For those of you who question why it is people like myself are constantly naming these Jews, you need to realize that you are asking yourself the wrong question. The question you should be asking yourself is; if guys like Grandpa Lampshade are wrong about the Jews, then how come they have so much material to use when they talk about them? I mean, think about it. I don’t just write on this blog or record my show with rantings about Jews with no definitive proof or explanation. I always have actual names and articles and facts that I point to as material. If these Jews are really just another variant of white people, then why is it people like me have so much material on them? If you’re a normie it’s likely that on some level (though you may not be comfortable yet admitting it) you know that blacks are genetically completely different than us. This explains their behavior patterns. As you become aware of Jewish racial identity you will come to realize that these Jews are just as different from us as blacks, it’s just a little harder to spot. One of the things that you come to realize as a behavior pattern with Jews is the need for constant social revolution. This is why no matter how much of their agenda they succeed in getting, they’re always pushing for more. This is why there will never be enough, even after an entire civilization is burnt to the ground. They just can’t help it. It’s who they are. This is why I always say that people such as myself don’t have an irrational hatred of Jews, it’s simply pattern recognition. Now obviously this genetic drive manifests itself in different ways. When you start zeroing in on individuals you will see it take different forms. For instance, there’s the cold calculating ways of say a Netanyahu vs the lumbering buffoonish illustration of a Lena Dunham. Since it’s Saturday morning and I’m in the mood for LULZ lets dive into the delusional world of the fat Jew shitlib Lena for our morning dose of kekes.
This woman got ahead on her pure talent alone Goyim. No Jewish nepotism was involved.
I woke up on Election Day like a bride: rosy, thrilled, a little controlling about just how MY perfect day would be spent.
Oh geez, can you imagine this being your bride?
After working on the Clinton campaign for eighteen months, I was ready to celebrate, and sure that by nightfall I’d be knocking back glasses of champagne and creating a story to tell my unborn children.
To be specific: when she says “unborn children” she means the ones she doesn’t abort. I’m not necessarily in favor of abortion but if abortion were outlawed tomorrow, I would lobby for an exception for Lena Dunham. No child should have to go through that. And you people think we Nazis hare heartless.
I smugly selected a baby-blue sweater with a not-so-subtle p**** motif and headed to vote with my boyfriend, smiling at the elderly socialists on my block like it was Sesame Street.
The classy never fails to shine through.
Because as horrifying as I found Donald Trump’s rhetoric, as hideous as I found his racism and xenophobia, as threatening to basic decency as I found his demagogue persona, I never truly believed he could win.
This is why we will ultimately achieve victory over these people. Sun Tzu said, “If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.” These people know neither. They have no idea who we are or what we are fighting for nor our goals. As to themselves, they live in a world where they surround themselves in a delusion bubble and refuse to allow any sort of reality to filter in. When reality does burst in they do not reevaluate themselves or their position, they simply create a new delusion to explain the reality. The thought that they could be wrong about anything never crosses their mind.
I’d been traveling the country for the last few weeks, in swing states like North Carolina and Colorado. While I’d dealt with a few irritating email questions (those f***ing emails, as if they were a worthy corollary to fraud and sexual assault), the resolve and passion of students, many of whom had made their way over from the Bernie Sanders campaign, gave me a sense of hope that got me downright high. I didn’t see how with faces this bright, diverse, wise, and passionate anything but the best — the only — result could prevail.
Don’t forget, this is the woman who wrote about molesting her own sister awhile back so it’s a bit hard to take her indignation at made up gold digger stories of sexual assault very seriously. Again, she surrounds herself with people like herself and convinces herself that the whole world is just like the Bernie people. LEL
The three hours I spent at the Javits Center Tuesday night, surrounded by campaign staffers and fellow surrogates for Hillary Clinton, are blurred and spotty. At a certain point it became clear something had gone horribly wrong. Celebrants’ faces turned.
Delusion bubble status: popped.
