Showing posts with label black africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black africa. Show all posts

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Does Nate Maingard Love The ANC?

"Even as a civilization we are simpleminded."-- Jonathan Weiner, digital location 3450

The post-Mandela ANC may appear to be more humane than the European legacy which evolved into Botha's apartheid, but what is kept quiet, in a "sssh, keep it under your hat mode, is that ethnic black Africans cannot govern Africa according to the principles of inherent natural human rights developed during the Enlightenment. Why? Because black African societies evolved their mores in accordance with totem identification, survival strategies against exotic parasites and malaria, and not all the might of Europe and China and Russia combined is ever going to change a damn thing about that.

Does this mean I side with Arikaners who created the Orange Free State over sweetheart hotties like Nate, who may be wondering why I'm singling him out when he's given the dowager a great deal of latitude?

Ah. Well, things aren't quite that simple. European aggression lucked out in the New World. Natives had a mass die off, and the Aztecs, who were in the best position to fight back against superior European hardware, miscalculated, and as a result, North America eventually took over global hegemony. But Caucasian emigration failed to successfully transplant itself within mainland China and central Africa, and guilt over the Holocaust has gone so far in the other direction that Muslims created a new Fascism.

Granted, Kerry and his counterparts have simmered things down, but what led to the incarnation of ISIL isn't going to fade away simply because Putin is still trying to fend off Anglican satire of Russian backwardness, pretending Slavs are as European as the continent, which Slavic ethnicity isn't.

Radical egalitarianism is a brutal fiction, and the sooner we face up to it, the better. Leave west and central Africans alone, and you know what? I bet they resolve their societies in their own way, and would have done so faster, with more efficiency, than Carter's medical intervention over the guinea worm. What does this have to do with the price of beans, or power sex with Ray Liotta? You know in your heart that behind his comment to TV guide about kissing his informant extra, we avert our eyes from those pictures, don't want to contemplate the grotesque escapades of Hollywood's underside, and even if we did, buying porno invariably uncovers child sex harems. Capisce?

Doyle, as a contemporary of the Boer War on the side of the Victorian Empire closing ranks on what it had left, still peaks a mild interest over that of his autonomic character who "changed the world". (And in a whisper: I have more followers than Weiner, and he's a professor!) So there!

Friday, January 23, 2015

The standards of Sierra Leone

This is undoubtedly a bogus account, either malicious or not adept enough at evading social media security apparatus, another bad link which I clicked,and I followed it first, and remember doing so, motive unfathomable, fighting my major recurrent depression. Reconciliation with Stephanie, my sister, is moot. I lashed out at her in poor form in 2007 during the nearly lethal building renovations imposed on every Riverside Presbyterian resident at Erik and Jimmi's insistence. Residents perished during this event, and my mental health hit a dead end. I screamed at Stephanie and called her a cunt in front of Frankie and it was an unforgivable breach of conduct, regardless of her narcissism. I've never gotten past it, but Stephanie and myself will never sheath our weapons of destruction. She wants me to accept that I need to depend on racist West African emigrants for my care who treat me with Francophile ingrained disgust. "Try to control it," in her heavily accented English. She meant my incontinence, and was gone in about three days, did next to nothing toward my personal care, and this is why I'm criminalized, because it will repeat itself over and over until I am forced back into a nursing home facility. Mary, mother's sister, would not succeed in such a forced interpersonal relation with the poorest Africans on the planet, and neither would Stephanie, for that matter, but I have to, because I can't meet ambulatory standards, and feel like telling Mary, who I watched discard beau after beau until she and Tom lip smacked on the couch, babysitting monkey freak niece in football helmet, to fuck her damn birthday card, and again, shatter familial standards, but I am not going to tell my Catholic educational leader aunt to fuck her damn birthday card.

Karina did much better than the emigre from Sierra Leone, but my unit was not so saturated with the saluatory urine infused nicotine wafts. by the time I found the Christian blondee. Karina is not a godsend, however, and I am pulling on her with suicidal agony pleading for regress, which is unfair to the woman. Her mother is dying and Karina doesn't pull on me with suicidal regress. All I really want is her mobility, the utilization of her car to get the fuck out of this building, and to what extent this is going to happen remains unclear, and my Russian viewers probably weigh my utility as a cyber target, out to hurt me in the amusements with lifelong worthlessness. Do we all enjoy Google's birthday greetings?

I am not against accessible architecture, but what Jimmi and Erik forced HUD to do with this building was the most inefficient and hellish interface of federal and municipal procedure, breeding more corruption like maggots.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Stymied

Few of Joyce's books appear on the Irish school curriculum. His play "Exiles" has not been performed in Dublin for many years. His poetry is almost unknown in his homeland, and "Ulysses" is widely regarded in Ireland as an impenetrable and pretentious folly (which, in parts, it magnificently is). Joseph O'Conner for WSJ


The Hill County Farms case illustrates the loathsome underbelly of the American welfare state, that small pockets of our country are no better than dangerously disintegrated communities in Somalia. I do not care what your politics are. I do not care if I have raised more than a few eyebrows with the depth of my internalized scars. I do not care if Angelina Jolie forms a Tinseltown Exploratory Committee and wins all 50 states in a landslide in 2016, this horrifying instance of slavery is why I hate you, why, if you are of African ancestry and I have hurt your feelings, you have nothing to say to me, and why if you are a homosexual, I'd wire your mouth shut sooner than pay you a farthing in respect, and why, if you are white and suburban with your two children, what these men had to suffer is the fault of your despicable self-interest, and why, if you are a disability center consumer, you're deluding yourself. Next to the conditions these men endured my poverty is rich, but I have seen situations that do not leave much in the lack of imagination in terms of a crumbling existence that the least of ant colonies would not endure.

You see this story as an aberration. To me it's civilization's end, just beginning.

There are very few active Joyce forums online. I joined a Joyce serv akin  to the James list model  that hasn't seen a post since  2007, driven in my bid to find out to the degree possible how much  of James Joyce had read before 1922. Bloomsday makes me wrinkle my nose and avert my gaze, as if I had caught sight of my brother's dead hamster in the basement, drowned and floating. I do not really wish to read a fucking passage of Ulysses on June 16th. Charming Lance asked me if I would be well enough, if I wished to; no doubt I shall. The exercise and celebration is pointless.