FACING HISTORY
Canada at the turn of the 19th century had a population with 90,000
plus registered KKK members registered in Saskatchewan. Now, as we
look to the statistics of this country, and the importance of the
brainwashing in making people believe economics is afoot, when simple
genocidal cleansing programs are actually occurring, we will need to
steady our centers.
I guess this is where everyone says I am over reacting. I have
unfortunately basically been hunted for the past 3 months because some
drug dealing thugholes were so brazenly attacking people in the local
park, that I finally was forced to stand up for myself, at which
point, it was exposed that these people had been dealing drugs as hard
as fentynly in the Public School Park with the Police blessing.
A report related a drug dealer publicly busted in the park with a
pharmacy of drugs including huge amounts of Heroin. That dealer was
back on the street within a half hour. IE. the Cops were clearly
supplying him. Furthermore, the report indicated that the following 2
weeks averaged a overdose death a DAY, AFTER the supply had been
renewed by the cops.
There was a young woman I know who had overdosed, but not dying,
panicking, she chose to hang herself. This was a sort of last straw in
my mind. It’s one thing to heed the Law of the Jungle. It is quite
another to just fail to stand up over and over.
Essentially, I have caught the Wizard of Oz behind the curtain, and I
am witnessing the Govt. is literally preying on children. These are
the realizations that ensure my inability to be a good person. They
are the realizations that have me locked on a collision course. So, of
course, Have a nice day!
Again, were it not for my Total Recall, things would be different. I
would allow that I had been mistaken. I do not have that luxury.
Governments, have always been more fancy than reality. The rich create
puppets to reassure themselves, and the puplic is depressed and
traumatized by callous, ignorant mouth pieces who talk up their
coutries, while savaging any stupid patriot with flags in their eyes.
CAR IDIOTS
One of the main retardations out there now is people who drive vs. the
real world. It is inconcievable how such egotism and narcism has
thrived in the quest to be the Big Wheel. What a fuckin farce of a
culture and a people. Countless lives lost, countless resources wasted
for people who honestly cannot get off their asses.
How people have fought for thier falseness tooth and nail really has
opened my eyes to the inherent chaos to the universe. It is seen as a
shame to have a voice, a shame to want to be known or remembered.
However, I am a bad waiter, and, for lil ole me, time is just an
illusion. What I’m saying is that no amount of people’s judgement can
tell you what you want to know, only your own initiative.
People imagine some white man god is out there getting money for his
Nation. This is another stupid Santaclausian oversimplification, that
ultimately has allowed many people to be ground out by the token
distribution system. In the big picture, real Gs know they are not
going to just start rounding up people at the President’s order. The
military is a lottery for the young, poor, powerless, and not too
sharp.
SHADOWY FIGURES
It becomes very obvious very quickly that the reason some people are
rich and others poor is because of the insane DOUBLE STANDARD that
exists reliably in modern society. Often the simplest solution becomes
the only one available, and ignorance runs the show. We see it so
commonly that the fact is we reliably bet on it.
Routinely I get to hear people suggest ‘Public Transit’ as some sort
of solution to participating in the ‘workforce’. This is the kind of
uninformed goofball talk that epitomizes the disconnect between civil
planners and actual commuters.
Dec 24th, Mid 2000’s Christmas Eve in my early years of East Vancouver
surviving. I had long dreadlocks, identifying with Rastas, and had
made many comic works, art works, and was struggling playing music in
Vancouver. I was on the downtown 20 bus, the bus that goes down
Hastings street, past Main, and the addicted actors of Vancouver.
People with complete aimless quests for meaning through belief in a
completely falsely induced vision. Zombies enslaved to Heroin, and
anything else the Pharmacists have made.
Just around the Bar called the Astoria, a big, fat, baldhead kracker
gets on the bus, pretty much wearing a wife beater. I gathered later
from his actions that he was likely a boxer, and he came on to the
bus, and began to glare every one down as he waddled down the aisle…
until he got to me. I really just wasn’t all that impressed, so when
he kept glaring, I just shrugged. To that he responded by leaning in
and raising his fists, to which, I stood and said’ Dude, what’s your
problem?’
