I dont even know what to say. I looked up Shaniqua and almost every single one of these 20k loans were forgiven. Almost every single "company" had one employee.
One of my favorite bits of lore is that Justice Thomas was originally a staunch black nationalist and devotee of Malcom X. His shift to the right began when at Yale he lost his wallet and too his surprise, a white student found it and actually brought it back to him. He couldn’t believe a white person would show him that kindness. That white student was John Bolton
I just cannot for the life of me understand how India blew it so hard. For time immemorial the West has looked upon India as this spring of eternal wisdom, a magical place, immortalized by Greek poets in honeyed verse. And then, in the 19th century, German philologists realized something extraordinary! European languages descended from the same source as Sanskrit! Our symbols, myths, and thinkers shared so much! So grand was India in the western mind that new religious movements claimed to be directed by ascended masters dwelling in their mountain caves! German romantics fawned floral over the heirs of the Aryans! And then! Indians entered into modernity, and in one fell swoop relinquished centuries of good will
I will never forget reading the Mahabharata for the first time. What a grand epic! It put high fantasy to shame. It surpasses Homer! The heirs of this mythological genius must be Gods! Alas…
Nagarjuna! Plato’s only rival. A sublime mind of such genius! The race that produced this man must be divine itself! And yet!
Every first generation Indian I’ve met “loves America.” But when you take the time to investigate the object of this affection, what America is to them, you realize that this love is not so noble. It is not a patriotic emotion. They love America the way a businessman “loves” a cobalt mine, or the way a man loves his boat. They do not love America the nation, they love the “American dream.” America the Land of Opportunity and not America the Home of the Brave. America is a career path. A company. One which their cousins work for, and those cousins promised to put in a good word for them to the boss to get them a job too. America is a company with amazing benefits and great pay. But it’s not their home, and they will never see it as such. For an Indian to see America as a home is as ridiculous as an American employee viewing Walmart or McDonalds as their home. America is not a company who needs to scout the best talent. America is not a sports team. America is not a tech firm. Her soil is not a cubicle.
I am grateful to Elon Musk, I really am. But what I’ve seen from him the last couple days has me sick to my spleen. It has become painfully clear that Elon musk has the soul and mindset of an Indian. His motivations and perception of America is identical to that of the cretinous H1Bveks he surrounds himself with. These impulses must be bullied out of him
I love America because she is a Providential vessel. A womb. She holds within her a myth, an archetype, a thunderbolt to loosen upon the earth. Trump understands this. His recent rhetoric reveals him keen ambitions. His fingertips sit upon the nations pulse. Greenland. The Panama Canal. Canada. A great conflagration of energy, bringing the nation back as helmsman of history
I have never hated the Chinese. I have always admired them. They are worthy civilizational opponents. There is much that can be gleamed from their civilization. Ezra Pound understood this. Do you consider yourself more based then Pound?
Also have you noticed how the east asian diaspora in the west who become culturally negrified wiggers are always Koreans? What means
The problem is that most of what is traditionally admired by westerners in the chinese are their worst characteristics and attributes
"I admire how the chinese are hard workers"
No they are not. They are good at pretending they are hardworkers, they are sly as foxes and great at cheating, much like Italians. But the Chinese always puts his fellow chinaman first. This is admirable I think.
Ali Alexander, the half black half Arab man behind this account, is a notorious homosexual predator who preyed on young white conservative men with promises of advancing their political careers
This is absolutely ret@rded of course and will never happen but if we take this hypothetical to its conclusion its pretty funny. If this were to happen, it would mean that Europe basically becomes a third world ghetto, one in which the Gulf states and Iran would be deeply embarrassed about. The Muslim population is not increasing in Europe due to conversions but breeding. Seeing how the majority of Muslim influx to Europe is deeply dysgenic, the dregs of the Islamic world, it would become literal Africa tier hotbed of failed infrastructure and Islamic fundamentalists chimping out. If Muslims were serious, and a lot of them are, they would be more concerned with improving their home countries and achieving a kind of cultural domination that radiates globally. At a certain point, Europeans will get sick of the dregs, White man turned off from Islam forever because of 40 IQ migrant chimpouts. If you are a serious Muslim, you should be very against mass migration to the west. Sure it temporarily rids your home countries of undesirables, but in the long term you are creating a true quagmire and a lot of future problems
Believe it or not, I am sympathetic to Islamic High culture, I like to see it flourish abroad (in historically Islamic countries). My oh-so-slight Islamophilia is not the new Islamophilia, the disgusting third worldism of the Owen Benjamin crowd, who reflexively admire the most sordid aspects of Islamic low culture. "Based Muslim owning the gays and joos." I admire the hospitality, cleanliness, and contempt for poverty I find in certain cultured Muslims, Muslims who are serious men concerned with serious problems. Mass migration to Europe is not just a problem for the white man, but a serious future problem for your Ummah as well
The Muslim who has a deep appreciation for scent, for aroma-- who understands the art of communal gatherings without getting plastered on booze. A refinement, an intangible quality, a love for gold without being garish.