#Cloudbleed: The rank system perspective.
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“Middle Eastern interloper” that drunk Trump voter shot and killed was an Indian IT specialist
Posted by DanielS on Sunday, 26 February 2017 04:42.
Brett Stevens: Not just a Government Issue Patriotard, but a Full-Blown ZOG Disinformation Agent
Posted by DanielS on Saturday, 25 February 2017 05:54.
Massive Example of Why Christianity is The Most Dangerous Religion: The Good “Cemeritans”
Posted by DanielS on Friday, 24 February 2017 03:19.
Petitioning The Release of Rezzas Abdulla Baby Spitter
Posted by DanielS on Thursday, 23 February 2017 11:34.
American Experience - Oklahoma City
Posted by DanielS on Thursday, 23 February 2017 03:30.
Mass Rapes: Islamic Weapon of Conquest and Domination
Posted by DanielS on Wednesday, 22 February 2017 07:29.
Rioting in Rinkeby, Sweden - my friend driven out by muslims
Posted by DanielS on Tuesday, 21 February 2017 06:09.
American Experience: Ruby Ridge
Posted by DanielS on Monday, 20 February 2017 16:29.
Scandal in Vienna: Embezzlement of Tax Money for Islamic Kindergarten
Posted by DanielS on Monday, 20 February 2017 09:15.
Martin Schulz is ‘the new Donald Trump’. Is there somehow a meaning to be found in this nonsense?
Posted by Kumiko Oumae on Sunday, 19 February 2017 20:34.
Regarding Trump’s Statement on “Fake News”, Political Cesspool Advocates Jailing Critics of State
Posted by DanielS on Saturday, 18 February 2017 10:36.
Alt Right Uncritically Effusive for Trump’s Parallels in Russia and France
Posted by DanielS on Friday, 17 February 2017 03:00.
...but let one black get abused in frustrated response to black behavioral patterns and:
Posted by DanielS on Thursday, 16 February 2017 13:57.
Donald Trump gives Benjamin Netanyahu everything he wants.
Posted by Kumiko Oumae on Wednesday, 15 February 2017 23:50.
Norbert Hofer: FPÖ Likely to be First in Next Elections and Will Get Closer to Visegrád Countries
Posted by DanielS on Wednesday, 15 February 2017 15:56.
Donald Trump’s national security adviser, Michael Flynn, resigns his position just three weeks in
Posted by DanielS on Tuesday, 14 February 2017 14:47.
On The Regnery Circus Big-Tent-O-Sphere, Featuring Richard Spencer as its Ring-Master
Posted by DanielS on Monday, 13 February 2017 14:56.
The Sacred Landing Strip: Is Trumpstein Risking War With China?
Posted by DanielS on Sunday, 12 February 2017 08:49.
Where and How (((The Alternative Right))) is Drawing “Friend-Enemy” Lines of a Coming Revolution
Posted by DanielS on Saturday, 11 February 2017 13:20.
What if we’re not ‘the bad guys’?
Posted by Kumiko Oumae on Friday, 10 February 2017 07:45.
Corporate community, ruined after Icahn episode, votes Trump oblivious that Icahn is his gatekeeper
Posted by DanielS on Thursday, 09 February 2017 16:17.
Central Europe Unites to Put an End to Illegal Immigration
Posted by DanielS on Thursday, 09 February 2017 08:16.
Regarding new-found U.S. patriotism of Alt-Right & so-called WN: TRI-COLORED TREASON - by David Lane
Posted by DanielS on Wednesday, 08 February 2017 03:15.
Tillerson, Putin, Sakhalin, Fukushima: Why would Japan Hate Trump’s outreach to Russian Federation?
Posted by DanielS on Tuesday, 07 February 2017 08:30.
Silicon Valley tech-companies primed to challenge any executive orders against H-1B Visa program
Posted by DanielS on Monday, 06 February 2017 17:16.
“Frederick Douglass…has done an amazing job that is being recognized more and more, I notice.”
Posted by DanielS on Monday, 06 February 2017 09:49.
Petition for White South Africans to return to Europe
Posted by DanielS on Sunday, 05 February 2017 02:03.
