With the ascension of MeinTrumpenFuhrer to the Oval Office, his campaign manager, Kellyanne Conway has become the first Woman in American herstory to ever successfully manage a Presidential campaign to victory!
No feminists could be reached for comment about such a herstorical milestone being reached…most were otherwise occupied with wailing and gnashing their teeth.
The consensus has been manufactured and the narrative has been coordinated worldwide. The talking heads on the tell-a-vision and the commissars that produce our digital print media have told us what to think about Pizzagate, and to even consider thinking otherwise or looking any further into the topic means we are raving whackaloon conspiritards suffering from alt-right fever dreams about fake news.
The fifth column in the fourth estate has spoken.
DON’T READ ANYTHING FOR YOURSELF.
DON’T WASTE TIME WITH FAKE NEWS.
WE HAVE TOLD YOU ALL THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW.
PLEASE RESUME YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING:
For the past seven years, we have had a number of cases for which crimes against any minority ethnic or homosexual committed by any persons with a lighter shade of hue to their skin who once drunkenly uttered the N-word ten years ago at a party, got the additional Federal charges of Hate Crime tacked on to their prosecutions. But the cases of any crimes committed against heterosexual white Christians in this country by any anointed minorities have not seen the use of such statutes to date. But now we got our Trumpenfuhrer taking over, and we got ourselves a growing Whitelash, it’s about time we got us some equality going here!
Hold off on the celebrations for a moment now….what exactly is being won here? Equality for whites under social justice, at the expense of our Freedom of Speech?
For make no mistake about it, these Hate Crime laws were lobbied for and passed in the name of social justice. The Hate Crime legislation is patently unconstitutional and should have never been passed in the first place.
That they have been used almost exclusively on white’s charged with crimes of violence for the past seven years doesn’t mean it’s time to celebrate that we’ve finally got a case for blacks to get hit with the extra charges of Thought Crime. That’s just affirming and upholding laws that should have never been passed in the first place. Kidnapping, assault with a deadly weapon, terroristic threatening, burglarly….all these charges in this case should be more than enough justification to sequester these hoodlums into the Prison-Industrial complex for long enough to see appropriate justice done.
The Fantastic Five noticed him too and, gathering together in a V-formation of happy force, triumphantly strutted across the street toward the iconic white liberal, whereupon they rudely impaled his personal space to remove the last anti-Trump poster that happened to be on the traffic pole situated at that corner right where he was standing and fuming. One of the Five swung in front of the manlet and made a dramatic show of crumpling the poster and tossing it into the garbage for a sweet three-point conversion.
The funniest outtake from this scene was the manlet’s utter enfeeblement in the face of an impudent provocation from his mortal enemies. Snarling from a distance, he was left speechless and catatonic when the Five entered his comfort zone; his inability to act on his suppressed rage a reminder of his low-T futility.
I loved witnessing his libsnarl give way in slo-mo glory to a chin-tucked, downcast-eyed, beta male turtling once he realized the Five were heading his way to commit what he must have fantasized was unimaginable horrors against his nonblack body.
Nothing physical happened, this time, but something much worse occurred: the ouster of the shitlib from his position of power in the public space he considered his own, and his abject humiliation in the face of real resistance.
It took three of our Facebook pages getting shut down, but I’m finally tired of taking the “high road”. It might be time to start fighting fire with fire. If nothing else, it will ensure some form of mutually guaranteed self-destruction (I am okay with this).
If you haven’t joined the AgeOfShitlords forum yet, then now is the time to do so. It’s a free forum where all views are accepted, and where you can say anything you want, free from the grasping hands of mark Cuckerberg. In case we ever get deleted from Facebook again, the forum would make it easier to regroup and immobilize with all the other Shitlords and Shitposters who have been following us for the past few years.
It takes less than 2 minutes to register.
Less than 6 minutes, if you’re autistic.
Do it or I’ll rape you.
I now have an arsenal of rape gear, thanks to all the money that you guys have donated.
There’s the notion that the Army will make boys into men. Well, college now does just the opposite. If you weren’t raised by a helicopter mommy, they’ll make up for that at Syracuse “University” by making it seem like Syracuse Nursery School.
Anthony Gockowski writes at Campus Reform that Syracuse has just launched a “STOP Bias” campaign warning students about potential offenses like “displaying a sign that is color-coded pink for girls and blue for boys.”
Yes, that’s right. College — formerly a center of free speech and free inquiry — is now about restraining young adult men and women from associating the horror of the color pink with being female.
You don’t find many young men suitable for your daughter? Don’t make me laugh.
I look around and I don’t see very many young women who even come close to being suitable wife material. Maybe we should all consider the possibility that the reason that young people are not getting married in their previous numbers is not from a so-called dearth of suitable men – it’s due to there not being many suitable women out there.
And unlike young women, young men are indeed behaving as if this is the case. They’re looking around and seeing the narcissistic and egotistical harridans who scream about feminism and their “rights” while they slouch through life with everything being handed to them on a golden platter of “you go girl!” And these young guys are thinking that they’d have to be out of their goddam minds to hook up with one of these walking disasters. And they’d be right.
The debased beta is a creature of the modern dystopian West. His kind was vanishingly rare before THEE CURRENT EPOCH, because any males in such craven, open revolt against their masculinity were bullied into social seclusion and ignored by women with anything on the ball. (Or they successfully transmogrified their effeminacy into a strength by becoming the charming dandy lover to loveless housewives.) But now they effloresce all across America’s fruitcup plains, glorified by the media, championed by disingenuous feminists, and medicated into an epicene stupor by Femme Pharma, corn, and porn.
Debased betaness is a bastardized form of the handicap principle.
Self-deprecation is part of the seducer’s skill set that can be occasionally indulged to one’s benefit, *IF* one can afford to do so.
But the abject and egregious and endless self-deprecation by which debased betas practically define themselves is a different beast entirely. It’s not a counter-signal of high male SMV, but rather a direct signal of the beta’s low sexual worth.
One wonders why debased betas (DBs) allow themselves to sink so low on the masculinity scale, and to flaunt their plushboy androgyny publicly to the cheers of fellow freaks and the jeers of the sexually dimorphic. Is the DB simply a virtue whore for the femkunt kollective, or is there a deeper psychological motivation explaining his self-inflicted emasculation?
I was bitching about this before bitching about this was cool. And yes. I do have a fucking flip phone. Prepaid burner flip phone. Don’t call me. I’ll call you.
“I work here in a hotel,” my new best Italian buddy said, “and the thing that drives me crazy the most is the people that sit down to dinner and they don’t talk. They just sit there on their phones! How the fuck can you be doing that even at the dinner table? The other night there was a power blackout for half an hour. No wi-fi, no internet, we had to light candles. And what happened? Suddenly the dining room was loud. People were talking because they had no other choice. It was like a miracle. It even sounded alien to me.”
“What happened when the lights came back on?” I said.
He shrugged. “They immediately went back to their phones and the room fell into silence once again. It doesn’t really matter what we stick in front of these imbeciles to eat. They’d shovel any old shit into their mouths as long as they can still surf the internet.”
I reached into my pocket. “You know that threat that I made earlier about me watching a video too? That was an idle threat. I wouldn’t have been able to follow through with it.” I showed him my little Nokia phone that lets me send texts, make calls, and nothing else.
His eyes shone with pleasure. “Now that is a real fucking phone! Everyone should have a phone like that. We could go back to being sociable again.”