The order of operations when you take power is simple.
You should always do something that makes the next thing easier to do.
Every political action creates winners and losers. If you attempt the most controversial reform first, every interest group that benefits from the status quo will immediately mobilize against you.
So instead of trying to just ram something through, you should instead remove the institutional incentives that constantly regenerate opposition to whatever it is you’re working towards.
For example, if we want to repeal Hart-Celler one day, we should first marginalize whatever the opposition would obviously emerge to oppose such a repeal if a vote to do so were held in Congress tomorrow.
That means cutting off the flow of money to anyone and everyone that facilitates open borders and mass migration, which includes the immigration NGO complex, sanctuary cities (and states), charities, as well as businesses and industries that hire illegals or foreigners in disproportionate numbers.
Make each of the independent coalition partners of the mass migration side pay such a price for their views that they either throw in the towel and back off, or they become so toxic that no one wants to associate with them for fear of the blowback coming for them as well.
The true believers will still vote NO when the time comes, but many of them won’t be in the House or Senate to do so.
This mechanism works for almost everything, by the way, and it’s the same playbook the Left used to advance virtually every Progressive cause you can think of. They made the social and political costs of opposing them too steep for anyone to bother trying. That’s one of the reasons “cancel culture” became a thing in the first place.
The two biggest milestones of the Great Replacement are coming up this decade.
The first is the crash of the residential housing market, which will take the economy with it.
Unless major legal changes are made, we will see the upper classes of the third world buy up property en masse and move their clans here, where they can command the millions of co-ethnics that the Biden administration imported.
We will see this polyethnic foreign aristocracy independently run tens of thousands of candidates for local political power. They will take your small town from you and delete you if you resist.
We are already seeing the first stages of foreigners being elected to political positions by their co-ethnics and traitorous whites. They will liquidate and bankrupt every institution they can get their hands on.
They will use the levers of power to divert resources towards their communities and away from ours. Whites will flee when this happens, creating a vicious blight cycle reminiscent of the 1960s where our cities were destroyed, taken over and turned into criminal enterprises running off of stolen welfare money. Which sets them up for the second milestone: the mass retirement of the American farmer.
The average farmer age is very old. We will see tens of millions of acres go up for sale by 2035. There are not enough farmers to manage it all.
They will use the money that they have stolen thus far to buy up entire regions of the United States, murdering holdouts South African style. Black rock and Vanguard will manage the land for them with the remaining white monocultist traitors continuing to rent the land to grow ethanol corn.
Thus the midwestern states will be balkanized hives of foreigners waging crime-war against enclaves of whites. The nons do not farm and will gladly buy land and rent it to corporations to manage.
We have very little time to organize against this. It's all about land and power. This decade decides it all.
🚨UNBELIEVABLE 🚨
This is straight-up attempted MURDER caught on video in Los Angeles.
Far-left thugs surround a pro-Trump guy outside a federal building, douse him with gasoline, then chase him like a pack of animals when he runs for his life.
One spark and he’s dead.
These aren’t protesters. They’re domestic terrorists who think “punch a Nazi” now means burn alive anyone who supports Trump or secure borders.
The same crowd screaming about “fascism” while using fascist tactics to eliminate opposition.
America’s institutions better wake the hell up.
This isn’t free speech — it’s open-season violence on patriots, enabled by years of two-tier protection for the radical left.
How many more need to be lit on fire before we treat these extremists like the threats they are?
My friend @_djpn got pushed onto the subway tracks in NYC.
He's alive, but seriously injured.
Every day for the past week, people have gotten shoved onto the tracks or stabbed by homeless men who were known to the police.
We don't have to live like this. Just lock them up.
Latin America “suddenly” lurching to the right is so obviously a knock-on effect of the end of USAID. There’s absolutely no hiding the fact it was an enormous slush fund for keeping the global left in power.
The Shape Store is the afterlife for black people. It represents the bacchanalian tempest of chaos that stirs in their hearts. It is neither heaven nor hell, but a tense purgatory of motion, wonder, violence, and colors. The Shape Store is what they grasp for while alive.
The Shape Store represents the Platonic perfection of consumer indulgence that fulfills the black impulse for status hierarchy. The absurdity of the premise highlights the purposeless trinketry in the shoes, chains, and clothes they steal, harm, and kill for. At a macroscale, there is functionally no difference between a limited edition pair of Jordans and a green rhombus made of plastic.