New Horizons Pluto Mission Foreshadows the Capability of an Unburdened European/Asian Alliance
Posted by DanielS on Saturday, 04 February 2017 08:29.
A problem with inviting American troops into Poland
Posted by DanielS on Friday, 03 February 2017 08:30.
...after which time they are in position to spread to other parts of Europe.
Posted by DanielS on Thursday, 02 February 2017 05:54.
Richard Thepenther: “Yeth I Did, Tho What? Are You Going to Make Thomething of it?
Posted by DanielS on Wednesday, 01 February 2017 13:53.
TRS asks people for more face to face meetings. Peals of laughter erupt from all quarters, globally.
Posted by Kumiko Oumae on Wednesday, 01 February 2017 13:50.
Majorityrights Central > Category: Sport
In a disgraceful epitome of displaced masculine nationalist instinct, millions of Europeans cheered-on their cuckoldry as two predominantly African mercenary teams pretended to represent European nations in the ultimately identifying sporting event of Europe.
Or does this, in fact, represent what these nations have become?
True White Nationalists must have a look at their inclination for sheer objectivism and universalism; it is destroying the very idea of nationalism and its representation as mercenaries are drawn from the four corners of the globe with the argument that they are “better.” But even if they are better in some instances, how can you feel good about people so different from you, winning and losing “for you?” What do you even know about yourself in that instance but that you are a cuck! What the cuck, European football fans, European “men”, you are idiots to stand for this!
Though Portugal has long been the European nation with the highest percentage of African admixture, it would be represented by having perhaps one Mulatto on the team and nowhere near a “representation” like this.
I was not completely oblivious to the fact that he was black nor even entirely without trepidation for the long term implications of siding with blacks - just a few years before it was Malcolm X who said that blacks were going to rule me, which of course I did not want - there were the black riots which burned Newark and killed some dozens in 1967; and there were the “chocolate nurses”, whom I naturally did not identify with, and did not like, but surrounded me in the hospital when I was admitted for my tonsillectomy.
Oh, perhaps I exaggerate the exhilaration, elation and importance of this moment of Monday Night Football, under the spotlights which gleamed off the Rams and Vikings cool, streaking helmets, but I think not - even though it was but one moment and episode among a mass of factors which would misguide me for a few teenage years into mis-identification. I was devastated that the Rams were stopped in that episode on the goal line against the Vikings - The Vikings, who had been to the prior Super Bowl. But I was now hopeful and determined that “we” could play with them - and furious that my parents made me go to bed; miserable to wake up to find the Rams lost.
The Vietnam war, where men were expected to die, feminism, that blamed men for everything, my family’s communicologial craziness and what was already society’s (((the media and academia’s))) anti-White prohibition against White identity, its crowning of blacks as what we now call the “untouchables” and Jews as taboo to even wonder about, let alone criticize.. some context and quite difficult for a boy hard programmed to like girls: yeah, I was starting to like girls, but of course not wanting to be deterministically beholden, at this point, to this situation - with all this context going against my identity and the need by contrast to identify with people who were on my side and who’d fight hard; given the hostility of my family and society, I needed some socially sanctioned identity, on my side, with those who’d fight.
NFL Films were a significant part of constructing a riveting identity, i.e., my entrancement into undue sports rooting in my teenage years.
Lets continue with the topic of sportsfanship, how we might illustrate and redirect the illusionary escape of illusionary observational objectivity and diversionary identity. It’s an important matter, leading to a cuckold identity if, as a habit, not broken (thankfully, I did).
Furthermore, by examining the romanticizing and compelling role that NFL Films play in identity creation, we might be able to take a few of its ideas for the building of our own identity creation.
Let’s examine the films then and a little more of what could lure one into sports enthusiasm during teen years and beyond. It is a fanaticism that we could rather use to fight on behalf of our own peoples.
In sunny California, Hollywood, manly battle took place in cool uniforms..
Snow (number 84) was one of my favorites ...they actually had White wide receivers in those days - they were good, too.
