Obama and the Adulation of Racists

Obama is called the Great Orator. We all know that, because there are only two defences against any criticism against ole Brakkie Bam-bam: The simplest explanation is that you are a racist that cannot accept a black president. If you escape the racism charge, you must be deaf and stupid, because, don’t you know, “he speaks beautifully”, like that excuses any of the man’s many, many shortcomings. But we shall not spend our time discussing the corporate rape of the American economy under Brakkie Bam-bam, we want to talk about his, er, talking.

The Paranoid Goy has been begging to hear some of this wonderful speechifying. Brakkie Bam-bam always projects the same image: Expensive suit, condescending smile, haughty attitude, whiney, nasal drone at a pitch just above a poodle’s bark, and sentences without beginning or end. It seems the man is incapable of putting together a grammatically correct and logically complete statement.

“Yes We Can!”…what? “Build the economy”? Bring back the troops from Afghanistan? Deliver basic humanitarian services to the people sleeping and crapping in New York’s dumpsters? Stop the wholesale confiscation of public property by confidence-lacking Investors? Apparently, we can, but expect no explanations, plans or any useful philosophy to support the promise of “yes we can”. Just believe!

During his entire, extended term of office, Obama did not one single thing to advance conditions for working class non-white people anywhere in the world. As a matter of fact, the Paranoid Goy’s prophetic words on Obama’s election turned out to be perfectly true: “Africa is going to sh#t off big time, and we can’t criticize, because the f@#$%r’s sort-of-black.” What happened?

Between Obama and his psychotic sidekick, Hillary, Africa was attacked en force, presidents killed like dogs in the street, fake embassies and regime change all ‘round. Not only did Obama do nothing for any black person outside his household, he directly implemented the Citi Bank/Fed business plan, spreading unneeded and unpayable debt to every country they touched. And he vastly escalated the political strife in Africa.

The poor of the world now has no, I repeat, no, mechanism of honest upliftment in life. The right to education has become the right to an educational loan. State agricultural assistance has become preferential treatment when applying for a bank loan. Go ask the Congolese what happens if you happen to own land with minerals in it. The Economy now lives inside The Bank, you and I are parasites leaching off the deserving Few, the ones who still have money to Invest. Barack and his Bankster pals took all those QE trillions for themselves. It will “trickle down” they say. To the parasites…?

We are not allowed to criticise Obama for any of the devastation he left behind, though, it would be racist! The first thing he did in Office, was to replace the government with banksters from a list his employers at Citi Bank supplied, with a pile of JPMorgan cream on top. I hardly think any of that was because the dude looks a bit less than bone white. Around these parts, no-one would call him Black, he is at most a bit coloured… but yet that was the man’s only contribution to politics: a black man in the White House. Yah-yah. Get over it.

But still, we must recognise Obama as a Great Orator, because he “spoke so well”. This irritated the Paranoid Goy for a long time, but now understanding has dawned! Calling Obama the Great Orator is actually just a vicious racial slur! Complimenting an idiot for something he is fairly mediocre at, is a fairly standard response by somebody new to multiculturism versus multiracialism.

Europe has been multiracial for as long as we can remember. America has been multiracial since the first boats landed, at least. South Africa was multiracial to the point where your identity was determined by your race, each forced to live apart from everybody else. Unlike Europe and America (and other places) South Africa has grown from institutionalised racism, to legally proscribed racism, to occasional racist outbursts in a mostly multicultural society. Still, racism lingers, and seeing other nations struggle to come to grips with actually having to accept other cultures into their societies makes one almost sad, almost nostalgic, almost angry.

The Liberalists of the world, in their eagerness to show how friendly they are to the “previously disadvantaged”, tend to overshoot a bit. They will insist on getting drunk in a rat-hole bar on the wrong side of town, with people they met just this afternoon. They tend to get robbed, raped and killed a lot, but it would be racist to refuse an invitation by such friendly locals. Die-hard liberals won’t even lay charges. But how do you recognise a less-than-fully converted racist? By their compliments.

Fake liberals fall over their feet to prove how racially inclusive they are. So much so, that they forget to respect other cultures. Multiracial and multicultural are not the same thing. Liberals all share one culture, and they insist everybody join them in their non-racist, non-cultural, non-threatening world. They are very willing to kill you for not agreeing, too. A pseudo-liberalist will listen to a song, and say things like “He sings beautifully ...for a black man.”

