The fake radical

Ties into The Real Radical

"I am active in the church" she says
"You? Come on... "
"Yes. I am"
"You never struck me as a church goer."

"Yea, anyway I am one of the radicals. The people are making it difficult for me" she says with the attitude of a martyr.
"What's radical? Supporting marriage?" I ask,
"You know, gay rights in the church, women priests and so"

In a time when the church is cutting the finances of parishes that are against gay and women priests, when the church is talking about educating imams, when the church welcomes single moms with open arms while blaming men for desertation...

The radical is the one who follows Christ, not PCrist.

The real radical

Girl is in the top ten in this town for my taste in looks and behavior.

Absolutely gorgeous.

"Is this study thing and exchange program?"
"No, I am going abroad for bible studies"
"Sadly something you cannot say that openly anymore, eh.."
"No, people look at me like I am crazy"

And from what I know about her, this is genuine.

She is the real radical of our times.

Smelly Media: The system wants your children. Totally

After the news report degrading motherhood, something I will blog on later, comes this:

Pressures to extend school day

I was in a school that was full day, and you know what; half the time I spent in the classroom was wasted on me. Bored to death, not allowed to open some useful book on a different topic, I had to sit through hours and hours of bullshit.

The trade union representing teachers in Finland, the OAJ, is calling for longer school days as a part of an upcoming reform in the national curriculum.

More class hours = more teachers & more billable hours = more financial power for the union.

Simple.

It is not about the children.

This is the same mindset that has the audacity to claim that abortion is "for the child" when there is a long waiting list of couples who want to adopt a native Finnish baby.

With wanting to increase the school hours for children, one would think the Finns are illiterate.

Even though Finnish children spend well below the OECD national average of hours in class, academic performance is among the best in the world.

So, we are to break what is not broken, in the name of progress.

This is where it gets interesting:

A new national curriculum for elementary schools is currently being formulated behind closed doors at the Ministry of Education. The group of civil servants working on reforms has not shown the plans even to the OAJ, the union that represents teaching professionals.

Central planning anyone?

Central planning without including the people with hands-on experience?

"Central planning", that has been the most murderous political idea of human existence?

Like the apparatchik poets planning the harvest?
Like the apparatchik chemical engineers planning the waterways?

Interesting this is, the least.

Professor Jouni Välijärvi of the University of Jyväskylä, who coordinates the OECD's Programme for International Student Assessment (PISA) in Finland, says that longer days elsewhere is not a good reason to extend school days here.

Sometimes reasonable (in the real meaning, not the PC bastardized meaning of reason) people do make it to the news.

"There seems to be something in the air in other developed countries urging an increase in the systematic education of small children. I am not convinced that this is wise. It could produce exactly the opposite results intended."

"the systematic education"... Fuck. That sounds like out of some political horror movie, A Brave New 1984.

What is the next step?

The state taking babies at birth into "Newborn Education Facilities"?

Already babies who should be still sucking their mother's tits are given to daycare at 12 months old.

The first words are not "Mom", "Dad", "Pee", "Kaka", but whatever the minimum wage states indoctrinator daycare teacher has taught the baby.

The most happy kids in my circle of friends are the three boys who have a stay at home mother. The boys are golden. They are boys. Wild, fun, happy, curious, territorial but cooperative. And they got a dad who says "Boys are boys" and would not make a big deal if one of them breaks an arm while jumping around. Compare this to the kid who cannot drive the toy Matchbox car fast through the carpet toy town in the kindergarten, because that would make him get used to fast driving. 

Oh, eating mom's cooking instead of government approved crap, these boys are healthy as bulls; growing with mom's teachings, dad's teachings and a love for the family.

The system cannot have that.

The system wants your children, every one of them, in totality.

The system wants to devour the soul of your children, and make them into obedient PC-thinking slaves. 

Ya ya, all in the name of the child.

JoD: Tolerating oppression

The Joys of Diversity

Man standing at the bustop, talking to his two girls. Wife few feet behind, busy with the little boy in the babycart.

Two girls, both under 10-12 year of age, covered in headscarves, schoolbooks in their hand, and backpacks.

Worshipping multiculti dictates:

We are to tolerate the intolerant father who cannot tolerate prebubescent girls to be free without headscarves*, in the name of respecting their culture. In this case, the offended are to be branded racist and banished from any civilized discussion.

Worshipping multiculti also dictates:

We are not to tolerate the tolerant tradition of christmas and as such, the president will issue a "Happy Holidays" message instead of a "Merry Christmas" message; in the name of not offending the perpetually offended. In this case, the offended are to be wished "Happy holidays", and in some cases be given trip money so they can visit their homes. (Where they had claimed "My life is under threat"...)

Just like I wished Merry Ramadan to my friends who are peacefully practicing it, I wish Merry Christmas month to ones celebrating it.

*You see, tolerating the intolerant, always leads to the tolerant being intolerated, once the intolerant gain enough ground or the tolerant lose faith in their own rights to live according to their own beliefs. Sadly, as un-pc as it may seem, the only way to a society where people can coexist according to their own beliefs is to be infinitely intolerant to the intolerant. The west thinks that the tolerance they bestow upon fathers who cover little girl's heads will be returned to them as tolerance by these people. It will not. The intolerant, by definition, is incapable to tolerate. The only reason that the intolerance stays within the family walls is that a necessary strength has not been reached.