The timing had something to do with it, sure. As I’ve said elsewhere, the early 1970’s were a time when the Vietnam war was ending, the relaxed communal sense of Being being extended to White men was giving way to feminism - could be rabid, White man hating, feminism. My older sister was a cold feminist, when not a searing hot feminist, when not a disconcertingly light, breezy and trivializing feminist; my mother, when not having some sort of catharsis for herself through a breakdown and drinking, was usually hostile; if you knew my father, you could have some sense of why she was that way. I’m over that, and its not my point to complain, but to state the fact of why I needed some vicarious identity - which could neither so easily be had with my family nor with my (((diverse, multicultural society and its programs of forced integration.)))
OK, so, I was ripe for some escapism and masculine aggressive identification - a quasi serious thing, treated seriously by adults.
At the same time, through programs of school “integration”, by the school year of 1970 my homeroom teacher was black, and there were plenty of blacks in the integrated class of my local elementary school. But in 1971-72, the integration program bused me to Nishuane, a mostly black school - and a nightmare.
Again, this wasn’t long after Malcolm X declared that “the Honorable Elijah Muhammad said that the black man would rule” and not long after the black race riots in 1967 burned the nearby town where I was born, Newark; while it was taboo to take an identitarian stance against even saying anything about that, even then.
I’ve already mentioned a Bobby Murcer home run in September 1971 and the compellingness, the soothing reliability of baseball statistics, but there was something even more immediately mainlining into the older parts of the brain of the sports thing - NFL films.
I’m sure this kind of thing hooked many a kid, not just me.
In this I got a program, maybe what we’d now call a site, to identify with the venting of my spleen, my rage, will to action, to run, to identify with a tribe, to bask in the glory and to identify with, well, actually, White guys…..and we could share in widespread appreciation that was not forthcoming, personally, i.e., whereas we might otherwise not be given much support in identity (((to say the least))). In this quasi-identity, with our masculine strength alone and mere uniforms distinguishing teams [the players did not even come from the towns that “they played for!”] we could at least assimilate fighting for an identity together, not against our own - quite unlike my family, my (((American society))) and my Europe.
“The fearsome foursome”, Deacon Jones, Merlin Olsen ...the cool uniforms, winning ways, Roman Gabriel, exotic Los Angeles. I could identify fiercely with them. On Monday night, October 24 1970, my parents let me stay up late….almost..I got to see Kermit Alexander’s exhilarating punt return….the Rams were stopped on the goal line just before halftime. I was broken hearted, but optimistic that they could play the Vikings, they could win. I didn’t want to be torn away from the TV but my parents would not let me stay up..
That moment set off an adrenaline rush as lights gleamed off streaking helmets, followed by the frustration of losing to the Vikings, a threatening team in uniforms just as cool as the Rams. From the cold north, men in Viking helmets came to play men in Ram helmets. Fascination set in.
I would remain fiercely loyal to my side and could not tolerate losing, fairly bad though Rams records were compared to the late 60’s and what was to come in the 70’s; even though the Vikings just about always got the best of them in the playoffs - and in excruciating manner.
In the 1974 playoffs, not only did White Rams fans suffer the indignation of having their team headed by one of the first black quarterbacks (And I didn’t like it. Quarterback, the helm leader, was always a firmly White position), but they snatched defeat from the jaws of victory against the Vikings, again thwarted at the goal line.
In 1976 the Rams got thwarted on the goal-line in the playoffs against the Vikings once again.
While in 1977 it had been meteorological frustration, surprisingly, on the home turf…
I plead innocent besides - how was I to know who Kermit Alexander was and what he could come to mean to us… why should I believe that adults would let this happen, when what was happening by way of blacks was so obviously bad in terms of their hyper-assertiveness.
Who’d want to live with these people who burned Newark, made things so ugly, but nevertheless had the nerve to say that they’d rule us?
Unbeknownst to me, this was the football season following the Super Bowl (IV) played by the first majority black team - The Kansas City Chiefs. That is to say nothing, of course, of my nine year old awareness (lack thereof) of the (((egregious forces and purposes))) behind the 1964 Civil Rights Act, The 1965 Immigration and Naturalization Act, and the 1968 Rumsford Fair Housing Act…
By 1972 the war was ending and feminism, no longer constrained by the double standard of the (male only) draft and with it, the background need to grant some leeway to male protest for Being, came unhinged. I needed vicarious male identity more than ever.
