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“I’m tired of that shyt because my tax money just paid for that young man to get murdered” #DeonKay
STOP. STOP!!!
My freedom boner is poking out through my pink DJT jimmy jams.
Enough!
How does the fucking spastic making those tweets feel when the young boys raped and groomed and sexully abused by the pedophile Rittenhouse put down?
Stop trying to attribute your mind processes to others. There's a reason why projection is a thing. The self-savvy and self-enlightened don't usually suffer from it. But never say never. It's called 'Theory of Mind'. You may know about this already. But it still doesn't stop the same questions being asked out of frustration, which I sense yours was. Other people think differently. Some people are broken and can't be mended. They will be wilfully blind to whatever they choose or focus on and amplify other things that bolster up their narrative. All morals are moot. When you are 'right'. When you are 'losing the good fight'. When you know that your enemy is an inhuman beast, it's easy to justify whatever at a very deep core process of the brain. Things like 'ego', 'super-ego', 'id', all come in to play here as does the conscious mind and the sub-conscious mind. Probably the unconscious mind too.
They all make up the patchwork that is the clusterfuck of rationalisations and displacements and 'cope' that is the average person you are talking about. Why even try to understand them. Don't let them draw you in. Maintain your frame. You have built your worldview up through a process of logic and trial and error and all that kind of stuff. They have brought their worldview to life by ego-defense mechanisms that only work within a very narrow viewpoint. Put them among other people, especially those that just will not tolerate their shit, and they fall apart pretty fucking quick.
I realise I'm probably answering a more than rhetorical question on your part, but maybe some of that made sense.
I have fond memories of catching the bus through Tulse Hill, up to Dulwich. All around Brixton really. I even ended up taking a bus where as before I preferred to walk, because a pack of niggers used to hang around outside a house just on the outskirts of Brixton and every time I would walk past they would do the old 'Ooga booga jump up and down like apes' routine to scare me. It didn't really scare me. It was more odd. But it pissed me off enough to want to say something, but I thought better of it. I was being goaded and it wouldn't have been good if I took the bait.
That bus that stopped around Tulse Hill used to stop around a housing estate - you might have even have been on the same one as me at the time - and there was also a bunch of monkeys there that used to look in to the bus, super aggressive, shouting, making hand signals. You had to look away. They would stare you out. Again, goading you to do something. Just a hand gesture back on my part would have been enough for a steaming. Who knows, maybe they were the bastard children of the other niggers up the road.
I used to like walking along that road, even in the dead of night. But one night I had an argument with my g/f and we split up. She was super pissed off with me and told me when we got back in the house a couple of niggers followed her down the main road with their erect cocks in their hands. Woopsie.
Another time, same area, I was trying to do some business in one of the estates around there. It was a strict case of 'No Whites' allowed. Blacks are racist fuckers. Far more than whites.
Was finishing up my drinks one night out with my Dutch g/f and her friends, and as soon as the lights came on in the Dog Star (you'll know what I'm talking about for sure) some nigger bouncer a few inches shorter, but a few inches wider than me gave me some very bad vibes. It was weird. He had singled me out. He made it quite plain that he was a hair trigger away from putting me in hospital and fucking me right up if I did not just put my drink down and fuck off then and there. No need for that. My Dutch g/f (Dutch remember - bleeding hearts) commented on how 'aggressive' he was. LOL.
Then again, I used to go in to the Lion's den and go drinking in the all-black Angel pub in the very heart of dirty Brixton itself. Niggers tried pulling shit with me all the time. But the lovely black lady who ran the pub put them in their place. She liked me. She had no time for petty racist shit. I used to take my rasta mates in there (with the gold teeth) and we would nod our heads to the selector playing on just the one turntable, old-school style.
Even went in there once with another (totally unrelated) Dutch friend my Aussie g/f and me had met in Amsterdam. Got talking to a few blacks at the bar - turned out they were Dutch too and they all started hocking up in that bastard version of German the Dutch speak when they are drunk and among old friends. The other niggers' faces were a picture - white boy with blue eyes and some strange nogs meeting like old friends. Good times.
There's good and bad all around. Just a bit too much bad if you ask me.
Got a shit load more stories, but I think by now everyone is kind of genned up to how things are 'race relations' wise.
