Democrats are evil; we cannot let them win.
Vote red.
If you need reassurance, listen to this on repeat. Say the words out loud or to yourself so you hear them in your own voice.
Act accordingly once you have aligned your voice and views.
My actual thoughts on race:
I live in a "Black neighborhood". Rent is cheap, so I did out of necessity. Prior to this, I was still clinging onto my childhood utopianism.
Most of my neighbors are decent people; they go to Church, they are polite, they return mail, they even visit after the last hurricane to offer water. But mostly, we don't interact, by their choice.
I don't think Black people, means bad people.
But what I have also come to understand, very quickly, is that to them, their people come first. Justice isn't blind, not all situations are equal, and though they celebrate the same 4th of July, it has a different meaning to them.
They absolutely will choose their own, over a White man, in any situation. Almost all compromises on this (apologizing for kids dropping trash on the lawn or convincing somebody to return a stolen mower), have been out of fear of me calling the police.
Now of course, plenty of White people do bad things. There are bad White neighbors, White criminals, White assholes. But the difference between intratribal and intertribal interactions is very clear.
The culture is different, the attitudes are different, the sense of justice is different. Most importantly, again, they also tribe up on conflicts of interest.
So no, I don't think other races are bad. But I no longer believe, as I did when I was young, that integration works at scale. Nor do I believe, as I did when I was young, that people are colorblind. Only White people were, on any real level, and could afford to be, until we couldn't.
Word of advice for Whites:
If ANY White calls you a lame for: not smoking in general (cigarettes, weed, vaping, etc), not drinking, not going to jail or prison at least once (for any reason at all, self defense or defense of another White is not included), not simping over a "hot chick", not partying all the time...
Just ignore it. It just means you're carrying yourself better and looking forward to a brighter future that doesn't include being a dumb ass or degenerate.
Someone asked me who I voted for last week in the primary. I had an awkward choice to make
Pretend I voted like a dem sheep for whoever was in the top box
Or
Explain I voted for the America First party with no hesitation
I didn't feel like an argument so I smiled and lied.
Stopped at a small auto parts store yesterday.
For the last few years they had migrant workers behind the counter. Nice guys. Competent at pulling parts from the warehouse and would go out of their way to help you loading heavy stuff like batteries into your car.
But ask a question and you got a blank look.
ICE cleared them out. The store hired stoners. The place became a dump, and I started driving an hour to AutoZone whenever I needed something.
Yesterday I just needed a battery. As I pulled up I noticed the parking lot was unusually full.
Inside, they had a young American kid right out of high school. I had to load my own battery, but this kid was a whiz. He flew through the inventory, explaining the lead-acid surface area in each option and why it mattered.
I stuck around while he helped another customer diagnose a carburetor problem. I learned more in five minutes than I would have spending two hour on youtube.
Then he started figuring out which replacement air filter the customer needed using basic geometry.
I don’t know how much additional revenue this kid brought into the store, but it has to be substantial.
And he wasn’t alone. They had an older Black gentleman working with him who, I’m told, had run a warehouse for a large repair shop or something in New York City before he got laid off. Slow but methodical and oozed competence.
The store recruited him out of retirement, brought him up to our rural area part-time to organize inventory, fix the shelves, and scout local talent.
I felt like I was watching a dynamic duo at work.
Then nostalgia hit me hard. THIS is what it was like going to an auto parts store with my dad in the late 80s and early 90s. Everything well organized. People who knew cars cold.
To be honest, the guys back then weren’t exactly nice, at least not in New York. They roasted you. But they helped.
And it wasn’t just auto parts stores back then.
Plumbing stores. Boating stores. Stereo shops. I remember going into Manhattan as a kid to a block of nautical shops, stores that sold charts and sextants, where a retired ship captain like I am now explained to me how a chronometer works.
I want that job!
The nation is healing!
(but we still have a long way to go)
I'm so tired of this war in Iraq NGL not because non-interventionism or whatever but because I do not give a fuck about brown people as long as they're giving us what we want