N.F.L. Film’s style captured attention with Yoshi Kishi’s innovative editing, John Facenda’s deep voiced, stern narration and Sam Spence’s riveting music: With slow motion, fast motion, varied shots, bustling action and music, music of burly combat, “Sunday with soul” - that music so compelling to the emotions of a kid who wants his identity ultimately dramatized, ranging from the toughest, the most earnest quest, manly American quest, epoch exhilaration to dark, grim, wide ranging venture, and heartbreaking sympathy, “the game that got away” - while husky voiced narrators, John Facenda and Pat Summerall in particular, embellished the seriousness of it all. The music here, during minute 1:12 - 2:20, as background to a Redskins - Eagles game, is particularly intriguing: here it is by itself - “undercover man” - one of my favorite among these Sam Spence and William Loose tunes. “The Horse” was not included among NFL film songs, but was/is a marching band staple along the sidelines of high school games that achieves much of the same sentimental effect. And there was that Monday Night Football intro music.
...another compelling tune to add to the collection - starting second 017.
If GW wonders what Hitler had going for him to excite a stadium and crowds in the street, well he certainly had something going for him, he must have, because he didn’t even have war action going on at the time, let alone some of the things that the NFL has to draw-in and compel mass allegiance..
But while NFL Films served to seduce, corrupt and divert my identity for some time from better pursuits, it is also worth talking about how we might perhaps use some of its techniques to deploy to our cause.
At least it was something that people were paying attention to. It was not merely the moment when Kermit Alexander’s fast twitching muscle fibers sprinted toward the end zone ..it was that and much more..
There were massive stadiums packed with fans, pageantry, marching bands, cheerleaders…
Here they were, the L.A. Rams - an opportunity for the requisite, more objective identity for me: they were from far away Los Angeles, with a team that was coming out of the 1960’s with great records and an awesome manly reputation. My older brother told me that they had the “The Fearsome Foursome” - their defensive line featuring Deacon Jones, Merlin Olsen ..later Fred Dryer and Jack Youngblood ..with their cool names, add quarterback Roman Gabriel to that regard. They had the coolest uniforms too.
Roman Gabriel, a very cool name for the quarterback playing for the Rams in The Los Angels Coliseum..
Now let’s step away from the Pattern, the Relationships and come back to the Episode and the Kermit Alexnder Moment…
The Episode in 1970 - actually two episodes in succession: punt return; and then goal line stand.
..and see how the Relationships and Patterns of White objectivism unfolded, especially in (((context)))...
Our football coaches were not Marxists imposing integration with blacks.
Perhaps because I was never immersed in Marxist/Leftist literature, but rather was repulsed by radicals, their advocacy of non-Whites in particular, repulsed enough to be averse to embracing even their better critiques, I never saw “equality” as an issue one way or another.
But even though it may have had something to do with not circulating among Marxists or immersing in their literature, I never really heard many “leftists” or anybody, for that matter, talking about wanting “equality.”
It has been rightists who have been overusing opposition of this term, adopting this paradigm and its blueprint for disaster - setting matters into false comparison and necessary conflict/dominance-subordination, whereas our concern for separatism is to be negotiated* in qualitative terms of differences that make a difference (qualitative non-sameness, paradigmatic incommensurability as opposed to inequality).
*“Negotiation” more in the sense of ‘negotiating an obstacle’ than in trying to reason with people, though we will do that too where our interests are yet to be violated.
Coming back to “the point of the day”, objectivism and its most pointed corollary of turning issues into quantitative comparisons - equality/inequality - is what our football coaches were going by - not cultural Marxism - when they considered it unthinkable that blacks should be kept off the football team and eventually, that the cheerleaders should not cheer them on…and couple with them:
Interracial marriage proposal flaunted at 2012 Super Bowl half-time
Runaway objectivism, its “rational” blindness flouting “equality,” is a load of race mixing poison that our right wing brings to the equation. This part of the blame derives of our ranks, not from Jews.
