Once You Go Mud, Your Future is Crud
Posted by alex in evolution, genetic interests, Kirksville, racial science at 6:54 pm | Permanent Link
Here is a most interesting post that should be on VNN.
Gary Bontlebiase Said,
February 21, 2007 @ 12:29 am
About fifteen years ago I told a female friend (I thought she was) that she was making a big mistake marrying a man who was not a Negro, but a dark skinned Arab Berber. He was a Muslim (since to quit Islam is suicide, or at the very least total ostracism from all family) but “not very religious”. She got very upset, then ignorant. She married him and had three kids in five years (since he would not participate in birth control and apparently had a phenomenal sperm count.) Her life was misearble since he divorced her after he impregnated and ran off with a 21 year old half-Japanese college girl. The kids are uncontrollable. She called me up about four years ago and asked for my advice.
I told her that first, she had no right to do that because when I did that the last time it was the end of our friendship. After the crying ended i told her that if she really wanted to know, I would sit down with her and see what could be worked out, but if after i heard the information she gave me and I thought about it, she would either do exactly what I said or never, ever contact me again.
Both her parents had passed away (her disastrous marriage was only a small part of their many irrritations) and she had only one brother who was a flaming homosexual and who she detested. I met with her and we got in the shower.but
not for sex. I wanted to see if she was wired or had a tape recorder.
After we dried out, I sat down with her and wrote down some facts:her kids’ ages, her skills, what she did for a living, family, everything. We then went out and got a sandwich and watched a movie. When we got back to the motel I said what i had to tell her was something I would never say in public anywhere and would not be taped. We needed to go in the bathroom and run the shower. With the shower running in the bathroom bugging is virtually impossible.
I told her this: she had made a huge mistake in marrying someone of alien race and religion, whose kids were simply not capable of ever being compatible with being White. No, I explained, I did not hate non-Whites, I just knew Whites and non-Whites were incompatible, like certain kinds of dog breeds that do not get along. She had nothing holding her down and was a bright, educated woman, very sexually attractive (I was giving evidence of that in my shorts as we talked) who if she had a second chance could lead a good happy life.
“Well”, I said, “you do have a second chance”. I told her what she had to do: start a new life with a new identity, with absolutely no connection with her old one, simply vanishing as if she were abducted by a flying saucer. She would have to never contact anyone-not even me-from her old life ever again. It would be difficult, she would have to pull what we used to call a “paper trip” and start out all over again. She would need to take the bus or otherwise travel without ID to a new city and get all the documentation, which she could read about in some books. She could take some time to get it all ready but when she made her move, that was it. No turning back.
“But what happens to the kids?” I said their dad would have to take them, or else, worst case, foster home. You will be dead to them. They have to think you were killed or some other way vanished involuntarily. If you are ready to do this you will be able to. Nothing you do will change how they turn out, they will be just like their father, because it’s in their genes.”
She said OK. We left-she offered to “relieve my tension” but I said no, I came here as a friend to someone I thought was dead, and only that. I told her some titles of books and that before she made a move we could talk once or twice more, but if she decided not to, I could respect that. Either way she and I were never going to meet again in this life after she decided.
Well, a month or two later, she vanished. I saw in the paper there was a missing person’s notice, the kids were moved in with dad, the Japanese mutt puppy and their two kids (with a third on the way.) They found her purse and credit cards, driver’s license, at a shopping mall and her car in the parking
I got a letter from her about last October. It was a short note saying a friend from (name of town) had asked her to write, she got her GED and went to beauty college and met a White man and was pregnant with a White baby. He’s several years younger and a good kid but has some baggage of his own so won’t be too nosey or judgmental about her past if through most unusual means it came out. She’ll never be wealthy but they have a home and were able to travel, she was writing from a pre-baby vacation trip “Before the “First” Baby-it’s like I know!” far from her home “somewhere”. She sent a photo of a pregnant woman with a younger, blue collar looking man with her holding a fan over her face. No recognition. She’d done her homework and I think she’ll be a welcome re-addition to the White race. I wish her well, of course I burned the letter for her safety.