Don’t judge, very few people in this world manage to live without looking down on somebody. They really do not hear the racism in their own voice. It’s like the angry, dark-skinned transsexual on my television demanding an end to the racist Oscar prize giving ceremonies put on by rich old white men, where are the awards for black supremacy? Not a word about the many, many black millionaires and their lack of interest in handing out little statues to some black dude who thinks he’s famous now.

When they eventually rustle something up, it will be informative to see how many white people win ‘black Oscars’ the way the occasional black wins all the time now. Before the thing turned into a liberalist masturbifest, of course.

Barack Obama sure looked down on most everyone, but he did so without any trace of colour, creed or character. The man was the Liberalist Wet Dream. Apparently he also spoke very well, but I think the compliments are nothing but empty glorifications to hide the universal feeling that the man ran America just like the racists expected from a black man. Thieving, lying, murdering, fornicating on holy grounds… all the things that racism makes, but apparently he spoke very engagingly… for a black man.

Here are some Obama-esque verbal gems:

Looking past Barack Obama’s many, many sins, just because he was not White, it would be racist to criticise. That very concept of untouchability, of being above honest criticism, is seriously racist, in the way only a Liberalist will not or can not understand. Racism ends the day you stop being understanding of another’s mistakes, “because, shame, they had it so bad…”. Equality has no degrees, and black people may be criticised for incompetence, just like white people, or Asians, or Jews. Oh, sorry, criticising one of those can get you locked up for anti-Semitism, be careful!

The Anarchist's Reading List

Not everyone is a bookworm, but there are a few things you should read before you open your mouth about grown-up stuff, like government and law. The first book you should read, is the precise and exact laws of the place where you live. Thanks to an “Independent  Judiciary” and the corruption of law that spreads from that, there is no “Book of Law”. Instead, we are dependent upon the best lawyer we can afford to interpret justice as well as we can afford a lawyer for. Here are some real books that will get you through, ‘till the day we manage to reclaim our society, and codify the Law.

  1. Dictionary. Much human suffering could have been prevented, if only people understood the words they applaud. Instead we repeat nonsense slogans and pithy catch phrases. “Democracy is government by the people, for the people” sounds really cute, but what legal right does it confer, or even  imply? “Representatives from all classes governing to the benefit of all classes” is a proper dictionary definition. Can you see the vast difference between actual knowledge,  and cute slogans?
    Also, it may prove advantageous to find a legal dictionary, for lack of an official Codex of Law. Those who prey on our ignorance, also have to follow the Law. They may not tell outright lies, yet we still experience their betrayal at every turn. The disconnect between their truths and our betrayal, are the words “everybody knows” the meaning of.
  1. Your favourite Holy Scripture. Whether it is the Bible, the Quran, the Book of Mormon or the Communist manifesto, you have to read the whole thing, until you understand the moral, legal and economic implications of your favourite text. Ponder and meditate, talk to the learned elders about the meanings of it all. Now imagine all that knowledge and power into the hands of the most despicable bastard you can think of, like the laziest, most violent bully on your playground, or the dishonest businessmen who bribed your president, imagine giving them that power. Then , start over, but this time, read it with the knowledge that your text contains all the rules the bastards who rule you, rule by. You can change this.
  1. The Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion. The most hated document on earth. Reading this text is discouraged by calling it anti-Semitic. It is also anti-Russian, anti-European, Anti-everyone-but-Zionists. It is a most despicable plan for the enslavement of mankind, and every news article, every movie, every new law, every word uttered by every politician every day, comes straight from this text. The Plan is being implemented upon us Goy cattle, and we are not allowed to see the documentation, because it’s “anti-Semitic.” The Democratic Alliance for Translucent Anarchy propose to hijack this document, and democratize it, in other words, use it for the benefit of all social classes. Also, this site offers a newer, easier-to-read edition, plus a unique Afrikaans translation.

  2. Tao Te Ching. This old Chinese text contains all the spiritual philosophy an acoïtheist could need. “In wartime, the cattle draw battle wagons, in peacetime, they crap in the street.” And many other such gems. That particular one is hidden in a verse about people finding things to complain about, see?