To that I was met with 3 punches to the face.
When I realized this was ‘not a drill’, I righted myself, and grabbed
him by the shirt. I decided I would try to hurl him off the bus. I
gave him a couple punches to the face, not enough in my opinion, and
probably not his either. I then started to shove him into the back
door stairwell. People were disturbed, I recall, but I was busy,
really, so I stayed focused, and the bus driver read me, and slowed
the bus, as I tried to dispose of this garbage.
The door folded open, and I gave his 300 lb load a shove out the door.
He happily went, but unhappily, managed to snag my dreadlocks, and I
was hauled out onto the street. I was face down at Main and Hastings,
a few feet from a overfed skin head boxing goon. I saw him rise up,
guard up, like a sad, predictable boxer, and I shot for his legs,
toppling him, and pinning him to the ground.
“GET OFF ME!” He actually whimpered.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS ABOUT!?” I screamed. But before I could even
teach him a real lesson, the bus decided to ditch me and move on,
pulling away… with my bag on it!
I said ‘screw it’ and made like a trackstar after the bus, leaving the
turd on the curb. I was so amped, I caught the bus at the next stop,
and shoved my way on the back door. I stood in the aisle burning with
rage.
” I GET ATTACKED ON YOUR BUS, AND YOU JUST LEAVE ME THERE!?” I scream
at the Bus Driver!! People once again looked disturbed, but when you
learn that people would literally just let an innocent person get
assaulted in front of 20 witnesses on the bus, it focusses you.
I lurched up to the front and the driver sheepishly offered ” You
didn’t know that guy?’
‘ I’ve never seen that guy in my life.’ I finally said.
CH.2: CAVEMANSHIP
You see, for a giant conglomerate corporation like Canada to
‘progress’, it requires many, many war torn immigrants to be the
servant class. Last year, the Canadian Government spent 50 M verses in
aid to Syria, verses spending 350 M on bombing them. Furthermore, it
requires rugged ‘Frontiersmen’, to find families on the ‘outskirts’ (
skirts? ) of establishments, and abuse them until they vacate. These
RUMP men are really no better than brain washed thugs, despite being
armed like human tanks.
CaveMan Ship is a Luddite faction that believes that we were better
off without worshipping machines. It includes a fundamental disrespect
toward machines, and an intolerance to those who pander to them. We
have to renew the sacred fire that every human has, and that the
monsters of the war have stolen from us.
Rasta is a tribe of preachers in the heart of Babylon. They literally
are the Front Line against the White Supremacist Devil Worship of
North Amerika, and white they are no angels themselves, they are
farmers, aware of God’s given permission to use the plants of the
earth.
The Slave Trade is recognized to have transpired for 400 years. It
still goes on today, but these are the stories that white people lie
to tell, so that everyone is surprised to see it again. When the
person dismissing it is the one doing it, that should clue you in, but
often it does not. But, Back in Jamaica in 1800s, when it was the
simple pure life force in full bloom that sent the slavers to dustbin
heaven. Rasta men and women, Obeah, finding ways to keep people away
from white ‘humans’ who had shirked thier very humanity.
It is the fact of how simple this act is: to just outnumber someone,
and decide they are no longer human. Mostly, Canada has been that. I
recall walking by they Red River in WInnipeg, one winter. The
temperature was in the minus 30s, and it was clear and crisp, and
cooooollld. I walked along the river path by water street, past a
little ice slide that is never used, and I saw 2 figures coming
towards me on the path. They were big, swarthy guys, and as we passed,
we exchanged stares that were the hall mark of Winnipeg, where I truly
learned Cavemanship. I did not wish to fuck with them, and they did
not wish to fuck with me.
