You would assume women would love to date someone who calls himself “The Great White Elf” and writes poetry like:
I am howling all night
and prowling till the early light.
I hunger for blood and desire the fight.
I am the alpha male seeking my mate
and for her alone I will wait.
That’s from “Werewolves Are Everywhere.” More evidence—not that we really needed any—that white supremacists don’t know from meter. What? We do need more evidence? Really? How about this, from “I’ve Got Relatives in Mexico”:
Each time I’ve fought back anger
At the stupidity of their race
Who think a white man wouldn’t know
From where this infestation takes place
Convinced yet? No? Have you read “Vote for Ron Paul”?
This’ll make you mad
At least I think
But the guy you love
Will make things stink!In this election
None of the candidates are good
Except one, that’s all
Who every freedom lover loves
And that’s Ron Paul
But I digress. This isn’t a post about the inability of white supremacists to grok meter.
This is a post about white supremacy and the contemporary dating scene.
Reading the dating forum at Storm/front really humanizes white supremacists. Who hasn’t had something like this happen to them?
I was talking to this girl at a bar once and we were kinda hitting it off well. I kept staring at her boobs and she kept staring at my crotch. I had kids and she had kids. I showed her pictures of my beautiful white kids and she showed me pictures of her half apes. My stomach immediately started turning.
Who among you wouldn’t call her a “race traitor” and stomp off? How can you not sympathize with the jilted lover who “found out a week before [his] wedding—which was canceled, you’re about to see why—that [his] fiancee was half-Jewish”? Or with the fellow the Jews refuse let be loved?
that while there are many pro nazi websites and resources on the web, there is honestly NOT ONE PLACE on the web for aryan/nazi personals or even a nazi singles chat, where it would be possible to talk to and connect with like minded female nazis/hitler fans. secondly on “regular” personals sites when i specify i am looking for an “aryan BBW, must be into hitler/nazism with a pro nazi stance,” many sites will delete your account for the nazi content, presumably jewish owned operations.
These stories are human stories; their pain, human pain. Like this guy:
I just got out of a relationship were I didn’t mention my beliefs in the begining but after getting to know her they couldn’t help but to come out. Needless to say, when she insisted to buy Hebrew International Hot-dogs at the market it was the straw that broke the camel’s back!
That relationship was doomed from the start—she was never going to hate the Jews like he hates the Jews. Or maybe she could have? Maybe this lad’s should’ve tricked her into loving him before he informed her of his abiding hatred?
I think it is wise to hide your beliefs at first. Wait to see if everything else is perfect, no point passing up on the perfect girl just because she has been brainwashed by our Jewish masters, then they really have beaten you.
Can the White Nationalism for awhile and see if romance blossoms, once she falls for you, let it out a little at a time. I find women usually just follow the mans lead when it comes to these things, so if you go slowly and make small points whenever you can, slowly she will come around to it as well. She may never have the passion for it you have, but over time she will grow to understand where you are coming from and accept it.
If you don’t have enough time to make her love you, you could always fuck the truth into her:
The first and sometimes second date is usually all sex so my views about things including race are not known until about the third date. By then she is usually so contented that she will agree with anything I say. This really is the way to play it with women. Once they understand what they have to lose they are far more agreeable.
You’ll probably have to fuck her pretty hard, but we must support The Greater Cause. Plus, ignorance can make dinner parties really uncomfortable:
Your girlfriend needs to understand your beliefs in order to know what she can and can’t do. If she doesn’t know where you stand, how is she going to know that you wouldn’t appreciate a homosexual or non-White dinner guest?
Exactly. An honest relationship is a healthy relationship. Then again, if she doesn’t already share your hate, she might not be worth dating:
If the girl isn’t smart enough to dislike the Jews, then I don’t want her. I’m never dating another woman who is not wise to the Jews, and disrespects Jews, when I meet her. If she doesn’t dislike Jews by the third date, then it’s over.
She might even be a Jewess! It’s hard to tell sometimes:
This girl I see nearly every day for about 40 minutes may be a Kew but I’m having trouble deciding if she is or not. Maybe you can help me out.
Tipoffs:
She has black hair and Black eyes.
She has a slightly large nose but not huge.
She is originally from Jew York City.
She is a bitch.When I asked her back in December if she was “excited about christmas” she said “I don’t really care about Christmas but I’m ready for New Years!”
Not that he’s paranoid he might accidentally dip his wick in the Dead Sea or anything. No white supremacists are paranoid:
I don’t hide my beliefs, my wife doesn’t always agrees with everything but she knows my stance on race, religion and multiculturalism and respects it. She also thinks I’m too paranoid sometimes, but I tell her people aren’t paranoid enough, that’s why we’re in the situation we’re in because white misguided people tend to follow blindly like sheep instead of questioning the grip of the Jew-controlled government and media. This is why Obama even made it this far.