Eight years ago the Italian team were an exemplary squad of specific native European nationals. Each victory of theirs could be a matter of legitimate pride in integrity by contrast to shame the swarthy objectivism on display by Europe’s non-representative teams. Tournament victories culminated in the Italian’s poetic World Cup Final revenge over a perverted France squad of mercenary Africans.
...for the 2014 Italian squad each victory is a loss of integrity.
And a comment in that regard from Counter-Currents:
Question: “What part of Italy is he from?” +FD
Answer: He is from the North of Italy, no doubt - it is clear by his blond hair.
Competition’s authentic value as opposed to its having been the most overvalued, misinterpreted biological fact of European Peoples’ interests (thank you Mr. and Ms. Dumb Bastard, Right-Winger).
This will not be a rigorous piece, rather it is meant to shed some light on a few important considerations by moving them through the terministic screens of a personal history. The issues taken into consideration are the over-valuation of competition - which corresponds closely with boiling everything down to equality/inequality being the problem, that is, the stupid right-wing position of being against “egalitarianism” - to the detriment of other methodological concerns in evaluation of qualitative identity.
Objectivism results in a susceptibility in Europeans to having their enemies shift close genetic identity into objectivist individualism and liberalism, leading to their adopting an array of absurdly affected, non-European identities. While there can be many such diversionary sub-identities, such as student/teacher of a particular non-European study at university, universalism, eastern mysticism, religion, of course, even foreign cuisine, any full treatment of diversionary identity must address sub-identities in music and sports – these will be a predominant theme here as I am familiar with them as identities, strongly held, yet come to recognize where they were more or less diversionary from European identity, quasi identities and competitions to be set aside in favor of more authentic identity.
It should not be too hard to provide facts and numbers as to the impact of these competitions and identities on European people, nor that these can significantly diminish our resource of European identity. Nevertheless, while youth in particular may be susceptible to such diversionary competition and identity, these activities also model means of identity, social participation and evaluation in determination of authenticity which do not necessarily entail violent conflict, immediately lethal, zero sum results – which we should be particularly concerned to keep to a minimum within European genus and species.
A few weeks ago Luis Suarez, a Uruguayan footballer currently overpaid by Liverpool Football Club, thoughtfully provided anti-white activists everywhere with a golden opportunity to jump up and down about “racism”. He said the word “black” in his own language to Patrice Evra, an African footballer currently over-paid by Manchester United. Evra is known for playing the race card from time to time, and he duly obliged.
The result for Suarez, perhaps inevitable given the Football Association’s keen desire to demonstrate its anti-racist credentials to the world, was an 8-game suspension and £40,000 fine.
This was not expected for so slight an incursion of orthodox speech requirements. There is dissent, particularly from the direction of Liverpool.
The Telegraph has run a reader poll today. The current vote total stands at 13,278 of whom 48.72% declare the FA’s verdict “completely wrong” and a further 18.65% “too harsh”.
That’s a good enough sample size to suggest that such sentiment must extend well beyond the “right-wing” Telegraph readers.
Meanwhile, the paper’s editors were forced to close the Suarez-related comment threads as the anti-anti-racist commentary flowed. They completely disappeared the thread to one new article with just a dozen comments posted, suggesting a certain desperation. We are at a point where anti-racism holds sway as never before across the Establishment. But it is also now losing its intimidatory power over the white masses.
The dissonance ought to grow quite naturally. But, unfortunately, another footballer - the England captain, no less - has transgressed against orthodoxy much more spectacularly than Suarez. That will certainly set back the prospects for undermining anti-racism in England. It is difficult, though, to see how the English public - not a stranger to contempt for authority - can be held in check by anti-racism forever.
The MultiCult played itself in the opening Group C game of World Cup 2010 this evening. The result was a one-all draw, which was suitably egalitarian, I thought. Both teams were equally unconvincing, too, which is only fair when you think about it.
Apparently twenty-three million people in the MultiCult in England thought it was worthwhile experiencing this equality in real time. But I don’t know, somehow the build up to the whole event just hasn’t grabbed me. I can’t think why, because quite a few people have tried very hard to enthuse me.