10,000 STARES
I had experience in Wrestling. I wrestled more or less, from 10 years
of age to 20 years of age. There were breaks, and some were lengthy,
but it’s actually hard to stop sometimes. Wrestling, like a lot of
sports, is almost a cocoon/pupae phase of an individual who is
reaching out past themselves for a greater stage.
Our wrestling coach was a man who had had the lines of abuse and
encouragement crossed. There were fathers who wanted their sons made
into men, and this was the solution. Reg LaRocque was my first and
truest coach. One of those men who the less you knew about, probably,
the better.
He would give us push ups, situps etc. while he attended to other
coaching, and then forget about us, and after we had done like 1000’s
of repetitions, we would whinney enough so that he’d give us a
different torture.
Any infraction like lateness, or lip, would get us ‘stairs’ which
would be a full running up and down of the University Facility
stairwell, a 4 story building. One time, Reg got so mad that he sent a
wrester to do stairs, and then forgot them, so he literally did 10,000
stairs. They went and got him later.
CH.3 COLD FEATS
I have embraced the struggle, no question. There was never really any
choice. The song ‘People are Strange’ is the anthem of many, when you
are a misfit. You shut out these distracting voices making claims that
cannot possibly be True, and get down to the life living.
People fear the Government, and for good reason. The Government is the
body of criminals willing to lie bold faced about representing the
people, while sending out pawns to enact crime, and incite civil
unrest. While foolish NIMBYites imagine Venezuela, there is no where
on earth where this is not the case. Tribalism is a far better metric
for the ‘Theatre of Justice’ that we witness nowadays. With a Prime
Minister there because of HIS dad, we have manifested a nice false
small m monarchy. Really, though, government is run with the
efficiency of any corporation, WASTE being thier main product.
At one point, I grew a Robin Hood fetish. It was just so clear that no
matter what the formal title, you were nothing compared to the
Mothers, Parents, and Family who had to make life worthwhile, and that
the very idea that Government was anything but a shakedown, was
ridiculous. They specialized in inefficiency. They perversely
pleasured in denying people access to resources they would never deny
themselves. In thier fight to not be slaves to the system, throwing
others under the bureaucratic bus became routine.
I went to Nunavut in 2010 and worked in precisely the conditions I’m
describing. It was as though I had ordered a burger at McDOnalds, and
for 22 straight days, was given the wrong order. And a McDonalds at
minus 50 degrees. SO about half way through, I realized that is was
simply not possible. FOr them to screw up with such deliberate results
was clearly thier intent.
I had to make the most of my experience there. My co workers tried to
be supportive, and great personal learning took place. Some of those
people are the nicest I’ve known. I did a walk around the town each
day. It was an endless white sheet of frozen horizon, clusters of
small boxy buildings, plopped about, with a few Canadian Boxcar
deluxes, a rink, and a funny little gray market, which could get you
Cariboo, or rippeg off.
One night I was out visiting. The truth is the Inuk houses were mostly
electric heated, flops. The White Supremacist hustle just gets worse
basically, and the Indigineous people were living hard, and the
Colonial imports had state of the art houses, up on the high row of
town. So, walking down the side road all bundled up, I heard a wail. I
was alarmed, but it was dark. I can’t recall if it was late or not,
but I know it was dark. I abled toward the sound, seeing a figure
walking toward me in a Mother Hubbard, a feminine Inuk Coat.
The srcream happened again, and it was the Inuit woman approaching.
Footfalls crunched in the drifting snow, as I apporached them and
asked
“Are you okay?”
Her face was spiteful.
“WHAT IF I’M NOT?!” she said and lunged toward me.
I backed away with my hands up. She took a swing, but I saw it coming,
and deflected. It was tough moving with all the layers.
I said ” I’m warning you, I’m pretty tough!’
‘SO AM I!” she roared.
She seemed honest, I thought as I ran.
