Fred Reed – The Unz Review Aug 31, 2019
All cultures are equal. At least, as things are going, they soon will be. But couldn’t they be equal somewhere else?
Month after month after month, surprising as sunrise, predictable as the value of pi, come the casualty reports documenting racial disaster. Details change. The substance does not. Gangs of American Africans beat whites into brain damage, often rape and sometimes torture, kill policemen, loot stores, burn our cities. Week after week sullen dark faces glare from mug shots. The stories run briefly in the local press and are disappeared.
Woman bludgeoned to death by black male in random attack in laundromat. She called 911, screamed, then went silent. Las Vegas police arrested a black male carrying a bloody sledge hammer. This was thought suspicious, though perhaps police unfairly profile men carrying bloody sledge hammers. He was doubtless a troubled youth who broke under the unbearable torment of white privilege. The woman remains dead.
The race war rages on the culture front:
“Mary Reid, assistant professor at University of Toronto’s Ontario Institute for Studies in Education, worries math tests for all new teachers could lead to fewer visible minorities entering the profession.”
The purpose of schooling is to include visible minorities. A math test uncomfortably approximates an intelligence test. These make the obvious…well, obvious. Another step backward toward the Olduvai Gorge.
Queens, New York. More troubled youths, suffering unbearably from institutional racism, attack a woman of 67 years, take her cane, and beat her with it. Video. Presumably in their troubled childhoods they didn’t have canes and all the white kids did, so it was OK to take the woman’s. And beat her with it. Indicative of a hunter-gatherer genotype.
“University Holds Training Session On Avoiding Single Standard Objectives in Grading”
You-know-who can’t do the work so we have to corrupt the universities to hide what everybody knows anyway. Biologists will tell you that yeast in a nutrient solution will reproduce rapidly until all the glucose has been metabolized, and then starve. For yeast, there are limits to the free stuff.
If you doubt the extent of censoring of the race war by the media, read this, by Ann Coulter. You may not like Coulter. I don’t. Facts remain facts regardless of their source. Goebbels would blush.
“Shocking moment a gang of 14 teenage boys and girls brutally beat and kick a tourist outside a famed hotel in Washington, DC.” Video.
A hunting pack of feral teens. As the race war comes closer and streets grow dark and dangerous, the civilized will perhaps fly between tops of buildings in helicopters to avoid the encroaching Morlocks.
Merriam-Webster: “Teen”: A black, usually male, between the ages of fourteen and twenty-eight who recapitulates phylogeny by savaging members of other races.”
Video: “Teens Allegedly Loot Walgreens in Downtown Philly”
Not too allegedly, since it is on video. The teens can’t be blamed because they had bad childhoods and anyway they wanted free stuff. So do yeast.
“11 wounded in shooting at block party near playground in New York (VIDEO)”
You have probably guessed. The shooters were Chinese girls studying information technology at Stanford and on vacation in New York. We all know how Chinese girls in computer-science are: Low IQs, poor impulse control, limited future orientation, and–you can bet on it–long criminal records.
“University seminar teaches faculty not to judge ‘quality’ of writing when grading”
There is a seminar on this matter. “It’s led by Asao Inoue, a University of Washington-Tacoma professor, and the purpose is to pursue “antiracist ends” through writing assessments.”
In other words, give A’s to semiliterates.
Who do you suppose can’t or won’t learn decent English? Probably those wretched Chinese girls at Stanford again. I know pubescent Mexicans who have learned good English by watching American television, though they are unlikely to have learned anything else. We conclude that the cognitively understated at the U. of Washington probably are not pubescent Mexicans. Who then? Asians are logically the only possibility.
If I were not the soul of charity, I would ask why people too stupid or lazy to learn English, or anything else, are in university the first place. I might even suggest that barbarians should either be controlled or segregated from the rest of society.
A country that allows its civilization to be degraded by the already degraded, that exalts in being degraded by people who can’t spell “exalt,” that allows itself to be attacked and beaten by people who merit the name of savages, deserves it. I have no sympathy.
Write Fred at jet.possum@gmail.com. Put the letters “pdq” anywhere in the subject line to avoid being heartlessly autodeleted.
Other Stuff
A Mexican orchestra that will never compete with the New York Phil. I thought it admirable, so I stuck it in. It will attract really stupid comments from weblous, and perhaps give them something to live for, but the better-mannered may find it interesting and commendble.
