Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

I didn’t know whether I wanted to blog on this story, or immigrate to a more productive hobby than blogging. While that decision remains aloft, I’ll compromise and a draft a brief expression of wonder at what has to be the most bizarre story I’ve read in some time.

In it, a jewish female race vampire–imagine an ersatz Tim Wise without the paunch, penis, or goodwill toward white people–vacates her already interracial marriage to take up with a palsied and mute black invalid 11 years her junior. Sounds copacetic. Though since her paramour didn’t possess the cognitive capacity of the cucumbers that preceded his entry into her vaginal canal, he was judged incapable of rendering sexual consent. Thus compelling authorities to seek legal relief, specifically in the form of a First Degree Felony Sexual Assault indictment. A charge she was subsequently convicted of and now awaits sentencing. There could be no greater joy.

But first some background. Let’s begin with Juliet.

Marjorie Anna Stubblefield goes by her middle name, pronounced with an aristocratic a, as in the word ‘‘nirvana.’’ Her last name is her former husband’s. Years ago, she was Margie McClennen, an honors student who grew up Jewish in the nearly all-white town of Plymouth, Mich. ‘‘I was raised to believe that I have the responsibility of tikkun olam, repairing the world,’’ Anna wrote in her 2005 book ‘‘Ethics Along the Color Line.’’

And Ms. Tikkun took her Olam very seriously indeed. What follows is a brief sampling of her ruminations on just who it is that requires a severe repairing.

Our world is in shambles. White supremacy is central to this state of affairs, and we cannot repair the world without ending it.

Even in well-­intentioned quests to be antiracist, white people all too often invade or destroy the space of nonwhite people.

Whites elites devised measures of I.Q. as both a rationalization and a tool of anti-black oppression.

It is crucial to wrestle with the horrors and conundrums of whiteness.

Well the jury elected to wrestle instead with the conundrums of sexually predating crippled black vegetables. And that’s another horror of whiteness she didn’t even mention.

So who was this Billy Dee Williams of B. rapa?

D.J. is impaired: His cerebral palsy leaves him prone to muscle spasms in his face, his neck, his torso and his arms and hands…it’s hard for him to stay in one position, muscle contractions sometimes twist his spine and clench his fingers in a useless ball…he has trouble making eye contact and keeping objects fixed in view…he wears diapers and cannot dress himself…he can walk only if someone steadies him, otherwise he gets around by scooting on the floor…D.J. screams when he’s unhappy and chirps when he’s excited, but he can’t control his vocal cords…at 35, D.J. has never said a word.

So DJ’s guardians delivered him to the tender care of Ms. Stubblefield who, in addition to her meanderings on white malfeasance, was also an avid practitioner of a ludicrous debunked Ouija board procedure called “Facilitated Communication.” In this, a facilitator grasps the arm or finger of a future boyfriend and maneuvers it to spell whatever message the quack pretends to divine. There is some perverse pride to be taken from a society so dissolute that such manure could actually be served for consumption. At any rate, the image below depicts a session (not our star-crossed lovers) in mid charlatanry.

What's this your typing Billy? "If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss" Oh I swoon!

What’s this you’re typing Billy?
“If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss”
Oh Billy I swoon!

So after DJ composed a series of sonnets via FC, he and Anna announced their intention to elope to his dumbfounded mammy, who subsequently took notice of their sunny shenanigans to the po-po. All of which culminated in a woman weeping more lavishly over her impending prison sentence than even the state of white supremacy. It was that bad.

And while we invaders, destroyers, and horrors are to remain at least momentarily at-large, Anna Stubblefield, alas, will not.

For never was a story of more woe than this.

35 thoughts on “Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

  1. This, nor this, could have happened in B.C. Sparta. I partially blame Corky’s old show, “Life Goes On”, for this phenomenon — for trying to menschenize untermensch (nice as Downies may be). I suppose if they did it for blacks (The Jeffersons) and mexicans (Chico and the Man), then they had to do it for retards too; but all it did was to kickstart another mossy rock down another slippery slope.
    There’s no way this doesn’t all lead to mainstream tard porn. And God hiring a Fifth Horseman.

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  3. The most insane part of the story is this… you have a crippled son, it’s hell looking after him, he has no friends, no hope of a life, etc etc etc.

    Then a super crazy, yet nice and loving white lady comes along and magically he can type and she loves him and “they” “want” to marry.

    Then, the crazy black mom says no way! I can’t have this!

    WTF Lady?

    What’s so bad about a crazy white woman loving and caring for the son who’d otherwise eventually end up in that state run shit hole?

    Why even resist… just be happy that somebody for some reason LOVES your severely crippled son and actually WANTS to look after him… and this is the bestet part – at her expense…

    You figure the severely crippled guy does not enjoy sex? or whatever it is they do… I imagine that he would enjoy it… shooting jizz happens to be enjoyable to most.

    Whatever, let everybody’s real dad pay – the state…. christ almighty.