WATCHER IN THE RYE
Peace be unto us all. Some people believe that thier actions have been irrelevant. I was just speaking with a buddy at JJ Bean about ‘kingship’. It is a mystery in that in Vancouver, most people consider themselves kings, and the whole LIONs shtick, and everything. Of course, very few of us actually have any concept of what being a king would entail. It’s a sort of outmoded concept, that is mostly the ceremonial retelling of a corporately endorsed lie, in order to reiterate some kind of colonial fallacy.
The fact is, without force, the demographics, and the map itself are very different. I currently live in 3 nations or more, being in ‘Canada’, Turtle Island, and ‘America’. These are all percieved ( or not perceived ), as different, however, they are concurrant, and as such, randomly emerge as relevant.
People have revived the Earth as flat, as a serious discussion point, still functional in the sense that so many lies are functional, that until we disable some of these lies and rejuvenate a school of critical thinking, more of these antequated paradigms will continue to gain momentum ie. TRIBALISM. Tribal Histories are of course, highly subjective, and without TRUTH TELLERS, there is no effective Skeleton on which to ‘flesh out’ the Tale.
It has become a sort of Star Trek era “Prime Directive to avoid interacting with pretty much anyone who doesn’t read. Thanks to the internet, the fact is that any jack ass thins he’s the king nowadays. Toxic masculinity is not only real, if you look like the person they have seen in a movie as a bad guy, every low IQ in the place will be trying to figure out a way to fight you, prove they are better than you, score points on you, and demonstrate their imagined superiority. It is a simple animal process, that most people cannot conceive of until they are over their head, and that panic has become the rule of Fight or Flight.
I pretty much have learned these lessons the hard way, which I guess is why it seems like a must to preserve it. A lot of people seem very happy to call themselves king, but only after shitting all over the previous occupier of the throne.
GENEVEIRE WUZ HERE
I had a friend named Genoveire. It was not much of a friendship, really. She was a person who hung out with the Park people. To clarify, the GrapeVine Park is the congregation point for a lot of homeless, drifters, carefree spirits, and, due to the school, students, youth, not to mention many next generation Hippies. Back in the day, it was a paradise, where people could lounge, and if they were adults, smoke, drink and be merry.
The strange thing of haunting a place a long time, is seeing someone like Gen go through falling for the Male provider schtick, and seeing all the beauty of youth get smothered by ignorant, washed up, jaded junkie dealers who just try to saddle everyone they meet. When I was helping my friend run for Mayor in Winnipeg, he revealed the best argument for the success of Narcotics:
Profit. He had pointed out in a television debate that there was no ‘meth epidemic’ as the chicken littles on stage were arguing, but that the ‘peculiar’ availability of drugs, always made some addict trying to figure out how to support thier habit. Which generates ‘dealers’.
From a psychological perspective, it’s even simpler. Once conditioning is considered, it’s clear most dealers are severely depressed, addicted first and foremost to money, and fear the loneliness of thier habit. As a result they are constantly roping people into thier self destructive habit. They literally are playing chemical ‘Russian roulette’ and, being the most experienced, get off on watching other people ‘overdose’.
Genoviere, from what I was told, was raised to be raped in Foster Care since the age of 5 years old. Many a white psychopath sexualized her as a child. When she was in the Park, she was drawn to the smart homeless First Nations people, back when the park was a place where Honor mattered, and women were cherished and defended. Then Maury met SloJo.
As it turns out, Maury the drug dealer was one of those pieces of shit I get to run into. Here is a person so addicted to thier ‘profit’ that they considered themselves the ‘constant gardener’, nurturing people’s destructive habits carefully and cruelly, selling Heroin like it was a ride at the PNE. At a Park, literally 30 yards from a daycare, and an elementary school, and a Library.
To make matters MUCH worse, the fucken guy was the son of cops. These piglets went on the accuse me of being a ‘rat’, which really should show people that if you believe anything, you fall for everything. These guys were like evil keystone Cops, telling everyone how great this depraved and empty lifestyle was, just to line thier pockets. And when the big bad gangsters decided to play cop, guess who they pretend to bust. Me, the guy who has never broke a Law. I literally have a guy who pepper sprayed a woman in front of me, accuse me of thinking beating women was okay because he has Afroman slapping a chick on his phone. Good ol racism.
