laws: survival is granted to the swift, the strong, the ruthless, the adaptable.

You egalitarians and socialists are children; ultimately, not only will you perish, you shall be despised. This is not our plan or goal, it is the eternal Law of Nature. We, its enforcers.

When your dollar collapses, your stock market crashes, and the oil no longer flows; we shall prepare and celebrate while you huddle with Fear. You will wait for the socialized state officials to rescue you, they will never come.

We shall pass you by, for you did not believe, and the Law declares you must be left behind.

At that moment, on that day, you will face the horrible reality... that we were correct! We shall be vindicated, victorious. You will die.So, numb your mind for one more New Year.

Indeed, let us begin.. to provoke the end.

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AA Says:
Exquisite - Thank you for posting this, my friend.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Oh, Hi there! How have you been? That’s great.
One question: Who the Hell Are You?

Today, my classmates and I were touring a certain medical facility. As we were leaving, a young man in pristine scrubs, wearing a dangling surgical mask, approached me and caught my arm. With great warmth and confidence he greeted me, not by name, but it was apparent he recognized me. We made small talk for several minutes. He was a friendly fellow.

This is not an infrequent occurrence for me. I get recognized and greeted by former classmates while I am out and about. Here’s the problem: I NEVER know who these people are until after the fact, and sometimes I move on never having remembered who they were. Conversely, my appearance and manners are odd enough that they tend to stick in the minds of those I encounter.

I was dumbfounded by this encounter. Whenever something like this happens, a certain uneasiness descends on me like a fog. I pride myself on being a smooth, articulate speaker in general, but when my human recognition system fails, I can barely form a complete sentence. I look shocked, trapped – I struggle like a drowning man. Some people handle my stupor tactfully, some take offense, but all become cold to me in the event of future contact. I can never make up for giving them the feeling (or for directly telling them) I do not remember them.

Names and faces I have an admitted problem with, and yet, I can remember minute details about my childhood friends. I can remember a video game released anytime from yesterday to 25 years ago, and describe how I beat it. I can find my way back to any location I have been to after only one visit. I remember almost all commercial jingles and cartoon theme songs I have ever encountered.

Regardless, if I sat next to the same person for four months in class, spoke to the person casually, heard the person’s name and perhaps even spoke it – it means nothing. It is simply wiped from my memory.

This is not new. On the first day of high school, I was approached by someone who knew me from elementary school. He asked me all sorts of questions. He called me by name. He was very friendly.

I was a rabbit being chewed up by a rabid wolf.

Unexpectedly, he stopped. I had done everything to remember who this person was, but I still had not a clue. He bluntly asked, “You don’t know who I am, do you?” “No, I have no idea.” I replied, “I’m so sorry. I’ve been trying to remember.” His face became grim. I went to that school for three more years. He never spoke to me again. I tried to smile and say hello to him in the hall. He wouldn’t make eye contact.

Like it or not, this is a racist blog, so everything must return to race eventually. I say racist, not racialist. Racist is to Racialist as Hellenic is to Hellenistic.

So here is my new concern. What if my racism arises from my lack of adequate face and name recall? Perhaps I must believe in inherent differences between phenotypes as a form of compensation for my aforementioned lack of recall. Perhaps I must profile because I lack the ability to classify people adequately as individuals. Perhaps I am so narcissistic that I don’t care who other people are. Yet, I do feel bad when someone makes a friendly overture and I cannot properly reciprocate.

I take great solace in you happy few. What do you think of this matter? What are your experiences with memory / recall?

I have tried to look into this matter online, but so far I only find gimmicks for memory “systems”.

And remember, I did get accidentally hit in the head a lot as a kid ;P
A face people try to forget

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Meet the Future Nicole Brown Simpson

Mwahahahaha



Yo betta hide yo knives, ho.
Click the picture for the full story.

Monday, January 01, 2007

A New Year

You were exultant. You were glory manifest in flesh. There was not a patch of soil upon which your boot had not tread and made compliant. You were a vision of perfection. Existence was given meaning by the force of your will. And now it is gone.

Where once you drew the line, corruption wells up and floods your boundaries. Your children are a blight of ineptitude and selfish folly. Your hallowed institutions are now hollowed cells. Your once commanding voice is a whimper of regret and self-loathing.

I deny you.

I cannot comprehend the heights from which you fell. To speak of tainted angels, a kingdom surrendered, does not begin to find comparison to your loss. Your worst mistakes have been heralded as triumphs in frenzied mass delusion.

Once I prayed for your salvation. No God is listening.
Then I worked for your preservation. You inhale the poison if prevented from swallowing it.
So I waited for you to awaken. Your somnambulist motion convinces you that you are not asleep.
Thus hope was buried amidst mud clad bodies and I abandoned you to your madness.

But you could not let me be.

I was content to rot slowly and eventually mix my ashes into the concrete you would use to build prisons and more presentable cages for your intransigent young. But I am now your target. My words must be your lies. My eyes must not behold what you choose not to illuminate. My heart must love the laws you break in order to make me dutifully obeisant.

You have made me your enemy, against all my wishes to be your partner. So be it.

If you wish to wallow in filth as swine do I shall treat you as swine and butcher you.
If you refuse to raise your offspring, I shall divorce you from them and make them my own.
If you will not govern this living chaos, I shall stamp order onto cities thick with corpses.
If you will not honor a God of Love, I am become your God of Death.

To cleanse, to purify, to set right – these are laughable.
To crush, to rend, to punish, to take revenge, to sterilize your Earth – these are what you deserve.

Let us begin.