The Shape Store is perpetually in a nighttime urban liminal space. Beyond the corporate McDonald's playpit funhouse aesthetics, everything is lit with the hostile comfort of streetlamps and concrete. The sky is a kindred darkness, beckoning ancient memories of African dirt finally cooling to a reasonable temperature in the dead of night.
The Shape Store embraces incoherent traffic from clown vehicles. You can go to JeffVanderLou in St. Louis right now and find at least three black men stuffing themselves into toddler car frames with lawn mower engines, zooting around at 30 miles per hour between sidewalks and streets like Roblox NPCs. A ghetto rigged solution to suspended driver's licenses becomes a hidden portal into a childlike whimsical sensation that only Miata owners could ever hope to come close to in the civilized dimension. This tender succulence is immortalized in Black Afterlife, a world where the joy of vehicles is divorced from the risk and mental anguish of navigating rules or considerations that traffic normally invokes.
The Shape Store is a place where squabbles and beefs openly occur without any sobering reality of death to haunt the participants. Much like the pool punch pudding plodding of dream combat, occupants of the Shape Store fight in ragged sitcom-esque tussles. They grab each other in gesticulating pratfalls, shaking each other around onto the ground. They point fingers to make their opps heads explode into a cloud of smoke like Looney Tunes characters, falling onto the ground in stiff wooden cartoonish fashion only to pop up later and dance a jig.
The Shape Store is decorated in the same clinical simple colors and setpieces that remind black people of the mandatory public school attendance from early childhood before a self imposed 8th grade permanent hooky graduation. A place and time where they saw the most color in their physical lives that wasn't immediately degraded into ramshackle shades of black, brown, and gray.
The Shape Store is simple, easy, intuitive. It is a place where the rules only exist to the point of visceral emotion. Logic is restricted to 5 second periods of visual coherence. Games are simulacra of their real life counterparts. Chess is arbitrary uniform pieces being slammed onto the board while slogans are chanted out like magic spells by old uncs wearing suits and fedoras, their versions of wizard's robes. Gambling is just shaking pieces on tables with winners being decided by who screams the loudest. Carnival games reward unconsidered raw speed and velocity and they always end in explosions.
The Shape Store is the perfect balance between form and formlessness. The shapes are hard enough to retain their shape, yet soft enough to throw or be thrown into without pain or injury. It is a colorful padded room where nobody can harm anybody. Much like basketball, it allows for the furthest displays of violence and aggression without actually having to cross into a realm of consequence. Objects can be thrown at anybody any time for any reason without consideration, but unlike a snowball fight, nobody has to deal with the labor of constructing something.
The Shape Store's only bodies of water are all 1-foot shallow, making sure that nobody ever has to swim.
The Shape Store is pristine theatrics, a place where the inner primate can hop, jump, run, swing, and tumble to its hearts content. The Shape Store is always noisy, never allowing the disturbing silence to encroach its patrons. The Shape Store always smells vaguely of weed, play-dough, and grape juice.
The Shape Store is perfect in that it is a store where nobody ever pays for anything and everyone is a customer. The shapes are abundant, but each one is unique. The 12 basic shapes and 6 basic colors available are essentially infinity to the black mind, the endless dimensionality of facing two mirrors against each other allowing for the satisfaction of eternity while heavily reducing the RAM usage on God's computer.
The Shape Store is a mirror image of the modern black urban environment. Blacks live inside of video games every day of their lives. Everyone who is an outsider is an NPC who can be harassed or harmed without consideration. Any object is loot, any environment is destructible, any importance is relegated to physical stats, and jail is just the respawn lobby. The Shape Store is the sandbox, infinite time limit and infinite fun for the discerning customer.
The Shape Store is black afterlife, a place of ease and peace through turmoil. A perfect playpit hamster wheel where nobody has to do anything or be anyone so they can do everything and be anyone else other than themselves. It is the world in the black mind reduced to parity of what a dim consciousness perceives it to be: Colors and Shapes.
i don’t think people understand the can of worms that was opened on twitter in late 2024 regarding H-1B work visas
you now have an autistic army that is fighting a rigged system and it’s winning on many fronts. absolute patriots 🇺🇸