Look at pictures from Egypt in 1950 and now, you'll see. Same for Iran, same for Turkey, same for Syria. Intolerance wins because the tolerant tolerate their own oppression.

It's all a numbers game.

When you go out and don't get smashed everytime, you observe. You see. You remember.

When your friends are the same, you can then share stories.

And since it is a small town, there are people that catch your attention.

For example:

A middle european, the second time meeting me:

"Do you know the guy in the white shirt? Is he your countryman?"
"The psycho?"
"Yeah! Yeah! That defines him"

A middle eastern:
"Monobrow is not here tonight. Maybe that is a sign the camelf%&kers moved to some other venue"

Etc..

This story is about a different guy. 

As a black friend of mine calls him: "The big headed brotha"

The guy has a head almost as wide as the shoulders. A real sight to behold. And the interesting part is, unlike other africans, he hangs solo.

This guy has no low limits. He has no bottom in his standards.

One thing I appreciate about him is that he fears no rejection. One of the most active guys in the nightlife.

So active that, when he starts rolling, it is like an avalanche, not stopping for anything.

In front of me, his arm reached out to pull to himself a passing by 20 year old, only to get shot down by a "Fuck you". He turns to his right, goes full on Jamaican (he is not) sexy boy on a 60 year old pudgy chubby, her friends wave him off, he turns around, and the closest girl to him is a 150 kilo warhog. All this happened in under a minute. In ten minutes they were french kissing on the dancefloor. Bubblehead, and warhog.

This, everytime we are in the same venue.

It clearly is a case of "Man, any pussy is an upgrade from a camel" (in this case, a bonobo)

Kinda explains.

Then, there is the saying, give infinite monkeys typewriters and infinite time, eventually they will write hamlet.

And so it was.

Going to meet some friends for a sunday coffee, just when I am at the door, Bubblehead comes out, and behind him is a 20 year old petite redhead, happy to be following a catch.

Even the broken clock ticks right twice a day;
Or the monkey theory. After porking so many porks, hogging so many hogs,  you will eventually skewer a piglet.
Both hold.
One thing I know, the next time I see this guy, it will be again the avalanche not stopping for a second. Warhog, granny, tranny, anything that has a hole.

I would like to write something about the girl, but the only thing I can say is she is damaged goods, vibrated to the point of no return, untouchable like enriched uranium.

Wish I had some database to log in the "untouchables"...

At this time of being porked by enriching vibrants turning into a fashion, this is a necessity. 

Breeding like rabbits don't make a civilization

Sitting in the cafe I overheard this heated conversation between a student from a civilized Asian country and kid who came here as a refugee from a medieval ass backward geographical location.

I would agree to their assessment of the old people living in the elderly homes with no family. That is crap.

One gem:

"Life here is shit man. Everything is too easy"... while I agree to the basic sentiment, to this kid who ran away from the non-civilization that his forefathers did not build: well, freck off then... go back where it is not easy. Oh, forgot, life here is shit, but there you...

But then, the kid says this:

"You know. My grandfather did not have to go to the elderly home. He had 46 sons, and 2 wives. So he could spend bit time with this son, bit time with this son"

Yea,

Ever wonder why your relatives are starving?
Ever wonder why your relatives will continue to starve, no matter what amount of aid is sent?
Ever wonder why the place never made it past medieval times?
Ever wonder why it will never make it past medieval times?

But yea, the west is not breeding, but it is producing, and paying some men somewhere to live happily with two wives, 46 sons, and with that fertility, 1600+ grandsons.

Try to sustain that.

Btw, either he misused "sons" instead of "children", or they do not count the "girls" as children, as human beings.

Yo westerner, tolerate that.

How the sexual revolution helped the good girls

4 girls. Good girls. Good looking girls. Sweet, intelligent, apparently good company.

4 guys. The boyfriends of these girls. Handsome men. Men in demand. Intelligent men with charm.

Girls are throwing themselves at these men. Knowing they have girlfriends or not. Ready to go rent a hotel room upstairs, ready to take these men to their own homes when the boyfriend is away, ready to shag on command.

No strings needed, no strings asked, no strings demanded.

There is only so much a man can resist. These men have resisted the temptation, up to now, right or wrong.

But you can only resist so much, when there are girls willing to give you blowjobs in the mens toilet, when their boyfriend is drinking at the same bar. When there are girls  ready to spread the milk without you even needing to milk the cow. When there are girls smiling at you when you say "Ola" to them, your two hands on their two butts; girls who know your relationship... When girls go "I got a boyfriend but that is no problem" or "I know your girlfriend"...

When it is raining men ripe for plucking vajayjays...,
 
It is a losing battle for the good girls out there. (A battle that already massacred the Average Joes out there)

The revolution needs sacrifices. And no sacrifice is fulfilled without a few maidens thrown in the mix.

Funny also how we call it the sexual revolution; many women are just revolving like a tornado between a few select men.

We used to call that "Girl has become a toll gate(the revolving type seen in the metros)", nowadays it is called the "C0ck carousel"..

Both are based on revolutions.

Viva la revolucion!*

*As long as revolving is the only demand. No buying the Tornado Cows.