Sound stupid? Yeah. More on that later.
ALl these people work day and night on thier big, ‘beat up the bad guy moment’, but Smack Dealing, Junkie, woman beating, sociopaths would not be someone I can be judged by, and of course, that unfolded with disastrous results. I wrote a letter. One of my First Nations friends told me I shouldn’t have done that. My response was ‘I’m literate’.
They actually pull this shit 30 yards from a school, and are surprised when someone is literate. This country is truly gone to Hell. So, the fact was I saw Gen the day evening she overdosed. I was walking down Commercial Drive, and she passed me looking prettier than I had ever seen her, make up on and eyes shining, with a fur collar or a boa on. She looked great.
The next day I learned that she hung herself. I was flabberghasted. The story continued that she broke down on Maury’s drug, and after begging her friend for help they couldn’t give, she took an electric chord and hung herself.
One of the big problems here is that it is all heresay. Oh she was dead all right, but weird details emerged about her being an exhaustive student, and filing to sue the Government for the hell they had inflicted on her. Furthermore, Maury’s supply was the cops ( of course ) , and sure enough, there were a rash of ‘Fentanyl’ overdoses in that Park bathroom in that group. It’s even weirder to consider that the cops provided the drugs to kill someone who was going to testify against this Evil system.
CH. 4 – FORTH FIRE
‘All war is based in deception’ – Sun Tzu- the Art of War
Japanese mythology speaks about ‘Hungry Ghosts’. Since the dropping of
Atomic Bombs on Japan, white supremacists have employed deception at
all times. While they refuse to see other people, other people are
refusing to see them. It is the aimlessness of people who know they
claim superiority for mass murder. All of their achievements go to
validate the vile persona that their legal system constantly validates
for them.
This year of the Pig, Picton’s farm springs to mind. This was a Party
place where cops and gangsters would come to fuck and murder Women.
The HIghway of Tears was a favorite of theirs. They fed the bodies to
the pigs. For supposedly 26 murders, one person went to jail, at a
place where authorities were known to ‘party’. When Robert Picton
published his story, it was banned in Canada, where all the guilty
parties would be exposed.
Consider, the number of Treaties between whites and First Nations that
have been broken. It’s said the number is countless. Then consider
those same Sciences and great minds claim to know what happened 10,000
years ago. They don’t know what happened 200 years ago, yet they know
what happened 10,000 years ago? THEN consider, they EVEN claim to know
the names of all the Stars, and their number. They don’t know how many
times they stab their brother & sister in the back, but they know
what’s happening on Mars.
Again, the A bomb meant they are going to lie non stop. It meant that
anything is better than facing the ritual culling and extermination
that every modern society is built to accommodate, thanks to History.
The homeless days in Vancouver, meant a LOT of crashing in strange
places, adapting to weird people. So I stayed at a Chinese SRO my
friend had rented off and on. One night, when I was not supposed to be
there, I was crashed out, but thankfully more conscious than not.
My eyes cracked open. I smelled smoke! I jumped up, since that is
pretty much what I do. It was the middle of the night, so I got pants,
ran out the room, to see plumes of smoke pouring out of the oven. ”
FIRE!’ I yelled, sprinting around the building banging on doors. My
Black friend Randy was in another Room, and we saw the oven was still
on, managed through the smoke to turn it off, and in a crazy move, he
and I just dragged the oven out the back door.
The stove had been stuffed with Newspapers.
Turns out, an old Vet had been losing his shit, getting smashed and
trying to make everyone pay. The hallway security footage showed him
jamming the oven full of papers, all the while swigging at some
bottle. And I’m supposed to wear a poppy for these murdering jerks.
They should wear a poppy for me. You hear that Don Cherry, you redneck
hack!
