Sunday, August 6, 2017

Observations at a Wal-Mart

It's hard not to get angry. I went to Wal-Mart the other day. If ever there was a sentence that packs all the frustration, anger, fear and crushing soullessness of Globalism into a handful of words, it's "I went to Wal-Mart".

Wal-Mart is a crazy place. The lighting is designed in such a way that you are supposed to forget the passage of time. There is no outside reference, absent the front doors, by which you would naturally be able to tell what time of day it is. Supposedly, this is one of Wal-Mart's devious psychological hacks they employ to get you to spend more time shopping. I've also been told displays are moved around randomly to get the same effect, but I grudgingly concede that I've only been told such a thing. The things I just listed about Wal-Mart are the sort of things, heresay really, that gets tossed around a Sociology 101 classroom by matriculated idiots who will still be idiots whether they graduate or fail out.

What's really creepy about Wal-Mart is the people. In the right spot, Wal-Mart is just another department store. The Wal-Mart I frequent most often is far, far out in the boonies, too far out for non-Heritage Americans. As such, this Wal-Mart (and all other out-in-the-country Wal-Marts I have ever visited) is naturally influenced by the people in the same way that a nation does not make a people, but rather the people make a nation. Out in the sticks, Wal-Mart is quiet and orderly and the people are nice enough for being employed by a soul crushing corporation. I usually stop by on the way out to the farm that I plink at to pick up paper targets and a box of 9mm for the landowner as a tip.

I happened to go to a suburban Wal-Mart the other day. The only other time I have ever done this was late at night, when no one was around. In the light of day the difference is... staggering. The particular suburb where this Wal-Mart is located has a large Asian population, and because I am friends with a number of Filipinos from this suburb I tend to forget that "Asian", according to the sort of people who do demographics, includes Arabs and Persians. I am, of course, annoyed by visual reminders that our bourgeois globalist overlords favor dollars over national health, but there is a certain sadness that goes beyond "my people are under threat".

The burkas, of course, are an affront to my people and my culture - they do not belong here and need to go back. Worse, though, are the "Westernized". An older Persian couple (they weren't ugly enough to be fully Arab) passed by with a screaming child. A child throwing a tantrum is the sort of audible annoyance that immediately calls your attention. Maybe its the parenting instinct. But what kept my eye on the couple wasn't their wailing offspring. As far as I could tell, they were handling the screaming toddler as best as I've ever been told you can, by letting him tucker himself out. There was something off about the way they held themselves, their dress and affectations. They didn't quite fit in and I can't put my finger on it but it wasn't necessarily their skin color. The woman's jewelry was garish and her garments slightly clashed, and the man looked like the Persian version of "dad-core". They were "Westernized" and materially minded, status oriented, probably second generation immigrants. If you talked to them I'd be willing to wager that they were embarrassed by their primitive and backwards countrymen, in the same way that the handful of wealthy, suburban Negros I have met detest their feral, ghetto-spawned brethren for "being a bunch of niggers" [actual quote]. I doubt they attended Mosque with any sort of frequency. I've seen these sort of people before, the "lapsed Catholic" version of Muslims. At one point in time I was friends with a young man slightly younger than me who looked and behaved the part, but I cut off contact as his frantic desire to "fit in" with high-status, degenerate White society inculcated poor life choices. I am not particularly forgiving with my White friends who still use drugs, but knowing that many of the craziest Muslims had, at one point, lived the alcohol and drug fueled degenerate lifestyle before radicalizing, I thought it best to eject before this young man, uh, spontaneously exploded.

The thing about globalism isn't just that what is mine is under siege. I am, of course, particularly sensitive to things that concern me in particular, but the same insatiable appetite will, if given enough time, reduce all people to an indistinguishable mass of wallets. Some people say this is what the globalist explicitly want. Some people say this is just late stage capitalism, an incidental and accidental result of run-away prosperity. Whatever the case, the trade of tradition and purpose for deracination and material comforts must be tackled capably by the capable.

Most people do not live meta-ideological lives. Most people reside in the plains between the peaks, so to speak, and are motivated by immediate, material benefits. You can hardly blame the Indians, Persians, Arabs, Africans etc. for wanting to escape the abject poverty of their homelands. Blame, such that it can be reasonably attributed, probably falls the most on us. Not for creating the conditions of poverty within x y or z homeland. "Colonialism" is the Left-wing hand-waving equivalent of the Young Earth Creationist "because the Bible says". The poverty of a particular nation - or the lack thereof - is entirely controlled by the aggregate quality of a particular people. African societies are particularly bottom heavy, therefore it is no surprise that Africa is a perpetual hellhole. Extending an invitation for Africans, Arabs, Persians, Indians etc. to depart their failing states for our prosperous shores is unspeakably evil without even considering that the only reason a certain subset of White people do it just so they can play out the classic "fuck you, dad" on a societal level.

Particularly unintelligent societies are the sort of societies that can least afford to lose the handful of high IQ individuals they occasionally spawn. Believe it or not, there are some Africans with IQs above 120, but depriving their countrymen of the fruits of their intelligence is evil vis-a-vis scarcity, and becomes akin to genocide when you understand that the smartest minorities in the U.S. are ushered into the university system, which encourages miscegenation and degeneracy, and discourages family formation. Progressive immigration policies, taken to it's furthest conclusion, will result in the total obliteration of high-IQ genes in populations that desperately need internal leadership. Africa's coming population boom is a cold and brutal warning of the hell our "good intentions" have spawned through our idolatrous worship of Equality.

This particular fuck-up is one, only one, of the catastrophic mistakes our current elite have made over the past, oh, two hundred or so years, give or take. Certainly within the past sixty years the incompetency (or intended malevolence) has increased exponentially. What this means is that there is room for a new elite. Given the wild reaction the powers that be have had to the relatively small dissident right movement, I'd wager that the elite are particularly aware that they may be dethroned. You might even call them paranoid, given the massive "no platform" entrenchment around most major institutions and corporations. Would be elites, such as the Alt-Right (if they ever get around to realizing what their goals are supposed to be), would do well to catalog the failures of the current elite, make accurate predictions of future failures, and offer convincing solutions to the problems that the elite continue to spawn.

And try not to bitch about the kikes too much when you get around to it.

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