So being the freakish offspring of WM/AF Eurasian male, it might be surprising that I even talk to blond white girls. But as Roosh wrote in his Racial Totem Pole article in which he ranked Asian males dead last, he said cheer up Asian dudes, at least your male and can take the initiative. And thats true. Even the lowest males get to force conversations on the highest females.
My Asiatic mom Yeah she goes for pop-psychology. How ironic. Since thats the stereotype applied to all Asians. That we are robots. Unfeeling calculators. So my parents discount race, and yet magically apply all the stereotypes of the model minority to me personally. And of course as a kid, my mom did try to be a Tiger mom to me. Complete with music lessons. But Tiger moms like all bullies are cowards deep down. So once I became a bigger asshole, she layed off. But I was the sweet shy quiet kid, thats when she was a Tiger to me.
So there I am talking to a blond. God’s perfection on earth. The muses of the poets. Is it any wonder that Western Civilization could produce such beauty? The beauty of the West is just a mirror of the Blonds who inspired it all. You give me the privilege of speaking to you. You smile and laugh at my incoherent jokes. You are showing Christian mercy to the barbarian. But your grace is wasted on a soulless freak like me. Don’t you know that I’m born of Wm/Af. I am a tribute to your infinite superiority of whiteness. IF you were not greater than me, my life would not exist. But yes you should laugh at me. I am a great joke. A monstrous freak. An elephant man. A freak show. She twirls her hair. A patronizing nod. You humor me, but you warn me. We both know that I am a ogre. But you in your infinite white grace, tolerate me. How easily you could crush me with your little pinky. I might as well flirt with the stars, the moon or the sun. But thank you. thank you for being patronizing. You could just point me out as the scum that I am right there. But you go through the motions. You pretend that I am a human being. Thanks for playing that game.
How can I fight white nationalism? When I look into your gentle eyes, can I disagree with the 14 words “that the beauty of the white woman shall not perish from the earth”? I might as well have waged war against the Sun.
I can’t believe I was once at war with whiteness. You break me. All my illusions. I tried to fool myself into thinking I was human. How angry I would be if I was human. Oh the irony, that you pretending I am human, puts to bed any lies that dream I am human. It is my place to serve you. I would like to think that you smile and laugh, not just to waste your christian mercy on a soulless devil, but also laugh at my freakishness. It is a great joke! An abomination approaches an angels. It is so grotesque it is sublime! Now thats comedy! Why do you even bother to spare me feelings? What feelings could an asiatic beast like me even have? Call me out. Tell me what a fool I am. Ask me if I have lost my damn mind! Why do I put my shadow of failure over your perfection? Slime! As a white woman, you could just have a bunch of bruisers remove me from your presence. Remove me from the planet! And rightly so! I know what I am. I’m the outcome of my own castration. What place do I have, other than to be a freak for your amusement? Laugh AT me. I lack humor, but I am humor. My existence is a joke. Me talking to you is a joke. So you smile, twirl you blond silk, and laugh. And I laugh too. Of course my laugh isn’t real. As a Eurasian, I do not truly understand humor, the way Westerners do. Do you not understand? I’m a monster! I should be destroyed. Stricken from the land! Abomination! Abomination! Abomination! If WM/Afs are something sick and evil, it is only rational that something sick and evil should result. Nothing good can come of pure evil. I am the outcome of all that is evil in the world. I’m pure blackness. I wish me ill.