  3. The Art of War. If you would have peace, prepare for war. The War On…Toxic Masculinity is actually a war on testosterone. If you have any testosterone left, it is your duty to learn how to defend your species. If you do not yet understand that the human species is under attack, go read The Protocols and come back. For those awaiting WW3, go get vaccinated, join the army of hopelessness, the battlefield is cancer, your only weapon is the savings you built for the old age you thought awaits after a lifetime of work. The cancer industry thanks you for your participation, donation and blind faith in their “experimental care”.

  4. The Soul of the White Ant. Eugene Marais went to the ants, to learn wisdom, as his Lord commandeth. What he learned is the workings of a hive, like the near universal habit of capturing pupae from other hives and raising them as slaves... By knowing the ways of the Hive, Man can see when someone is trying to beckon him into the Hive. The Hive hates humans, and their Plan laid out in the Protocols is nearing completion, if the daily news is anything to go by. Those who call us Cattle, want to capture us in a Hive, but Bill Gates says there’s place for only 300 million humans in the Hive. Humans may be herd animals, but we do not belong in a hive.

  5. A notebook. Because the world deserves to know about any original thoughts you can tell them about, and somehow, the best ones tend to evaporate in the light of a busy day.

Of course, this list is far from complete, so, if you can carry more, all the better for you.

ISIS, Terrorists and Freedom Fighters: A Field Guide

Terrorism: Enforcing your will upon a population through intimidation and violence.

To be a terrorist, you have to be in charge. The government is the only entity that can control a population, by definition; whomever controls the population, is the government of that population. Terrorism, in other words, is a function of GOVERNMENT. That is why the CIA is running all over the world creating NGO’s, Citizen Resistance groups and militias, like Al Qaeda, ISIS, Muslim Brotherhood, you name them. The Communists have been doing this for many decades, and since they moved their headquarters from Leningrad to Washington, they have become bold. Thank your gods that commies are also stupid. They are so impressed by their own cleverness, they forget we Dissidents have eyes, ears, memories, the ability to read and write. They think we know not the difference, between a Terrorist and a Freedom Fighter.

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What if Planet X is real, it would explain a lot

Yeah, more fake news, I’m sure. But what if? Just as an intellectual exercise, how could Realpolitik be better explained in the light of a species of humanoid that visits us every three millennia or so? For the purpose of this article, allow me to plagiarise Zitchin, his version of the history seems to make most sense, and he is considered the modern ‘inventor’ of the Twelfth Planet. For those familiar, you may skip the next two paragraphs, or read them and let me know why I got it wrong. After that, it gets hairy...

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Black Holes, Dark Matter and Sinister Stargazers on Dark Energy

That picture that was no picture, by a girly who did nothing much.

So, the NEWS presents me with this photo of a smiling dolly, and they tell me she took the world’s first-ever photograph of a Black Hole. This would seriously damage my personal need for bias confirmation, so I just have to take a look. What do I find, but a rather amateurish little .gif of the variety commonly captioned with “Artist’s impression”. Oh, well, they found a sexy little scientist to publish their latest theory, so what? Then the truth started trickling through…

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Satanic Priestesses at the United Nations

Magic is a very magical thing. Science performs magic every now and then, but soon somebody turns that magic into a piece of glass and plastic for sale to anybody with enough money. First was the magic of invention or discovery, then comes the science of explaining the miracle in common terms, and then we get the consumer item that turns the science into pollution and debt. From magic to slavery at a speed directly related to the profits offered by the new technology. It is sometimes difficult to see the relationship between our waste and the magic that enabled us to consider a manufactured object as waste. We have lost the magic inherent in life and consciousness, but magic still lives, and it is very much part of our unconsciousness…


Magic is not gone from this world, but like everything else worth something, it was declared contraband a long time ago, and it went underground, the privilege of secretive people gathered in secretive societies, to be corrupted in the dark and turned into a weapon against all society outside the secret society of worthy practitioners. This sounds very poetic and phantasmagorical, and I myself would never have my name attached to nonsense about witches and evil priestesses and satanic rituals in church basements, until I saw the American High priestesses performing at places like the United Nations hearings, or the priestesses scattered all over the news channels, spokesperson for this magnificent president, personal aide to that great leader, press secretary of that marvellous humanitarian army. At first, I thought them eye-candy appointed purely because they fit the ‘optics’ of the new presidency. In other words, pretty little bimbos that looks good in the reality show that is politics these days. I quickly changed my mind:

Firstly, those American spokeswomen are all a little bit worn around the edges, more make-up there, than beauty. It surprised me that Trump, with friends like Lolita, would use such old hags, and the stupidity! It was obvious from the beginning that these women pay absolutely no attention to reality, living purely within the confines of their dressing room offices, repeating words handed to them before the show starts. At least, that was my first, knee-jerk response to their blatant disconnect with reality. Most diplomats live by prevarication; it seems the most essential qualification for diplomats is the ability to evade the truth in the most verbose way imaginable. It has always been like that; the politician answers every question with three statements: Self-aggrandisement, followed by a reminder of the proletariat’s inability to take wise decisions, and lastly the promise to address all concerns raised with utmost transparency and accountability: “I am the Democratically elected Official in Charge, and I tell you that you cannot just believe rumours about funds being stolen. I am in constant high-level talks with experts and authorities, and a plan of action is being worked out. We intent to find whomever spread these rumours and discipline that person or persons to the full extend of the law.”

Never must the issue ever be obscured by facts. We have grown used to this, and all thinking people stop listening to the bull the moment they grow up enough to think beyond the next football game. This new crop of – and I say this as gender-neutrally as possible – this new crop of female speakers are all employing the very same tactic, which tells me they are either all the same woman, or they are all having their scripts written by the same person, or they are all working according to a very specific and well-defined agenda/protocol/script. Let us analyse their utterances as a genus, and if they never deviate from the rules we find, we know we have deduced the correct set of rules. This is how scientists turn magic into products; they define the behaviour of the underlying workings precisely, and the product must never deviate from that.

We may, for the purposes of being scholarly and referenceable, quote every single spokeswoman on every single occasion. That would indeed be a worthy occupation for a student wanting to extract a degree from a professor, or a professional journalist tired of drawing a salary, but my time on earth is short, and I’d rather spend the time drinking beer. I can, for the purposes of this discussion, refer you to YouTube videos of these feminine-looking entities uttering and perjuring and blaspheming all day long, but that would be old news, of worth only if you think me a liar. While you surf for videos celebrating these …things, I will attempt a generic speech by Niki Haley, doing her thing for American Security:

“The Federal government reiterates its right to defend itself, its overseas interests, its allies and the interests of our allies. The Yemeni war is a proxy war by the evil regime of Iran, and Iran must take responsibility for the 194 lives lost off the coast of Yemen this morning. The US Army always regrets the loss of civilian life, but the US Airforce strike was against a number of wooden fishing canoes approaching our aircraft carrier in a threatening manner. We urge the United Nations Security Council to take immediate action against the Iranian Regime, or risk the total destruction of civilisation in southwest Arabia.” All this is said in a deadpan monotone, delivered with an air of infallibility and utmost authority.

This scene repeats itself on television every day. The news changes; sometimes a juicy bit of libel against a foreign government, some days just the off-handed dismissal of public outrage over a hundred dead children in yet another mass bombing of yet another city in yet another far-off country no American can point out on a map. The faces change; Nauert, Haley, That other thing with the blonde hair and waxy smile, I don’t even care about their names anymore, I recognise that blank intent stare they have, then the lips start moving in this sort of dead monotone with just a hint of whatever accusation the current utterance holds, and then it ends with the Curse, always there must be something that might sound peevish or whiney, a plea for liberation from sorrow, and in there, I find they hide their curses. Mostly, though, they just glare at space, uttering a monotone statement of their innocence and our culpability, and justification for their abhorrent actions by the pure fabrication of data.

At first, it seemed odd, blatant and totally disconnected with reality. Understanding came when all subsequent discussions, from “both” sides of the political spectrum of media, assumed the absolute validity of the original press conference statement. It was like magic. It was as if these heavily-made up entities were delivering not prepared speeches, but incantations. The symbolism is just too obvious for words, the entire show is so blatantly ritualistic, the similarities to the old tales of witches and demon worship and evil lords and a suffering humanity under the cruel yoke of the magician-king and his evil witch mother, fantastic and glamorous, confident and austere, proud and unassailable in her eternal beauty, the true Queen, fearsome and vengeful, the bane of al who oppose her will; with a wave of her magic wand, she can turn any man into a gibbering fool, or a glorious hero. Entire nations may become overnight enemies, or allies since the beginning of time, merely by pointing her magic wand in the right direction. The evil queen’s wand is made, not of unicorn feathers, it contains not a drop of ghostly blood and the Phoenix shed no iron shoe for this wand. The magic wand of the Great Priestess Queen is made of that most holy of stuff, the most powerful of material, it is made of the fame-impregnated, celebrity-stained, paedophile-groomed, money-laundered, shame-ingrained, warmongering and soul-destroying parasitic growth against the hills of California. The wand of the high Satanic Priestesses of the American Diplomatic Corps is made of that most magical of all woods: Hollywood.

