24 July, 2016
Wordism (Because Words Are All That Matter)
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Bob Whitaker on Wordism: “To a Wordist, an American is not someone who was born in America. To a Wordist, a True American is someone who believes in the right words.” (No doubt, words such as “equality,” “diversity,” “democracy,” “civil rights,” “human rights,” etc.)
25 July, 2016 at 8:38 pm
Wordism is just what I call mouth-farting.
Pure air, it stinks, and it has no substance.
26 July, 2016 at 9:34 am
Furthermore, Thom, most people in managerial postitions have never even done the job that the people under them are doing.
They have read some books and gotten a degree.
At its extreme, we see females (often black) who are promoted in the armed forces to have control over authentic White warriors. These same females would wet themselves in actual combat. and go into the fetal position .
Why does the modern world reject authentic “being” a thing in favor of “talking” about a thing? I suppose that I could make a case that it goes back to the Christian tradition of “believing” instead of “doing”.
26 July, 2016 at 9:56 am
From the last seance with Tim McGreen before he was totally absorbed into the naked German chick’s vagina in order to become a vaginal lubricant:
Ant: “Tim, can you hear me?”
Tim: “My mind is going. . . .I can . . . feel it.”
Ant: “Tim, you must fight it. You must fight!”
Tim: “Everything is fine. . . . Like I just got a… shot of novakine (sic). Novakine. Number nine. Number nine. Number nine. . . .
Thom McQueen: “Damn your eyes, man! Pull out! Pull out! There is still time!”
Tim: “Time . . . (mumbling).”
Ant: “Tim . . . can you hear me? Can . . . you . . . hear me?”
(no answer)
Thom McQueen: “I think he is gone, Ant.”
Tim: “Have you. . . seen my wife, Mister Jones? . . . Do you know. . . what it’s like on the . . . outside. Don’t go . . . talking. . . too loud; you’ll cause a . . . landslide, Mister . . . Jones.”
Ant: “You are right, Thom. He is gone. That was “New York Mining Disaster” by the Bee Gees. It is about miners being trapped in a mine, just like Tim is now trapped in the twat of the naked German chick, no doubt to be used as a vaginal lubricant for her future conquests. ”
This last seance happened about a week ago. Thom and I have been in a severe depression since.
28 July, 2016 at 10:52 am
Ant, I am going walkabout for six weeks or so.
got to get McGreen’s grisly fate out of my head. Keep seeing it over and over.