Lori Lightfoot for President!

[club sandwich with cooked ham and American cheese at Amor Fati in Pakse, Laos on 4/18/23]

I woke up in the middle of the night to find this remarkable comment, “Do you realize that complaining about what Americans eat you sound just like a Jew ridiculing those dumb goys in flyover country and your politics sound like they came straight from the Jew Howard Zinn. You write about America from his perspective.”

First off, I don’t complain, I dissect, and I’ve never considered the American heartland as “flyover country.” I doubt there is any book in the last two decades as sympathetic towards ordinary goyim, of any color living anywhere, as my Postcards from the End of America.

Moreover, I only cited five items, Wonder Bread, American cheese, Bud, Miller and cornflakes, as examples of corporate garbage fed to a brainwashed public. I didn’t say anything about scrapple, buffalo wings, fried chicken, hard-shell tacos, chili con carne, clam chowder, Chicago hotdogs or Italian hoagies, did I? That’s because I love them all, plus much more.

Lastly, you have to be a congenital idiot to think my politics come straight from Howard Zinn!

Zinn says America is a criminal enterprise. I say America is a Jewjacked criminal enterprise. If you think those two assertions are the same, you’re way beyond help.

There is a growing number of whites who are determined to be victims, however, so they attack even those who are sympathetic towards their pitiful plight. Energized by the belief that everybody is against them, they’re constantly lashing out, but without accomplishing anything. It feels good, though, if messy. Blacks and Jews, by contrast, benefit greatly from their victim statuses, with both mostly crafted by Jews, by the way.

Cornering themselves, these whites keep digging, ever deeper, their own mass grave. Homebound, they don’t realize that outside the Jewscrewed West, whites aren’t the least demonized, but often, quite the opposite.

What triggered the dim bulb I quoted was my pointing out that Americans have been conned forever, so there’s a correlation between them swallowing bullshit food and information. Cocooned their entire lives in bullshit, they have a violent reaction to anything that’s not bullshit.

Uprooted from traditions, many Americans are like college freshmen with new hair, wardrobe, tattoos and, now, maybe even sex. The smartest among them become sophomores. Eager for radical makeovers, they’re easy prey for hustlers who promise all that’s new, improved and progressive.

Cultures endure by being grounded, so anything that has survived down the centuries is, and should be, cherished. Transient beings, we’re comforted by the continuity of our blood, language and arts. Made of flints and wave worn stones, the ugliest church in East Anglia still moves because it’s an abode for ancient ghosts, and yours, too, tomorrow, if that’s your village.

Swilling corporate sludge, Americans are also told they’re the best at everything, an impossibility for any nation. Diddled from birth, many are offended if you suggest anything anywhere is better than the American version. This, I was reminded when I praised the English pub. No, American bars are better, some anon screamed! It’s become a nation of anonymous screamers.

This extreme touchiness and constant demand for universal praise has such deep roots, it may be the defining American trait. After visiting the infant country in 1831, Tocqueville observed:

Americans, in their relations with foreigners, appear impatient at the least censure and insatiable for praise. The slimmest eulogy is agreeable to them and the greatest is rarely enough to satisfy them; they pester you at every moment to get you to praise them; and if you resist their entreaties, they praise themselves […] Their vanity is not only greedy, it is restive and envious. It grants nothing while demanding constantly. It is entreating and quarrelsome at the same time […] One cannot imagine a more disagreeable and talkative patriotism. It fatigues even whose who honor it.

Near death, it has become even more infantile, believe it or not, so we have Joe Biden joking about chocolate chip ice cream right after a mass shooting. As locked down Americans worried about their lost incomes, an obscene Nancy Pelosi chirped about her stash of pricey ice creams. Still pushing genocidal Jewjabs after three years, Rochelle Walensky speaks to Americans as if they’re retarded children. With her eyes impossibly wide and slow enunciation, she reassures them. Much more blood must be clotted.

When Obama announced on 5/2/11 that Bin Laden had been killed, joyous crowds spilled onto streets to shout, “USA! USA!” So what if there’s no evidence Bin Laden was involved with 9/11, or that he was murdered that night. Brain damaged children can be told anything.

In 1920, a horrible man wrote of a “world-wide conspiracy for the overthrow of civilisation and for the reconstitution of society on the basis of arrested development, of envious malevolence, and impossible equality.”

With its safe spaces, cowardly intellectuals, stupid universities, incapacity for adult conversations, removal of serious arts from the public sphere and Satanic pop culture, one society is already reconstituted. Like a four-hundred-pound blob streaking across an open field, it’s clear he has no clothes.

As a child, I used to see corpses quite regularly on TV, for my country was at war. On the streets, it was also normal to see people maimed by this massive violence. Only in the US, though, was I introduced to slasher films and flippant or gleeful jokes about war.

Though long entertained by violence, cinematic and actual, Americans are now routinely warned that what they’re about to see on TV may be disturbing. Bloodthirsty snowflakes must be shielded from what’s going on right outside their windows.

As the US prepares for war against Russia and China, its own house is falling apart. Due to widespread shoplifting, brokeassed citizens and unsafe or shit-strewn sidewalks, stores, big and small, are closing everywhere. Just look at what has become of Chicago. Its first black lesbian mayor with a Jewish wife, Lori Lightfoot will be remembered for this classic, “I have the biggest dick in Chicago.” Now, that’s leadership.

In fact, she may have the biggest dick in all of America.

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