Common sense isn’t paranoia. Everyone knows the agenda of the Jew-controlled media:
It doesn’t matter, all white women fat or skinny are being sexualized through the Jew-controlled media, for the sole purpose of making them more appealing to niggers.
Who can argue with such unimpeachable logic?
40 comments
June 22, 2008 at 7:14 pm
bitchphd
If she doesn’t dislike Jews by the third date, then it’s over.
So reasonable, really.
This post reminds me of the college friend who went on a date with a guy . . . and found out halfway through that he was a total neo-Nazi.
June 22, 2008 at 7:14 pm
eyeingtenure
I imagine that those ostensibly few Jews busy not controlling the media would at least disagree.
June 22, 2008 at 7:17 pm
Matt McKeon
Jesus H. Christ.
Guys like this running around loose: it makes ME want to buy a shotgun and hole up in a bunker somewhere.
June 22, 2008 at 7:20 pm
silbey
Chance that the number of blogs that SEK writes for will outnumber the pages of his dissertation by the time the latter is complete: 50/50.
June 22, 2008 at 8:03 pm
Jason B
She may never have the passion for it you have, but over time she will grow to understand where you are coming from and accept it.
And by “it” this troglodyte means “the fact that you are an irredemable chancre.” And then she will back away and find a human to date.
Every time I think I’ve seen the worst . . .
June 22, 2008 at 8:04 pm
SEK
This post reminds me of the college friend who went on a date with a guy . . . and found out halfway through that he was a total neo-Nazi.
I had a whole thing about the “surprize buttsecks” aspect of their scheming, but decided not to run with it. I figure they’d coarsened my brain enough to make trusting my instincts a bad idea. (I still wonder if they haven’t.)
Chance that the number of blogs that SEK writes for will outnumber the pages of his dissertation by the time the latter is complete: 50/50.
0/∞
If you haven’t figured out I suffer from an incurable case of logorrhea, you haven’t been paying attention. If I keep my dissertation under 900 pages I — and my committee, bless their hearts — will be lucky.
June 22, 2008 at 8:06 pm
SEK
Every time I think I’ve seen the worst . . .
Admittedly, Storm/front is the underside of the bottom of the barrel … but I actually went there to see what they were saying about Obama. I was surprised to learn many of them support him, but that’s for my next post about Nazis.
June 22, 2008 at 8:15 pm
andrew
Hebrew International
The favored hot dog of the Bund.
June 22, 2008 at 8:40 pm
Vance Maverick
Has something strange happened to the front page? All I can see is this article — no archives, no recent comments, no previous articles.
Can we assess what fraction of our broad nation, dight in all colors of the loony rainbow, belongs to this sliver of a fraction of a tendency?
June 22, 2008 at 8:42 pm
Vance Maverick
I take it back, it’s all there — but in Firefox 3, the left-hand column has decamped to the bottom of the page.
June 22, 2008 at 8:44 pm
andrew
In Firefox 2 as well.
June 22, 2008 at 8:49 pm
ari
Who broke the blog? Labs, is this your doing? Or did the mere mention of Storm/front cause some sort of Karmic catastrophe?
June 22, 2008 at 9:11 pm
Kieran
Needless to say, when she insisted to buy Hebrew International Hot-dogs at the market it was the straw that broke the camel’s back
The wolf’s back! Of course I mean broke the Nordic Wolf’s back. What was I thinking?
June 22, 2008 at 9:15 pm
ben wolfson
Not all poetry—not even all poetry with a rhyme scheme—is metrical, Scott.
June 22, 2008 at 9:22 pm
bitchphd
Clearly! We have several examples right here in this post!
June 22, 2008 at 9:48 pm
Vance Maverick
Ben, SEK is in an English department, where the latest in avant-garde analysis is applied to the same three poems by Wordsworth.
That said, these poems are clearly making metrical promises they can’t keep, indeed don’t seem even to understand.
June 22, 2008 at 11:39 pm
andrew
Having now finished the whole post, I can’t say anything except that I’m speechless. It’s one thing to encounter this kind of thing in historical documents, and another to face the fact that these people are writing this stuff today. The poetry is pretty bad, too.
June 23, 2008 at 12:06 am
Megan
Needless to say, when she insisted to buy Hebrew International Hot-dogs at the market it was the straw that broke the camel’s back!
The gentleman would never date me. My grandmother’s brother started Hebrew National. F’reals. The money has descended through other lines of the family; we are the the poor cousins.
June 23, 2008 at 12:28 am
ari
Hurrah! The blog is fixed! And Megan’s here! And she’s a hotdog heiress!
June 23, 2008 at 12:30 am
ari
Wait, it’s fixed when you click to comment but not when you first open the page? Is that right? I think so. Oh well, at least Megan’s’ still a hotdog heiress, no matter what she claims.