The modeling had been incorrect. Watching the numbers in Florida, I touched my face and realized I was crying. “Can we please go home?” I said to my boyfriend. I could tell he was having trouble breathing
The facts were wrong! No, your delusions were just that; delusions. The reality was there all the time you just couldn’t believe the entire rest of the country didn’t embrace leftopia. Now come on, I can’t picture your boyfriend was literally having trouble breathing.
Yeah ok, never mind.
I could feel my chin breaking into hives.
That was from the sweat trapped between the rolls.
Another woman showed me her matching hive, hidden by fresh concealer.
Fatties of a feather flock together. Usually at the all you can eat buffet.
At home I got in the shower and began to cry even harder. My boyfriend, who had already wept, watched me as I mumbled incoherently, clutching myself. “It wasn’t supposed to go this way. It was supposed to be her job. She worked her whole life for the job. It’s her job.”
How child like are these kikes? If Trump had lost how many of his supporters would be responding this way?
Over the year and a half I worked on the campaign, I received threats and abuse at a level I could not have imagined.
Yeah only these “threats” are never actually revealed, we’re always just supposed to take her word for it. Kind of like the Holocaust. As to the abuse she’s whining about, well all I can say is….
My Twitter mentions went from rude to downright violent.
How can words be violent? It was violent….in her mind.
My phone was hacked, and I was sent images of aborted fetuses…
Why should this bother you? Your position is that abortion is simply a medical procedure performed on a woman, like removing a tumor. If someone sent me a picture of gall stones I wouldn’t be particularly bothered by that.
I was called a fat whore…
But words have meaning and you really are fat. I guess you could parse the word “whore” since I’ve never heard of you finding anyone willing to pay you for it so “slut” would have been more appropriate.
(I was) told I should be killed in front of everyone who knew me.
File under “shit that never happened” just like bug spray gas chambers.
My experience mimics that of so many women who organized for Hillary Clinton and against Donald Trump, most of them not celebrities.
I love how feminists on the one hand tell you they can do anything and be just as tough as a man then turn around and whine that men are being mean to them and that’s not fair because they’re girls. You don’t get to have it both ways bitches. Sorry.
We wanted a female president.
Then you should have picked a candidate that wasn’t a completely corrupt unlikable old hag.
We wanted guaranteed control over our own bodies.
Just don’t show us the pictures!
We wanted equal pay.
….for working fewer hours.
But we kept going, thinking these were the dying moans of the dragon known as the patriarchy being stabbed again and again in the stomach. We believed that on November 9, they’d be licking their wounds while we celebrated.
Again, you don’t know your enemy nor do you even know yourselves. We understand you people and are waking more and more of our own people up everyday.
It is painful on a cellular level knowing those men got what they wanted, just as it’s painful to know you are hated for daring to ask for what is yours.
But what about Muh Democracy? Don’t “those men” get to have a say too? Otherwise you’re just whining that you don’t get to be their oppressors. Nobody hates you Lena because you are kindly asking for anything, they hate you because you’re a revolting fat kike, trying to tear down the society that the very people you are mocking and attacking built. Why should white men hand their entire civilization over to you so that you can crap all over it and tear it down? Why should we quietly subjugate ourselves to the dregs of society? Why should we quietly go away so that Jews such as yourself can strip the fruits of our labor bear and your stupid goy allies can posture as morally superior? Why should we do any of those things? The election of Trump is a battle victory for us, nothing more. We will now march forward. The white people of the nation are just starting to realize they have no reason to hate themselves. We will not stop. We will not tire. We will fight until every last white person in the country can unflinchingly name the problem that we face: the Jew. The enemy is wounded, now is the time to press the attack harder than ever. Forget that nonsense you were told about not kicking an opponent when they are down. These people will never ever show any mercy to you should they get the upper hand. Press the attack and drive them into the ground. Make no mistake: they are genetically driven to destroy you, thus they will never stop until they have achieved that goal. You owe them no compromise and you owe them no quarter.