CH.5 – MR.GOATS WILD RITE
A couple of crossed wires can cause a great havoc. It is seriously out
of control in whatever passes for society. In today’s wild ride, there
is a term that is likely a more invaluable concept than most: the
scapegoat.
Reasoning as a process boils nicely down for the masses to an
incessant need to demonstrate the ‘demons’ ie hold court on some
corporated manifestation of their overarching paranoia. This is
essentially, a possession, as hidden greed hides in the wings of every
act of violence. Further, the inherent falability of third person
information makes undermining the Truth akin to outracing an
avalanche.
MR.GOAT’S WILD RITE
I knew Mr.Goat when he was just Goat. We grew up together and had many
learning moments. He was a person always confusing Math and Music,
which is a bad mistake when joy has left the building. As musicians,
we always had dreams of traveling the world, and we did go forth and
learn about the other side.
A Nihilism or Anomie can grip a young mind. White people are so
conditioned to their own Kool-Aid that they just literally believe
they are worth x dollars. The abstraction is lost on them, to the
chagrin of the un-brainwashed. There’s a guy who actually rides around
on a bike in Vancouver, and as he passes by he drops gems like ‘ it
sure is nice taking your bike out for a ride when you’ve got 3 million
in the bank.’ Like, is that normal?
That’s really the main perk of being rich is that you won’t shut up
about being rich?
That’s actually stupid. How fucken stupid.
So while we were in high school, Mr.Goat got lost in the internet,
hoping to be a smart as someone I guess, and found pictures of men
raping children. He was aroused by these pictures, and told me about
them.
I have never been very lucky in choice of friends. I never touch the
stuff anymore, after what Face book did the term. What Goat saw as
exciting, I saw as Evil, and told him to be done with this weirdness.
I foolishly believed it to be the case.
Next, we traveled abroad. Staying at a guest house, I became
overwhelmed with guilt living in a fancy manor next to a servant
quarters, and decided to move on. Mr. Goat, subsequently chose to try
to touch a young servant girl, then fled. This was all unbeknownst to
me, and was revealed to me later, on a subsequent trip in South America.
In fact, the reason I revisit it is that he was confessing to me, and it
was offensive to me that he literally had to have me isolated in a
country where I could not communicate with a soul, to put me on the
spot and tell me he had attempted to sexually molest a child.
Mr.Goat is for obvious reasons a ‘friend’ I have happily left in the
past, and as I was saying, I don’t really know ‘Friends’ anymore. It
seems safer than waiting for the other shoe’s inevitable drop; the sin
they expect me to eat.
CH. 6 – SPIDER’S LAIR
Music has always offered a real escape. Music has offered a real chance to be seen. It actually seems like the only real, reliable communication. Not the songs themselves per se, but the network of musicians, (with some notable exceptions).
Vancouver does not like to pay musicians. I have played here 20 years, and I am in constant disbelief at the sad sack approach to entertainment business, but with gangsters being the main money, cheap ass tactics always prevail. It is standard to short bands.
Actually, it is standard to rip off anyone who takes risks, offers thier services in any way. Club owners and Restaunteers are like spiders, they have thier spot, and they sit and wait for fresh blood to rip out of musicians, some of the few people able to keep themselves positive. PLAYING music is a misapplied term. People study music longer than they study medicine, and I am confident that ask people if they had to take thier music or thier medicine to a deserted island, and the tunes win.
So, in 20 years, the open mic hosting gig I did in Vancouver, eventually fell apart as my drummer had too much time at Main & Hastings and people recognized him and got sketched out. They started accusing us of stealing things, which of course I made clear earlier, was not happening. The faact is the place was being run by stoned teenagers, and as usual, some wanna be cop thought he was cracking the case. The fact that it’s always crooks who are wanna be cops, really should wae people up to the circular nature of these little ‘lifestyles’.