June 23, 2008 at 12:47 am
Megan
I’m here! Being a (distant cousin of the real) hotdog heiress has changed my life remarkably little. I keep it real.
I went over to wikipedia to look up their Hebrew National entry, and find that they don’t name the founder. I’m pretty sure that was Max Anderson. I’ll ask my Dad.
June 23, 2008 at 12:52 am
Megan
HEY! The Hebrew National history page doesn’t name my grandmother’s brother either! Do they NOT KNOW?! Where’s the respect!?
June 23, 2008 at 12:59 am
ari
This is indeed an outrage. I have forsaken Hebrew National and embraced Storm/front brand hotdogs in a show of solidarity with you, Megan.
June 23, 2008 at 3:23 am
The Modesto Kid
As regard the brokenness of the blog, it seems like there is a </div> close-tag missing from SEK’s post, when it’s viewed from the front page. Notice how “Read the rest of this entry” is inside the same paragraph as the last bit of text, unlike other posts on your front page. I don’t know wordpress but it could be that the software is expecting a carriage return at the end of the post? Or something like that — When that tag is missing the browser considers the data that should go in the left-hand column to be part of a post, so puts it at the end of the middle column.
June 23, 2008 at 4:23 am
John Emerson
Are Hebrew National hotdogs kosher? A controversial question indeed.
The wiki story seems to have been written by conspirators from the Pines family, which boughy HN in 1928.
June 23, 2008 at 4:37 am
John Emerson
Amish Naturals makes organic kosher pasta.
June 23, 2008 at 5:09 am
The Great White Elf-Cala
She has black hair and Black eyes.
She has a slightly large nose but not huge.
She is originally from Jew York City.
She is a bitch.
I’m loving this so, so much. He just needs fire and a pin and he can be a witchfinder!
The only thing funnier than lonely white supremacists, I think we can agree, is white supremacist lolcats.
‘RU Jew pls halp! DO NOT WANT.’
‘I made you a kosher hotdog but I eated it.’
June 23, 2008 at 5:36 am
Jason B
I have forsaken Hebrew National and embraced Storm/front brand hotdogs . . .
I shudder to think what might be in the composition of that brand. I’m guessing it would taste a little “Bundy.” Jew wouldn’t like the taste. But they’re probably pretty cheap–a Dahmer dozen.
Not that neo-Nazi cave dwellers are necessarily serial killers, but I respect them equally.
June 23, 2008 at 6:07 am
silbey
If I keep my dissertation under 900 pages I — and my committee, bless their hearts — will be lucky.
By that point, you’ll be writing for well over a thousand blogs.
June 23, 2008 at 6:08 am
silbey
If I keep my dissertation under 900 pages I — and my committee, bless their hearts — will be lucky.
By that point, you’ll be writing for well over a thousand blogs. (ignore the man behind the curtain–ie the incorrectly formatted post above)
June 23, 2008 at 6:19 am
Ben Alpers
George Lincoln Rockwell is aware of all internet traditions!
June 23, 2008 at 6:21 am
ari
Okay, fixed. The blog, that is.
June 23, 2008 at 9:16 am
ben wolfson
Nope, sorry, ari, it still sucks.
June 23, 2008 at 10:33 am
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June 23, 2008 at 1:14 pm
SEK
Not all poetry—not even all poetry with a rhyme scheme—is metrical, Scott.
It’s one thing to deliberately flout poetic convention when you know you’re deliberately flouting poetic convention, another when you’re trying to write conventional poetry with predictable rhyme schemes and miserably fail, ben.
I’m loving this so, so much. He just needs fire and a pin and he can be a witchfinder!
Three pages into that thread — and after taking quite the ribbing from his fellow white supremacists for wanting to date someone who looks like she might be Jewish — we discover that he doesn’t actually want to date his coworker:
I hope everyone understands, I am NOT dating her and I do not want to know if she is jewish so I CAN date her.
It is very important to know who the jews are in your work life.
Sigh. Alright, enough Storm/front for me for now. Time to get back to breaking the blog.
June 23, 2008 at 1:21 pm
Spook Country
Whenever I get exposed to these fine examples of evolution gone wrong I always wish for a Sci-Fi cure for their hate of everything non white.
Suddenly have them all transported to another planet, just like earth, but only populated with Aryan brotherhood types.
Much like Hitler lost some of Germany’s greatest minds at the time to stupid insanity we could just leave them to find out how dumb they really are. Of course their failure to understand sophisticated processes would all be part of a zionist conspiracy of course…………
June 23, 2008 at 3:13 pm
Adam
when i specify i am looking for an “aryan BBW, must be into hitler/nazism with a pro nazi stance,”
ow brainlock
June 24, 2008 at 8:52 am
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June 24, 2008 at 1:10 pm
PGD
If she doesn’t dislike Jews by the third date, then it’s over.
if she still likes Jews after the third date, then I figure I have a shot.
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