A story came down the pike this week about a black
guy who needs blood transfusions. The American Red Cross is trying to help. Now,
"we all know" that blood is blood. Hey, we all bleed red blood, right?
"Gee, Ward," gushes a low consciousness, semi-sentient, June, "I'm
white and this other person is black, but if you cut both of us we'll both bleed
red blood. See, that just proves we're all the same and that race doesn't exist.
It just makes me want to run right out and hug all of humanity."
don't want whites to think along these lines, because if they do so they may wake
up from a blender induced hypnotic trance and begin questioning the blending premises.
Whites might actually begin throwing off the conditioning and they might begin
thinking for themselves again. They might even completely free their minds from
the flat-world propaganda prison that so many white people find themselves in
that is ringed all about with hate terms such as "racist," and "bigot."
And, horror of horrors, whites just might start feeling good about being white
and they might even start finding their true selves and begin demanding their
God or nature given rights to self-identification, self-determination and separation.
So, just how did the Red Cross advertise for blood
without really using or boldly indicating the "r" word (race)? Simple.
If the news report is a clue, then they just substituted the word "culture"
for "race." Culture? Of course, those who aren't up on blending double-speak
might have gotten confused by this and thought the Red Cross wanted blood from
people who are part of Hip Hop culture or something similar, and a few wiggers
might even have shown up to donate blood in order to show solidarity with their
black bro. Of course, "culture" isn't really what the Red Cross meant.
To make things a bit clearer, the Red Cross explained that the guy's culture is
African-American. Get it? Right. They didn't say his race is African-American;
it's his "culture" that is African-American. You see the subtle shift
of course. "African-American" does indicate race, but it gives something
of a euphemistic twist to the concept of race because Africa and America are continents,
not races. "Negro blood" would have been a more descriptive term for
what they wanted to get, but the term Negro plops race right out there where everyone
can see it straight on, and that's not what is desired by the blenders and those
who have internalized the big lie about there being no races.
Why all the verbal dancing? The blenders demand it. Clearly
saying that you need blood from people of one race is the same thing as saying
that race exists. This isn't what the blenders want. The blenders are trying to
eradicate the whole concept of race and they're pretending it doesn't exist. Why?
Because their ultimate genocidal goal is to eradicate all separate races and have
all humans breed together. Some blenders hope this will wipe out the present races
and replace them with a person who carries genes from all races and who thus has
allegiance to no race--the Tan Everyman. All hail the Untermensch, for an under-man
he will be, as he huddles under the center of the bell curve like something out
of Goldilocks. "This person is too white and this one is too black. This
one in the middle is just right. This person is too tall and this one is too small.
This one in the middle is just right."
there's the well known fact that one must get bone marrow transplants from people
of one's own, ah, "culture" or the bone marrow won't take. Somehow,
our racist bodies know if bone marrow is from this "culture" or this
other "culture" and if it's from the wrong "culture" our bodies
will reject it and we'll die. You see, our evil bodies are prejudiced and bigoted
and just don't like people of other colors. When we're sleeping, our evil racist
bodies (if we're white) probably go out and burn crosses on nice black people's
lawns. "Golly, Ward, I didn't think I was a racist," says June while
crying and wringing her hands. "I go out of my way to tell people of other
'cultures' that I love them and that I hate many people of my own 'culture,' but
now I hate my body because it's a racist. I think I'll have to just jump off a
building to get rid of this racism that is within me. Oh, why was I ever born.
I hate myself."
real stinkeroo of a news story this week, however, was one about a bunch of so-called
scientists who met recently and formed a consensus among themselves that race
doesn't exist. One guy, Alan Goodman, who is apparently the incoming president
of the American Anthropological Association, said: "Culturally, I'm white-ified.
People see me as white. That has something to do with how I look, but it has nothing
to do with biological variation."
again, perhaps some of these white-ified so-called scientists believe that people
of the, er, white-ified cultural persuasion have somehow just acquired, after
they were born, cultural artifacts such as white-ified skin, certain white-ified
color and texture hair, certain white-ified color eyes, certain white-ified bone
and muscle structures, a certain type of white-ified blood, and millions and millions
of other white-ified things that differentiate them from people who are, oh, black-ified,
or brown-ified, or yellow-ified or red-ified. Perhaps some of these white-ified
scientists should take their white-ified selves to the Red Cross and see if they
can use their white-ified blood to help the black-ified man who needs black-ified
blood. "Golly, Ward, did you see that neighbor kid, Bobby? He left the house
this morning all white-ified and he came home tonight all black-ified. Goes to
show you that race doesn't exist as a biological reality. The kid just changed
from white-ified to black-ified. It's all cultural."
A closer read of this last news report about the so-called
scientists who have reportedly decided among themselves by consensus (consensus
doesn't always mean unanimous and it can mean a simple majority) that race doesn't
exist, gives a clue to my white-ified brain as to why there was such a consensus.
These so-called scientists were part of a National Science Foundation and Ford
Foundation (look up those two foundations to see their biases) project to put
together a traveling museum exhibit on race (that will, I imagine, try to prove
to easily suggestible minds that race doesn't exist). In other words, many of
them were probably all pretty much of like minds when they were selected.
your senses unless you have an iron-clad reason not to trust them. White-ified
people aren't the same as non-white-ified people. Your eyes tell you that. Your
eyes aren't lying to you. You have your eyes to help you survive. Deny what they
tell you at your own peril.
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