I would guess that most of these businesses must be fronts, as if one thing is clear, too much business is a bad thing. From 2000-2010 I played regularly at the ANZA club. These Legions have obvious flaws, not paying is one. When Alex Maher was a host, he understood music enough to not leave actual musicians out in the cold, but the shitty rap kids that have inherited the jalopy are basically incompetent. They understand nothing about Music and less about Entertainment.
In fact, just to show people: My last time playing there, no one was there so myself and 2 other musicians basically rocked the house for the whole night. At the end of the night, everyone was grooving, and a couple was so into our tunes, after smooching on the couch, the girl literally was climbing the guy like King Kong on the Empire state Building.
‘ Hey, If you have a baby from tonight, you have to name it ‘MouthBirth!’ after the name of our Band. The idiots who host the night actually tried to mute my mic. The one guy looked at me like a baby and said ‘ the manager looked at me.’ as though he might spank him. I have been public speaking since I was 15, so I could not even imagine what even such a lowly coward would be talking about. He then being a colossal piece of shit, put on a tune where some empty rapper was chanting ‘nigger this and nigger that.
This is the hypocrisy I put up with every day. These people are pieces of shit.
I an actual black man can’t even speak after entertaining these jerks for an hour, but a recording of a shitty rapper is allowed to chant NIGGER over and over. Figures.
THE GREAT WHITE FRAME – Ch.8
OH! so you’re sick of hearing how corrupt the so called ‘white people’ are?
BRAIN WASHING is easy. Think I’m wrong? Quick… who discovered America?
Whether you admit it or not, you would be truly unusual to not have
the answer of ‘Christopher Columbus’ even if you qualify that answer.
” Discover’ is the key word, triggering the response. This is how EASY
brain washing is. Even the term brain washing implies that the brain
is dirty, and is being made clean. What is actually happening is the
‘white makes right’ rationale is discarding the heaps and heaps of
contradictory information, and only ‘registering’ the simplified
story. This is truly why the White Supremacist agenda remains a
fundamentally ignorant, stymied, mentally stunted pursuit.
So imagine hearing people say that Indians were extinct, or that the
residential schools happened 100 years ago, or that Tribes discovered
by Sailors like columbus spoke a senseless ‘gibberish’. HIstory is
nothing but a slag on people of color, and a nod and a wink to the
greedy men who were willing to trash people’s way of life under the
lie and illusion of racial supremacy.
British Columbia is Unceded Coast Salish Territory. There is literally
a document where the Xs that sufficed for the First Nations’ various
Chiefs’ signatures were acquired through a Colonel Douglass shelling
the coastline non stop on Men, Women, and Children. The people have
never actually settled this coast, but they have certainly occupied
it!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Douglas_%28governor%29
Believe me. I am far more sick and tired of hearing about how corrupt
the ‘white people’ are. But the Truth is the Truth. And if you think
you are on the same team as someone because of your skin color, you
are lost. This is Brain Washing. Acting as though some simple
explanation will do, just for the sake of your own profit.
Acting is the key word. See, most people don’t imagine themselves
‘Actors’ but anyone with a job is an actor, and a bad one at that. If
you treat people different whether they have money or not, you are
doing a LOT of the work for them. Why?
Well, if Jesus was a drifter, and a wanderer, and flatly said that it
is harder for a rich man to get into heaven than for a camel to get
through the eye of a needle, than it is clear that Jesus has no sway
with the ‘christians’ of this era. If you know Jesus the supposedly
real man had brown skin, why can you only take comfort in his white
washed face?
So ask yourself, would you rather ‘act’ as though you are a ‘good
person’, knowing that you would never want to lose your whiteness
because of how YOU YOURSELF have seen fit to treat colored people, or
would you rather be a good person, who acts regardless of appearance,
judging a person by their actions?
CH.11-JUMP THE WHITE SHARK
When I talk about white people being brain washed, the main effect of it has been that I literally do not have white friends, unless they believe they are pitying me. I am keeping my chapter 12 ban on race relation anaylysis, which was a chapter 10 ban, but clearly it requires more. It probably still will, but a promise is a promise, and this is the theraputic element of writing, giving intention to your thoughts.