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The psychologist Hans Eysenck writer of over 70 books was asked to do an intelligence test on different races
he found the indian/pakistanis were most intelligent, whites slightly behind and way back was the blacks, he also found the blacks more liable to mental illness and violence
What ? he was castigated and had his work banned from schools and colleges,
the racists had a field day with him.
As he himself said ” i was only doing what i was paid to do, if they wanted me to lie they should have said so “
This does not ring true….Chinese Japanese and European are generally smarter than Pakistani or Indians….BUT intelligence varies between castes.
Anyway…who cares as long as they stay in their own countries and while the intelligent Jews are ruling the roost…that is not going to happen….these immigrants make it all the more difficult to prise the Jews hold on Europeans….loose.Whom ever said “the Jews are our misfortune” was on the money.
The customs of cannibals.
By Hugh Kalyptus.
This entertaining item from the veteran newspaper journalist, Horace Stirling, using language that today is unmatched in its ability to elucidate, is an understatement of the gruesome habits of the tribal aboriginals of Australia.
It is a mark of our cultural degeneracy that such truthful information is never seen in today’s newspapers and rarely in books, and that the ‘King of the Cannibals’ is feted with a statue and square in the City of Perth, while his scarcely less savage descendants run riot nearby.
The death of Mrs. John Nicol Drummond, which recently occurred [1918] at her residence, in Subiaco, after an uninterrupted residence in Western Australia that covered upwards of eighty years revived memories of her late husband, who, as our first botanist, travelled over large areas of the State during the early [eighteen] thirties, and during which he had many hairbreadth escapes in connection with his varied encounters with the savage blacks of those times. With fowling piece, Mr. Drummond was the best shot of his day and generation. Upon one occasion, a native grossly insulted the old botanist, by charging Mr. Drummond with having shot at and wounded him, the retort of his alleged assailant being, that had the shot come from his gun, the nigger would not have been alive to tell the tale.
The aboriginal, like the poet, is born to his environment. Invariably, he dies a cannibal. The cannibal, like the criminal is made, not born. Both are creatures of their environment. In that respect they differ from the poet, who is born to his greatness. The cannibal and the criminal have their greatness thrust upon them. The cannibal is one of the many unnatural factors that are let loose to roam about the world at their own sweet will, in unlimited numbers. He is one of Nature’s nomadic masterpieces; manufactured and schooled in the arts and sciences of his epicurean order, and in the subtleties of which be is initiated as soon as he leaves the breast – the aboriginal, the forerunner of the cannibal’s advent upon this planet, being a primary product of the ancient dame’s handiwork.
The dingo, though not cannibally inclined is the cannibal’s closest companion. He is that human monster’s guide, philosopher and friend through life; and in death they are not divided. When the cannibal’s last rites are proclaimed, Reynard’s close attachment to Binghi is more and more pronounced; hence he never leaves his old pal while there is a piece of him left. Reynard howls his bloodthirsty pack to Binghi’s requiem and, everything being in due form and order for the ceremonial, they unitedly set to, by making the welkin ring with their orgies of delight, in celebration of the occasion.
Our two most venerable aboriginal warriors of the Swan – Yagan and Midgeroo – were leaders of a formidable tribe of cannibals who, in Perth’s earliest days, had their camp on Mount Eliza, upon a spot in what is now called King’s Park, near Queen Victoria’s statue, overlooking the city. These splendid samples of the human race were of gladiatorial proportions both being handsome, upstanding six-footers. They were a pair of outlaws for a considerable period before they were run to earth for having robbed, murdered and ravished unprotected settlers and their families, as far south as Mandurah. Ultimately, Yagan was shot by a young farmer named Keats on the Upper Swan, near Belvoir, now the property of Mr. W. T. Loton; Midgoroo being dispatched in a similar manner by a military guard in front of the Perth Gaol, now used as our Public Art Gallery. [Actually at an early military prison near the corner of Pier St and St Georges Terrace] Yagan’s head is now on view in the British Museum, [Recovered from an abandoned hole in a graveyard and now in some outer suburban wasteland] it having been preserved by Francis Fraser Armstrong, our first official interpreter of the native language, and our first embalmer of animals, birds and reptiles.
It is officially estimated that the white man’s rum, tobacco and disease have still left eighty thousand aboriginals to roam at their own sweet will and pleasure in the wilds of Australia, between the Gulf of Carpentaria and Port Darwin; and judging from the number of dingoes that are to be seen from the observation car of the trans-Australian train, in the vicinity of Cook, Barton, and Forrest, there would appear to be left, at least, one dingo for every nigger – that is, if they run in proportions as accurately as they do in pairs and in packs.