    When I was a kid I traded a garden variety Nolan Ryan card to another dumber kid for a Dave Winfield rookie card!… my Dad laughed and my friggin mom made me trade back because it wasn’t “right”… so i truck on over there to his house and you know what happened????? HE WOULDN’T TRADE BACK… HE WAS FUCKING HAPPY WITH NOLAN RYAN’S 1985 CARD!!!!!!!!!

    damn everybody – put a nut in jail for trying to love a cripple. wow. justice! what a heinous criminal… we’re all safer now.

    sometimes people are happy with something you don’t want or worse don’t want you to have because reasons…. good, well thought out reasons.

    fuck fuck fuck.

    we all lose – money. trials, incarceration and expenses for cripple care, etc…

    USG Cash spigot over personal solutions.

    super.

      • Correct. The family has filed (or intends to file) a civil law suit. I don’t know what the loon has to strip personally, but as I understand it she was working in the capacity as a university researcher into disabilities. So they’ll sue the school as well.

      • Absolutely! The state and feds pay tons of money for gorks like DJ. He was worth $15,000-$50,000 to mom. No way is she going to get off that gravy train.

  4. There are so many guffaw-worthy nuggets in the story… That this black retard told her that he did not want to watch porn because it “objectified women”. That she took his diaper off to blow him. That facilitated communication fails the basic “name the thing that I showed you but not the facilitator” test, but these loons still believe in it.

    I have been chortling at this story all week now. It really ties everything — Jewish insanity, Liberal value inversion, negro worship, & women’s enslavement to their emotions — together so perfectly.

  5. We have these occasional examples of the Left consuming itself in fervent orgies of righteousness. This one, though, is a welcome break from the treacle of pathological altruists consumed by the objects of their passion. But she is so much more: she is a white-hot progressive star burning a trail across the night sky. Though I see it has ended badly for her. In her passion she forgot that you never go full Prog.

  6. The Tikkum Olam doctrine (change the World) explain a lot about the historical behaviour of the jews, especially the Marxists/Atheists/Neocon ones.

    The Jewish Revolutionary spirit goes from Moses to Marx.

  7. Speaking as a white man, don’t we have ghastly complexions? Par-baked like those bread rolls you can buy in supermarkets, we look like not quite the finished product. Glancing at the person opposite on the Tube the other day, I thought “if only I could be that colour”. He was in his late thirties, maybe, south Asian, maybe Sri-Lankan; and his skin was that beautiful golden brown that whispers that this is how humans were supposed to look.

    White is just wrong for skin, a kind of mutation as though some key pigment was missing from birth. It looks inbred.

    The rest resides behind a paywall here.

      • To close the loop, it was well worth it for me. Presumably you’ll be able to check out the speakers on the NPI page before too long. The joint podcast (Richard Spencer, the Red Ice team, and Mike Enoch of TRS) was a lot of fun. We even had a small group of protesters. As far as I saw, there was nothing worse than Silly String and epithets. The best part was that I did indeed meet someone from my area, so now we can meet for sanity beer every once in a while.

  8. Here is apparently the entire piece that was excerpted above. Remarkable that this gets printed outside some liberal Internet latrine.

    Speaking as a white man, don’t we have ghastly complexions? Par-baked like those bread rolls you can buy in supermarkets, we look like not quite the finished product. Glancing at the person opposite on the Tube the other day, I thought “if only I could be that colour”. He was in his late thirties, maybe, south Asian, maybe Sri-Lankan; and his skin was that beautiful golden brown that whispers that this is how humans were supposed to look.

    White is just wrong for skin — a kind of mutation, as though some key pigment was missing from birth. It looks inbred. I met a girl when I was younger called Weetabix (she said her rural Nigerian parents had wanted her to have an English name, and chose one at the general store) who described sleeping with a white man as being like “sleeping with a skinned animal”: semi-transparent with the blood vessels visible. The awful mental image has never left me.

    And as you get older (if you’re white) you realise that a white skin is like a white carpet: it shows all the stains and blemishes. White youths enjoy a sort of mayfly summer, looking an enviable milky alabaster for about half an hour — before they blotch and smudge and scuff and smear and pimple and flush and rash and scratch and mottle themselves into shop-soiled old age. My number one colour would be caramel, closely followed by the almost inky black of the Turkana tribe I once travelled among in northern Kenya.

    Come on, admit it, whiteys: if you were God designing the human animal, your brush poised above the divine palette, would you really go for just-crawled-out-from-under-a-stone off-white? Sallow sucks.

    The author is a homosex “conservative,” who once was attacked in Africa and his female partner raped by beautiful black skin. I expect he’ll have a column in National Review by the end of the week.

    • His “civil partner” is Julian Glover, a speechwriter for David Cameron – small world. I remember Parris wrote in a Times article once about how he stopped on his way home from Parliament (he was a Tory MP) to go cruising in a park and got jumped on by some queerbashers who left him with a cracked rib.

    • That’s funny. The thought of a White man banging a Nigerianess named Weetabix gives a differently-awful mental image to me.

    • “He has said that an early reading of Animal Farm made him a Conservative as an ‘admiration for [the pigs] intelligence and sense of order dawned in me.’ “

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