Attention everyone, today is International MEN'S DAY, that means you get on your hands and knees and prostrate yourself to the man who owns you. Today is the day of worship, of veneration to the one who is the reason you have soft velvety rugs and a roof over your head.
The passage of time will dawn on all, and those who are proud will wail and shriek as they go, whilst the humble will bow their heads and accept their fate. Content that they have lived life honourably. Veritas filia temporis.
Thus, they feel the need to resort to broadly calling themselves "African American" as opposed to "Chinese America", "Korean American", "Japanese American" and so on, resulting in a culture contrived solely from their pigment and not their cultural accomplishments.
Has anyone ever realised that blacks seem to be the only cultural group that doesn't have a persistent longterm identity in any country they immigrate too? Instead of having a "Gambian" group and a "Congo" group, they solely identify themselves as "Black"
The only conclusion I can draw from this behaviour, which is reminiscent upon blacks throughout America, UK, France and so on, is that they don't have any discernible and distinctive cultural identity that is capable of carrying through over several generations.
How the fuck am I meant to do this eldritch cosmic, astrology induced verification ritual when half the circle I'm looking at is fucking covered? What type of fucking clairvoyant sage is meant to get this right?
The beauty of being a white man is that one day I can be Welsh, the next New Zealand and perhaps the next week Danish, and anyone who tries to claim that I'm not a Welsh supersoldier can shut the fuck up, because I look the part. "All war, I am Aryan" - Spanian.
The puddle's always be deeper than it initially appears. It starts with questioning the shadow bureaucracy and inevitably ends with realising that the Swiss Confederacy is the catalyst of the world's problems and the purveyor of freemasonry.