The inland buck aborigines are, mostly, cannibals – avidly rampant for bloodshed and spoil; black enough to go naked to a funeral, without crape. They have black hearts, black heads, black hides, and white livers, with so much devilry in their heads that it oozes out of their eyes, have to wilgie their faces to hide their follies; and have to oil their bodies to compass their vices, so that they become not too glaringly apparent. They are naked, and carry on existence as our ancestors did, at a very remote period, when hunger, cold, oppression, and barbarity were the ordinary accompaniments of life; and threatened them every hour of the day or night.
The height of a buck’s ambition is to kill and eat a member of another tribe, though quite content to barter his own offspring, for weapons of exceptional value. The children are watched by him with the covert and gloating gaze of a butcher regarding a particularly promising pig in course of fattening for the slaughterhouse and shambles. When a child is considered fat enough, and a satisfactory deal has been arranged, the killing is not delayed. One child more or less is of slight consequence. “The bucks frighten the gins by telling them that a Jinghie is at hand. A general stampede follows the announcement. The nigger with a glint in his dark eyes, flashing murderously from under his greasy, matted hair, as cruel, unrelenting and determined as the snake upraised to launch its poison – picks up the child he has purchased, tears it away from the gin, like one possessed, and tomahawks it with a blow on the crown of the head; Or if the youngster is very small with a koondie on the nape of the neck. To save time in digging too big a hole for the fire (Binghi is ever ready to shirk work and it is almost as difficult for him to engage in anything requiring unexcited effort as it for him to get away from the perfume that always hangs around his carcase) the legs and arms are cut off at the knees and elbows, and thrown into a rectangular hole, dug to receive the body from which the intestines are removed by making a straight slit; downwards in the side; the cavity being stuffed with emu feathers to keep it clean. The opening is skewered, with a thin stick, run in and out through the skin, horizontally, across the top of the incision, and thrust straight down securing itself ín a fixed position, and closing the aperture. The child is cooked in the same manner as an emu or a kangaroo – with the exception that it is placed face downward, instead of on its back, so that it may not know who roasted it – for about an hour, when the skin peels off, leaving the flesh white and juicy like chicken, which is supposed to have very high fattening properties for skinny gins. The aboriginal bucks, like the Mahommedans, are enamoured of fat women. Consequently, Binghi fattens them by the most approved methods. The body of an enemy is also placed face downwards, so that be may not bring evil magic among those who killed and demolished him.
The lust for human flesh, once having been sampled by a blackfellow, is only equalled by that of a man eating tiger – of the two, the more cleanly and graceful animal. On these festive occasions, snake do not form part of the menu.
A stew, composed of the palms of the hands, feet, and head is the piece de resistance of our outback epicures, and is polished oft with great gusto, without the intermediary of anything but their hands, while they squat, beast-like, round the fire, the oiled skins of the chiefs shining like silk – grizzled old men, disfigured by innumerable scars, symbols of the survival of the fittest, displaying the sacred insignia of their rank – the bulbous looking ball of greasy-matted hair, closely woven in centre of the beard, pretending to sharpen and polish their spears and other weapons, their sensual gleaming eyes proclaiming their delight at the prospect before them, like vultures to a carcase, to rend and tear and fatten upon. It is the happiest moment of their lives.
After the loathsome spectacle, the remainder of the body, if it be that of an enemy, is divided into tiny morsels for each member of the tribe, including the children, who take them like an epicure pick his nuts after a banquet.