Wave your Hollywood wand at a rookie soldier lost in the desert, picked up and cared for by ‘enemy combatants’, and suddenly she is rescued by a whole battalion of brave Marines shouting “Hut,hut hut” at civilian nurses who have been trying to drive her home for a week already. Private Jessica Lynch, was it?
Wave your Hollywood wand, and firemen suddenly all become selfless heroes because a few dozen died during an unannounced demolition in New York. Of course the firemen were brave, but the wand took everyone’s attention off the fact that they died on the orders of people who knew beforehand exactly what is happening.
Wave the wand, and some poorly acted, extremely well-financed video of people covered in flour and acting dead, becomes proof of chemical warfare, grounds for regime-change war in Syria. Give it an Oscar.
Wave the wand, and six million people died in gas chambers in Auschwitz, all evidence notwithstanding.
Wave the wand, and Dresden never happened, no-one starved the concentration inmates for months after the war ended, before releasing the few survivors as walking skeletons. Wave that wand, and no-one got nuked because they refused to subject their economy to the ‘management’ of the Federal Reserve.
Wave the wand, and every white man suddenly understands his complicity in the suffering of innocent and noble barbarians all over the world, except for the Nordic countries, they were never hunted barbarians, they just sprang from the earth, killing people of colour just to satisfy their genetic predisposition towards racism and white supremacism. Never was one white barbarian on earth enslaved, hunted, exterminated by the Arabs, Romans, Roman Church, the Bank, never. White men came forth fully-formed racists with nuclear weapons and Gucci shoes. Except for the illiterate barbarian Viking bit, that looks good on the silver screen.
Wave your magic wand, the British Crown and the Vatican were the divine vehicles for civilising the world, the coloured nations supplied all the labour, and the capitalists are the only people who create and produce anything, anything at all.
Wave your Hollywood wand, my hunger pains are stilled by the reports of a new stock market high.
Wave your wand, Hollywood, we need to know our leaders are doing their very best to ensure investor confidence.
Wave your wand, because the moment you lose that ole Hollywood Magic, the entire Globalist Agenda will stand naked.

Is there no end to the magic that the magic wand made of Hollywood can bring forth upon mankind? What is next? An interactive gameshow where we use our cell phones to bomb some tribe somewhere because they are too poor to deserve living on top of mineral ‘resources’?
What next? Eternal rebroadcasts of Big Bang Theory to keep us inside, while the US bombs us back into the Stone Age?
Next thing you know, we will suddenly realise America is not a communist tyranny that monetises every possible form of human suffering; instead we will see them as the bright, everlasting beacon of humanitarianism and liberty, the last recourse of a mankind hungry and weary of war, disease-ridden and glad to be liberated by Sylvester Stallone and Will Smith, while Morgan Freeman, in the background, narrates our rights privileges and duties in the New World Order. Oh, and somehow, all the Yanks will be made in China.

I say we tie Trump’s spokeswomen up in iron chains, and throw them into the Potomac. …I am pretty sure they will float… pretty sure indeed. If they sink and drown, we know they were innocent. That test was good enough for The Catholic church, surely we can trust it?

Update: It seems a Sorcerer King has stood up, or maybe he’s just a High Priest, a bishop of the Diocese, kind of; Mike Pompeo utters the same monotonous incantations of violence and senseless hatred against the enemies of Zion as his female counterparts, only he gets to speak almost every day, from a variety of platforms, and his management of his president is not hidden in the least respect. It is almost embarrassing, the way Pompeo seems to determine all policy with or without bothering to read Trump’s latest tweets. The embarrassment lies in the poor attempts by Trump to keep up with the latest changes in policy. It would be funny, was it not so damnably sad.