Been too busy for some time now to blog, or even to read many blogs. Marrying off two daughters within two months can do that to a man.
Read a post about race and the current goings-on over at a great blog recently, really enjoyed it. Then I read the comments. One of the commenters was the quintessential normie. He was shocked shocked that anyone thought black people are problematic. He ticked all the boxes in his comment. Race isn’t the problem, culture is (as if culture just boils up out of the ground like lava). Lots of black people are just like us (sure they are). I don’t care if my grandchildren look like me or Caesar from Planet of the Apes (because you have no sense of your own identity or your own child’s worth). If you don’t want blacks living next door to you, you clearly want to murder them all with your own hands (ignoring the clear differences between white-on-black violence and black-on-white violence). He mocked any allegiance to heritage and insisted that a love of heritage leads to genocide.
His words were enough to jar me loose from my apathy about blogs, so I posted a reply to him. Among the things that I told him was that IF all the blacks in America were genocided (a big, big “if”), I wouldn’t really give a flying fuck. Naturally he (and probably some of the other readers) interpreted this as “Kirk wants black people genocided.”
Fine. I’m not going to play the backpedaling game, cos I have nothing to backpedal from. Anyone who read what I wrote could see that I didn’t call for genocide. I simply said that if every black person in America — or on earth — were to suddenly die or disappear or get raptured, I would not be able to give one percent of one shit. But such a sentiment gets normies squealing like weiners on a barbecue. How dare I say such a thing?
Well, it’s like this. Right now, there’s a little African girl in a village somewhere who’s dying of AIDS, or hepatitis, or some other disease that’s not her fault. I don’t know her, I’ll never know her, and I don’t have time to want to know her. Her approaching death is nothing to joke about, but on the other hand, I really don’t care. Because I don’t know her. And because she’s not one of my family. Not one of my friends. Not a member of any group I care about.
Right now, there’s an elderly Indian man lying in the filth in the streets of Calcutta, and he’s going to die right there among the rats and the spittle and the garbage. His death is very sad in human terms, but I really don’t care. I cannot help him, I cannot help his people, and I am not inclined to try.
Right now, there’s a little Irish girl who is watching her older brother make explosives in the family bathtub. Her brother’s inattention is going to cause her death (and his), and it’s unjust and it’s tragic, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I am not responsible for her life or her death.
If a man professes to be a Christian and yet doesn’t provide for those of his own household, he is worse than a pagan satanist atheist multilevel marketing guru. He’s scum. What if he DOES focus on helping all kinds of other people and families, but lets his own family starve? He’s scum. He’s no Christian. If he focuses on protecting and feeding and guiding his own little flock instead of fixating on countless people he cannot help (many of whom do not WANT his help), is he a bad person? Of course not. He is doing his duty to his family and to his God.
So why should I give a damn about black people in America? Because their ancestors were slaves? Well, let’s talk to the descendants of the Irish slaves. Let’s talk to those whose forefathers were treated like cattle by their musloid captors. No, the slavery legacy and it’s alleged guilt-effect doesn’t work with me.
Why should I give a damn about black people in America? They have every advantage that my people will never have. And my people are the ones paying the taxes, supporting the infrastructure, obeying the laws, and doing without so that some stupid worthless fucking jogger can get a skollahship to go bounce a ball and make millions of dollars, while white business owners are mocked and ridiculed simply for having white skin and a naive sense of altruism and fair play.
Blacks contribute, per capita, almost nothing to the country my people built. They are parasites. Criminal, dangerous parasites who deplete the resources and then demand more. They murder and rape and loot and destroy with abandon, because they are not like white people, and they never will be. They’re been emancipated for how long? And they’ve done exactly WHAT with the time? Look at the Vietnamese and Chinese immigrants who come here and can’t even speak the fucking language, and within one generation are prosperous business owners, and then tell me how much I owe black people.
So yeah, if blacks were genocided tomorrow, I would be happy. They contribute nothing good to this country, and they make it a pretty shitty place to live whenever they make up more than 10% of the local population. Do I have the desire or the inclination or the intention to off some of them myself? Nope. And I denounce myself for smiling at the suggestion. Do I hope someone else will do the job? Yeah, I pretty much do.
The evil bastards who run the show will never let me have free association. If I try to run from the blacks and other strangers, the law will track me down and MAKE me live with them. I’m supposed to think this is a good thing? I’m supposed to enjoy this? I’m supposed to kneel and smile?
I do not want to kill black people. But since they won’t act like human beings, I hope like hell that someone else does want to kill them. I’ve lived around them my entire life, forced to go to school with them, to work with them and for them, and I am sick of having to pretend that they’re just like my people except for some poor role models at home. I have no use for them. They’re not helping my life or my peoples’ lives one bit.
So why should I give a flying fuck if down the road, some new crazy-ass leader arises and gets a hard-on for the joggers of the world?
Beats me. I can’t come up with a good answer to that one.