Just as the white man gives kangaroo liver to his dogs to make them good killers, so the cannibal gives human flesh to his tribe, to make them strong and brave warriors; and it is because they have a penchant for human flesh that they are cannibals, and not from being driven by hunger, to the usage. This barbarous custom recalls a legend of the fierce Indian of the plains ‘that whoso slays an enemy and eats his heart shall inherit all the craft of the enemy’, and the Indians claim to have learned this from the wolves, as our aborigines claim to have learned it from the dingo. In like manner the Basutos skin their enemies and make their hearts and livers into ‘Moriti’ (medicine) and eat them, in order to give them the courage of the white man; while the gall bladder taken from a warrior, in China, is sold for a charm. In all parts of the back-blocks of Australia gins are murdered here and there, all the year round throughout the different tribes, only the choicest small portions of their anatomy being consumed, with the appreciation of a connoisseur. These nice points the bucks discuss with the grave air of ancient sages, and at last they come to the conclusion that it would provoke volcanic upheaval to eat other than the titbits, adding spice and appetite to further entertainment, some what as bitters, betimes, improve a glass of sherry. Cannibals do not relish adult female flesh. It is considered too flabby and not up to Sabbanic requirements. If his final autopsy should prove Binghi to possess a heart, on it will be found engraved “Roast Picaninny, one, Adult Black gins off “
The corroborrie is of incalculable value to the blacks. It is not only that it gives them momentary pleasure, the impression remains on their receptive minds and counteracts the deadening soul stifling influences of their lives. On the night of a corroborrie at about ten o clock, a bevy of girls, in eve’s costume, from strange tribes, unabashed in their free innocence, come merrily tripping along, showing lithe grace as few can show it – the grace which comes from a life in the open air and from a close intercourse with Nature, in her sunniest and wildest moods, and illuminate the arena by making three very large triangular fires behind the huge heap of provisions, already piled for the purpose; other dusky damsels, treading softly, lithe as panthers, accompanied by an old buck, with native companion-like understandings, carrying two kyalies, follow. Then, the old heathen commences the corroborree, by knocking his kyalies, together with vigor, histrionic grandeur, and remarkable rhythm while standing in the centre of a circle of nimble-footed gins, who shake their head gear, marrawah tails, cockatoo feathers and swans-down, paraphernalia, before speeding away, lightly, as the skimming of swallows in spring, pursued by fiery young bucks; then, instinct, with mischief and grace infernal, their pursuers overtake them and they vanish, as dew before the sun. “Yes, the corroborrie is the abnormal relaxation of a people parading their bodies under the glittering stare, and struggling manfully, to display vast tracts of unclothed flesh; and it is too late, now, ever to hope for anything better than to smoke the ‘peacepipe’, in serene content and tranquility, until another corroborrie demands their attention.
It is customary in some tribes, to murder the gins who breed and, in other tribes, to spay them. Not as we spay cattle, but by a process, unfit for publication except in a medical work, which is performed by the aid of a bone from an emu – a process, although intensely horrible and repugnant, that shows the ‘wonderful’ knowledge they possess of anatomy. Those gins not actually murdered by the operation are hastened to their grave by ferocity and neglect and one would think that his gin’s death would soften the cannibal’s heart but it does not, because he has no heart to soften. He considers there is bother enough with the living, without heaping up trouble ever the dead. The methods of his ancestors, in dealing with refractory or not wanted wives, are quite good enough for him, without calling in the aid of modern requirements. For centuries they have pursued a course which has ended in sterility – the destruction of the best and the breeding of the worst; and so they will go on – mutilatíng, fighting and murdering till the end.
Nowadays, we see very few black children; so many of them being eaten. But without taking this fact into consideration whatever black youngsters exist, are mostly fathered by the uninitiated young men. The cause of most of the trouble among the blacks is the gins. It’s a sort of dog in the manger business – jealous of others, while unwilling to beget children themselves. The penalty for cohabitation before initiation is death. This, however does not debar young bucks misbehaving themselves. Their morals are quite too charming! Were it not for this fact, and in certain districts, where stud bucks are preserved, there would be very few black children in existence. He is a wise son who knows his own father – among the blacks!
The Aboriginal methods of applying anesthetics, prior to the initiation of a youth, is for two bucks, to seize the arms of the boy and run him up and down a cleared space, about a hundred yards long and four yards wide, until they are out of breath. Two fresh bucks then take up the running, until the boy falls down, exhausted. An impromptu operating table is formed by four bucks dropping on all fours – two in front and two behind – facing opposite directions. On this human table is a kangaroo skin, upon which the boy is laid, each leg being held by a powerful black, while two others hold his arms, stretched backward. In districts where game is plentiful, the tribes practice only circumcision; where game is scarce, both circumcision and sub-incision are resorted to – the latter, which is race-suicide, follows two years after the former operation. There is no secrecy about circumcision; anyone may witness the ceremony. It is just a casual affair; performed by the chief Boolga-man and two subordinates, on a youth, before he reaches the age of puberty; the curtain ringing down on this expert stone surgery in the record time of fifteen seconds! After the operation, the boy is taken away to a secluded spot, where food is placed within his reach, until he is sufficiently recovered to walk about. He is then allowed to present himself at a corroboree and become a man, with spears and shield, and takes unto himself the wife allotted him at his birth.
Not one in twenty native murders is known to those in authority, because (1) it is a tribal custom not to mention the dead, for fear the deceased will return in some other form and do harm. (2) Gin informers are instantly killed, for giving way to the weakness of women – the wagging of too long a tongue (3) The most potent of all reasons. These who would like to tell the police remain silent, through fear of their dogs being shot.
