On occasion I will read translated passages from VI Lenin and Joe Stalin. I do this primarily to marvel at their pristine, almost ebullient, evil. They were as if Brett Easton Ellis’ Patrick Bateman became flesh and assumed control over a superpower. Though malevolence is not a synonym of stupidity, and so I am also frequently impressed with the insight that heated their vast human blood bath.
One of Stalin’s remarks I always remember came presumably from an old conversation with Conan regarding what is best in life. Said Joe: My greatest pleasure is to choose one’s victim, prepare one’s plans minutely, slake an implacable vengeance, and then go to bed. There’s nothing sweeter in the world. He wasn’t particularly averse to hearing the lamentations of their women either. Though this quote captures well the elation of crushing your enemies.
And while that is indeed a deeply gratifying experience, it is one trailed closely by the satisfaction of watching your enemies crush themselves. Before we get to the edifying example of that, consider the logical sand hole white leftists are burying themselves within. They serenely proselytize the gospel of evil whitey to quickly converted “minorities” without ever seeming to wonder how those receptive minds might extrapolate the message. If a preacher in boots says the devil wears shoes, he better make them move when the congregation looks down.
That seems simple enough for you and me to comprehend. Yet it is too esoteric for antifa, alas. For these cosmic dullards, Smash the White Man! means certainly not me, but that bad one hiding behind the tree. And what when the tree is bare, and there is naught a whitey but the one standing there?
Hey! Hey! Easy little chums. I’m sure we’ll catch a nazi when the time comes!
Well our feet are aching and our bellies want stew. We’d like to eat a nazi, but any whitey will do. You’re all racists, you’re all haters, you told us that. Now give up your privilege and get into the vat.
As pleasurable as that image is, you can watch one of its initial manifestations right here. In the video, a droopy masked antifa bean pole is accosted by a plump and reproachful latina. She, having found herself entirely unimpressed with his insipid zeal, disciplined him remorselessly before the loitering leftist menagerie. For those who prefer reading over clicking, here is the exchange.
🌮 That’s like the height of white performativeness. If you’re really an ally, you punch for allies. You risk going to jail for the fact they have the platform. Just punch. Yeah.
🐀 Are you seriously (sic)?
🌮 I’m seriously telling you to do the work, yeah. Punch a nazi, stop being performative.
🐀 Dude, you have no idea. I put in work all the time.
🌮 Punch a nazi, and stop yelling about it. Be about this shit, if you’re a white ally.
🐀 I am! I’ve been fucking fighting for like three months! I put myself at risk for us [for you] all the time. Fuck off! Somebody threw a fucking megaphone on my head!
🌮 Punch a nazi, the performative shit is done. Punch nazis! Beat their fucking ass if you’re a white ally [trained seal]!
🐀 I will [obey]!
🌮 Do it then! Be about this shit! You’re pathetic.
🐀 I was here last time and fought all day long!
🌮 You’re still white! You’re still responsible! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU’RE INHERENTLY RACIST! IT’S IN YOUR BLOOD! IT’S IN YOUR DNA!
And into the pot he goes. Janissaries never understand who are the suckers sitting at the table. Though I suppose given the above genetic pronouncement we can dispense with claims that race doesn’t exist. Lib social scientists just got progressively stacked. Hate is in their blood.
And it’s in mine as well, to be honest. Man has never held a sentiment but contempt for those who attack their own people. Seeing white antifa eaten for its efforts would surely make their bolshevik saints quite amused. For the rest of us, there is nothing sweeter in the world. 🍰