“Umbro’s stirring anthem for a multicultural England” gushed the headline of Kanishk Tharoor’s piece in yesterday’s Guardian, praising an anti-English ad by a sportswear and equipment manufacturer. At every level, British bien pensant journalism, and not just British journalism, has been in overdrive for the last month, at least.
Some of the commentary is beyond parody:
Truly, World Cup 2010 is proving a sink-hole of journalistic integrity. And as with the magical Mandela, so with the South African Bantu in general - people, we are told, so brim-full with salt-of-the-earth goodness, and so overwhelmingly excited to be “hosting” this event, yes excited, I tell you, in that simple green, gold and black doggy way that liberal journalists naturally expect of Africans, and thoroughly approve of, well, it goes without saying that we are required to “celebrate” with them (the Bantus, that is) … feel good for them … hope with them that their long wait (15,000 years, but who’s counting) for “change” (white man’s stuff) and “justice” (white man’s stuff) is somehow all over now. It isn’t but we have to believe, you see.
This, apparently, involves smiling along with all the happy Bantu teeth crowding in on the camera lens, as bright in the African sun as light-bulbs in the Blitz. We should also try without any success whatsoever to emulate that embarrassingly unselfconscious, drop-of-a-hat bump ‘n grind thing that Africans do whenever someone clobbers a piece of stretched animal skin twice. And, of course, we must admire the clobbering. Such rhythm. It’s in the blood , you know. Not that I meant to imply in any way that they are, you know, less cerebral than anyone else.
No, it’s all trade-mark, feel-good MultiCult stuff. Those happy, happy Bantus, hey? How did we ever feel so exquisitely guilty without them?
However, there is one minor downside. The more the liberal media shove all this journalistic excrement down our throats, the more weary of it some of us become. Well, not me obviously, because I was sick to death of it years ago. But in general and on average, as a rule, people who aren’t Bantus and aren’t liberal hypocrites just can’t stick with the picturesque, lovable thing long enough, not when the reality all around them is so, er, different and, for not a few, so tragic.
So any moment I am expecting rainbow overload and thought-direction burn-out. I am expecting absolutely nothing in the way of “change” and “justice”. All that has gone to the ANC elite. I am expecting that the MultiCult will not win the game. It will lose everywhere on the pitch, because it is built on lies.
Oh yes, and both Argentina and Spain, one of whom will undoubtedly emerge in one month from now as the real winner of World Cup 2010, are white sides.
In what must be the most one-sided single-goal victory I have ever seen - certainly at international level - Spain ended its 24-year wait for a major football trophy this evening by defeating Germany in the final of Euro 2008.
But you don’t come to MR to read the sports news. However, for other matters of interest ...
It is a decade now since football became the sport of choice for chic liberal politicos. What drew them to it, of course, was its emergence as a big-money glamour-game full of multicultural heroes for the masses. Political opportunism meets social engineering in boots.
But Euro 2008 did not treat the MultiCult kindly. The four semi-finalists were conspicuously white-majority teams - all white in the case of Germany and Russia, while Turkey and Spain fielded one black player apiece each time I saw them. It’s a world away from the heady days of les Blues, when politicians all over Europe were convincing themselves that the (on-field) exploits of non-white footballers would teach the recalcitrant natives to love diversity.
Long may it remain so.
A couple of side issues ...
I found the genuflection to anti-racism before each match, with the team captains reading-out preachy little statements to the crowd about how hard we must all work to “kick racism out”, utterly, excruciatingly embarrassing. It was surely politically clumsy, though, and must have done far more harm than good to the elites’ Sacred Cause. Even football fans - in some cases, especially football fans - are capable of finding this nonsense manipulative and sinister.
Last point ... as an Englishman forced by the fathomless mediocrity of our very multicultural national team to watch the competition as a neutral, I was cheered to see a few commenters actually grateful that they did not have to witness of all those frightful, beery and jingoistic expressions of national passion by shirtless benefit claimants from Scunthorpe. Apparently, the rest of Europe’s peoples voice their jingoism in ways far more picturesque and acceptable to liberal sensibilities. Which is proof, if ever proof were needed, that self-hatred is the most curious kind of racism.