Unless within the precincts of a town, but little notice is taken of aboriginal murders. A blackfellow can kill half a dozen gins with impunity. Binghi commits murder after murder, and boasts of his cleverness in escaping conviction. His methods are so adroit, in never acting alone, and his witnesses so well tutored, under penalty of death, that he has reason for exultation. It is almost impossible to prove his guilt. On the other hand, a white murderer does not, as a rule, laugh long. He is hounded throughout the world, at great trouble and expense until he is run to earth and hanged.
The bucks among the blacks are the pampered vampires of the emaciated gins who have to eke out an existence, like scavenger hawks. One might as well hope to get information out of wood-adder, as from an aboriginal, when interrogating him concerning his ceremonies; for they are the most taciturn people in the world. The weeping mother is told that the Jinghie has taken away her child. She covers her head in resignation, and sets up howling every night for months – the requiem of a dying race. Robespierre had a landlord, who wept for him when he was guillotined; and they mourn because it is their duly to do so. In great sorrow they almost kill themselves. But Binghi, being a biped, endowed with extraordinary discretion, when his own hide is concerned, manifests his extreme sorrow by killing somebody else. The poor, deluded gins, having the scared look of hunted hares, ever patient in trouble and affliction, and known to have saved many white people, by warning them of the murderous designs of the bucks, at the risk of their own lives, are the subservient slaves of these ungodlike, unmanlike, demoniacal fiends, whose whole aim and object in life is theft, rapine, and murder.
South Pacific Cannibal Carnival
http://www.thetruthseeker.co.uk/?p=193823#comment-936378
As always, Fred Reed offers outstanding social commentary.
I have suggested this before here on the Truthseeker and I’ll suggest it again. There should be a tremendous social experiment to illustrate the difference between the races. I propose taking 8 of the 50 “United” States and making 4 of them exclusively for whites and 4 of them exclusively for blacks. The black states can even start with a competitive advantage in being assigned the 4 of the 8 states with more abundant resources, better infrastructure, better schools, more vibrant industry, and so on. No parasitic Jew banks allowed to slither in on either side. I would be willing to bet my life savings the script would flip in about 5 years or so, with the black states turning into crime-infested shit-holes and the white states working their way to prosperity.
“You reap what you sow” means that there is an effect for everything people do or say, and that the effort a person puts into something will be rewarded appropriately in this life or the next. People use this phrase as a reminder to be kind and work hard.
Problem is, Fred’s got SELECTIVE MEMORY. What did HIS PEOPLE do? Not only in the PAST, but in the present TOO. Them YT shooters in Texas ain’t going away no time soon.
America’s FAST FALL, and Fred here is looking for some1. ANY1. 2 TAKE Da FALL. NOPE! This is ALL ON YOU.
Swede’s are currently the most retarded people on earth. They are too stupid to get that they have had the country stolen by the jews with the help of domestic traitors, and that they are now wholely owned by the Jews, through the fakery called legal fictions. It is pathetic. Sweden consists of 2 million neggers and 8 million pussies.
My IQ score was not bad (first decile) but this IQ fetishism seems to be a Jewscience. IQ tests were developed by Jews and they show adaptation to the Jewish world.
Vespasian says:
//Anyway…who cares as long as they stay in their own countries and while the intelligent Jews are ruling the roost…that is not going to happen….these immigrants make it all the more difficult to prise the Jews hold on Europeans….loose. Whom ever said “the Jews are our misfortune” was on the money.//
Good point – Vespasian. Who destroyed Americas? Let’s focus on North America. Who killed nearly all Americans and destroyed North America? Who destroyed Australia? Why there are just few Australians left on this continent? Who destroyed Pacific, Black Africa, India, etc? Why Irish people speak English? Didn’t they have their own language? What happened there?
“the Jews are our misfortune” this text (Die Juden sind unser Unglück) was popularized by Julius Streicher, probably a Jew (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julius_Streicher).
The truth is that you have great cultural attainments only in your own eyes, when you use your own criteria.
After five centuries of contacts with more developed cultures you still don’t know how to behave in a bathroom. Every Arab knows that bottom should be washed after defecation (Holy Prophet Muhammad teaches so) and English people are still unaware of this need.
Perverts in your country can “marry” each other and can adopt orphans. The latter is total compromitation of your culture. In France they have similar rule but millions of people in Paris were protesting against this barbarity. How many people were protesting in London or in England?