When asked how these things shoulda differed: Imagine a ship, just after a mutiny. The crew are rowdy, angry, want things done, and full of hate for the Captain. The Captain however, is a good Captain, despite the mutiny, and is the only one who can keep the ship in ship shape. Now, you know and I know, that these people, being sailors, were never ‘good people’. They would throw people overboard, cut throats, steal, etc. There however
comes a point where for all thier grit, they can not do what they imagine, because they lack imagination. That, and they lack experience. So, the captain, now at his crew’s mercy, remains the vital player, by way of his knowledge.
The crew loves these old maps from thousands of years ago. They continue to slap them in the captain’s face, saying this is the way! None of them have journeyed those waters however, and the effect remains the same. The only person they do not trust is the captain, and they resent him every single day. The Mutinous are people who have no idea that Chemistry comes from Kemet: Egypt, Math comes from Ma’at, Egyptian
Mother goddess as does Matter, DESPITE the fact that English is strictly composed of a binary of toxic blackness, and clean ( holy ) whiteness.
Just look up the words. We all know it, and yet we expect young people to not embrace this foul way of thinking. White people will never have the integrity of Colored people in this shitstem, because they are encouraged to be selfish, self interested, ‘captains’, when they know nothing about where we’re going, and where we have been. It’s
a truly exhausting cycle of stupidity. People who are telling you to pray for change, are also people who think there is no need for change, and want you to do nothing, so you will be stuck there forever. Stuck being told you are almost as good as some fictional character long gone, as you have your ass beat by people who also pretend around that story.
In the States, Trump and his White Supremacist crew prove it every day. He wears his blond halo wig, and white people eat it up. He literally says he could shoot someone in broad daylight, and the evangelists babble inchoate chants with hands on him. As he does not spontaneously burst into flames, we can assume that God is, once again, asleep at the wheel.
The perfect example is Preachers and cars. As a young person, I would go to church with my family, and the preacher, one time or another, would have to speak about his new car. Specifically, he would have a big sermon, about how he NEEDS this car. His work is God’s work, and so it is of divine importance, that he have this car, to be sure that he goes out in the GREAT COMMISSION and spreads the amazing news. No matter how many families that money could have fed, he will need to sacrifice them for another family farther away, who needs to hear the gospel. This shit gets so annoying.
It is tiresome. It is exhausting. Seeing this Pimp hustle over and over, white people claiming they are some how good, going to every length to belittle other cultures, call people dirty, call people sinful, simply be full of pious, self righteous hate for people on the basis of their looks, and their supposed ‘race’. Of their appearance. And of the hate speech rhetoric that is sewn into every page of the bible.
So, I guess you guys are overboard. Now, knowing that you are like this because you choose to be like this, not because you are programmed to do it, or are just so fundamentally bent, that you will always cheat like an infant.
Everyone seems to know this is happening, and people just hope no one notices. Personally, I am leaving the white stupidness behind. I would be best served to ignore all white people, as I know they intended to ignore me believing I was some lost soul when I was literally the only one speaking the Truth. Just fucken tiring.
Like all pictures, only ranges are actually in focus. The fairy tale of race has been a set of pictures based on hate. Hate for the blackness of Jesus, the hate that drove slavery, internment camps, separate water fountains and bathrooms, residential schools, and reservations. I know a white man who has done over 4000 sky dives. I ask myself why someone would be such a giant piece of shit that in a land like Canada, where they steal clean water from reserves, leaving them with no running, clean, potable water,
why someone would spend what I guess is $400,000 on jumping out a fuckin plane. The answer is plane…
they have never cared. They will never care. It’s all just a cartoon for the rich, about how they are not poor. Jesus is there so the poor can imagine they’re loved, while your Preacher drives off into the sunset.
BROTHERUST 