If I was successful, instead of the author of this blog, you could be sure that WMAF would be claiming my success for their own. Instead of having to hide behind 3/4 White Keanu Reeves, they would have me, a genuinely 1/2 Asian son. They would post my picture all over the web, and brag how their relationship would create sons like me. They already do this, but they still haven’t found a genuine WMAF son yet. So they mostly do this with pictures of AMWF sons, full-Asians, Turks, Slavs, Uzbeks or whatever other schemes they can think up. This is the best I could hope to achieve. Being a poster boy for wmaf, my worst enemy. WMAF would like to send me to Asian, to rule over them as a Mestizo ruling class. They want to create a new Latin American hierarchy in East Asia. And despite their wealth, Taiwan, South Korea, Hong Kong, Japan, Singapore, seem quite happy to oblige.
You can’t say this is an economic issue, since other Third World countries are not having the same crisis. Not Africa, South America or South Asia.
It is clear why so many Eurasian men, feel that they only thing they can achieve with their lives is suicide. Many Eurasian men feel that, by committing suicide and publicly blaming it on being born of WMAF, they are doing the best thing they can do with their wmaf parentage. A Eurasian must lay down his life to gain it. The salvation of his people can only be achieved in his death. Can we say that the views held by large numbers of Hapas is wrong?
There is no good life for a Hapa man, to look forward to. He was born of a marriage of racial degradation of his own manhood. You can’t tell a Hapa what to do with such a life. He is a living contradiction. He can only be resolved when he dissolves the bonds of his wmaf DNA.
Its no fun being Eurasian. And I can see why no one else wants to do it. Half-Asian men will refuse to be the sons of their wmaf parents. We will spit on their ‘gift’ of life. How dare they, selfishly impose this hellish life on Hapas. I could not be more sickened. I feel utter disgust at my parents. I judge them. The child judges the parents.
I see now, more than ever before, that there is no hope of my Hapa life. There is nothing to dream of. No miracle can save me. I can’t run away from my Hapa face and DNA. I can’t change the parents I was born of. There is no hope. Not to be born Hapa. That is my only wish. I can’t imagine any fate in the world, worse than being born of WMAF parents. My empathy and sympathy for others is all burnt out. There is only me now. I can only see Hapa problems. And while I might have had sympathy for the problems of others, no one can feel empathy for the Hapa son.
We Hapa sons are truly a lost race. It is a law of nature that Hapas must be born. Not for the intrinsic good of the Hapa. Not because there is anything desirable about the Hapa life. But it simply follows from the large number of WMAFs that there will be a large number of WMAF sons. We are an unintentional consequence, collateral. Perhaps my WMAF parents could have lived a good life with each other, had they never introduced children into the equation. Now their marriage has become hell. They overstepped by having children. They already had their wmaf, and they could have been satisfied with that. But they had the hubris to believe they could successfully raise mixed Asian children in America. They terribly miscalculated. They overreached in my birth.
No one will ever understand the Hapa. We live lives of silent torment. In the midst of your wonderful, tolerant, technologically advanced society. We are in an inferno. All the evils of the world, have triumphed in the birth of a Hapa. I can’t take any pleasures in the gains of the world. Evil has won in my birth. There is nothing in this world for me. I can’t even taste it. I’m a monster in a monstrous world. I wish I could close my eyes to the world’s despair, but I can’t close the eyes to my Hapaness. Are Hapas going to be content to consent to being the 21st century slaves of their White daddies?
I can’t live that Hapa life, you all want for me. You all want me to kneel down before my WMAF parents, and accept their rule over me. This is what all your crocodile tears are shed for, when you pretend you are worried for my well-being. You know full well there is no well-being for a Hapa in this world. We are ogres, chased away everywhere. Hounded from every direction. Subject to universal derision. An untouchable caste. The wandering Hapa. There is no one as pitiful as the Hapa man. He will never know human warmth. The human hand will only reach out to the Hapa, to strike him. This is what humanity has been for the Hapa. The Hapa is not even considered an animal, for he is not a natural creature. Rather he is a Frankenstein mutant experiment in hybrid eugenics. A failed attempt to create an East Aryan master race by WMAF. I’m a Nazi science experiment gone wrong. I want to vomit up my genes and soul. I can feel my insides eating themselves. The brutal race war inside every one of my cells. Hated from the outside, in a civil war inside. This is my Hapa life.
I have never been a person to this world. I have only been a Hapa. And this is what people have seen in me. A soulless monster. This is the original Hawaiian meaning of the world Hapa. Wandering ghosts without souls. Without a race to cling to. And this is exactly how I feel. A Hapa ghost blowing in the wind.
They tell wmaf couples not to worry about the happiness of their future children. For parents are Gods to their children. And Hapas are to fall to their knees and worship their WMAF Creator Gods. And this is why, the Hapa man, who stands up to his parents, is the Lucifer of the WMAF Cosmology.
Its not a good life for us Hapas. This is why none of us have ever amounted to anything. The burden placed on our back is too much. Is this the price of Asian development and globalization? Must the wealth of your flashy cyberpunk cities be purchased with the blood and bones of Hapas? You have built your gold on a mountain of Eurasian corpses. And these corpses are still fetuses. For we Hapas are doomed from birth. I can’t take any pride in your economic progress, knowing that globalization has set the conditions in which an abomination like me could be born. People from the other side of the world, would not be associating with each other, much less reproducing, without modern globalization. Perhaps it will build you mountains of wealth. But the Rise of Asia, means nothing to me, if the price to be paid is Eurasian. For I’m not some rich Chinese businessman. I’m a Hapa man living in America. I paid the price for you. All your gold, can’t buy my soul back.
Who are we Eurasians? What are we? As the Hapa girl from my book said. These are the wrong questions to ask. WHY are we? That for her is the only relevant Hapa question worth asking. She is right of course. What is our Hapa destiny going to be? Is this what it means to be Hapa? Why does wmaf have to create children? why did I have to be one of its victims?
I’m a victim of WMAF. I’m born of WMAF. I’m a WMAF son. The child of a white dad and asian mom. I can’t tear out my genes, though Lord knows I tried. This is truly a hellish existence. SWPL is right. We Asian hybrids are Atheistically pleasing. For new Good Lord, would create a universe driven by sexual selection that creates the Hapa monstrosity. When you look into the eyes of a Hapa, you know he was the work of Darwin, not God. And as the good Darwin giveth so he taketh away. Through sexual selection Hapas are born. Through sexual selection, Darwin shall weed out the Hapa plague. These Hapa weeds will be cast out from the genetic garden of humanity. I’m being weeded out of human biology. It is quite beautiful that this is the fate of WMAF DNA. The only pain, is the fact, that I’m the weed that needs to be weeded out. I shall be the one, pulled out by my roots. I didn’t choose to mix these genes, but I must live with the burden of the full consequences. Its all on my back.
These are the Hapas who walk among you. I’m spilling all our secrets.