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Average Honkey retweeted
When a black murders a White person, the media uses every euphemism under the sun to avoid saying “black.”
But when a couple of girls make monkey noises, they make sure everyone knows they were White.
Ring camera catches 'white Ole Miss coeds making monkey noises outside black students' apartment' trib.al/tsQ5p7L
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For nine years, almost nobody in Japan has looked at my neighbor's daughter.
Not because they're cruel. Because they're polite.
Sana is nine. She uses a wheelchair. In Japan, when people see a child like her, they do the kind thing. The thing we're taught. They look away. They don't stare. They give her space.
So for nine years, Sana has gone everywhere being carefully not seen.
And her mother, Megumi, learned to help. At school events, at festivals, at the park, she always sat them in the same place. The very edge. The very back. Where they wouldn't be in anyone's way.
Last summer, Megumi's husband had to work for two weeks at a plant in a small town in Iowa. The whole family went. Megumi told me she dreaded it. New country. New stares. Or worse, new ways of not being looked at.
On the first morning, they went to a diner.
The waitress came over, looked at the table, and did something nobody in Japan had ever done.
She crouched down next to the wheelchair, eye level with Sana, and asked her what she wanted.
Not her mother. Her.
In Japan, waiters ask Megumi what Sana wants. Sana is nine. She knows what she wants. She wanted pancakes.
The waitress said, "Pancakes for the boss," and wrote it down. When the pancakes came, there was a mountain of whipped cream on top. The waitress pointed at the wheelchair and winked. "Extra for the driver."
Sana laughed so hard she got syrup in her hair.
Megumi tried to pay. An old man at the counter had already paid. She tried to pay the next day. A different old man. By the third day, she was sneaking up to the register before they even sat down, and the waitress just shook her head and said, "Honey, you're not gonna win this one."
A lady from the church down the road showed up at the motel with a whole pie. Megumi asked why. The lady said, "Y'all looked tired." They had been in town for three days. Nobody had told her they existed.
And then there was Tucker.
Tucker was seven. He lived next to the motel. On the fourth day, he walked straight up to Sana in the parking lot, looked at the wheelchair, and said, loudly:
"Why do you have wheels?"
Megumi froze. In Japan, a parent would have grabbed that boy and apologized for ten minutes.
Sana looked at him and said, in the English she'd learned at school, "My legs don't work."
Tucker thought about this for one second.
"Cool. Can I push?"
And then they were gone. Down the sidewalk. Way too fast. Tucker's mom was yelling, "TUCKER, SLOW DOWN!" Tucker was yelling, "SHE SAID FASTER!" Sana was screaming in Japanese, "もっと速く! もっと速く!" Faster. Faster.
Tucker didn't speak a word of Japanese.
He understood perfectly.
That night, after Sana fell asleep, Megumi locked herself in the motel bathroom and cried for an hour.
She told me it took her a long time to understand why.
It was because for nine years, without ever deciding to, she had been apologizing. For the wheelchair. For the ramp. For the space they took up. For being there at all.
And in four days, a whole town had made it very clear that nobody needed her to.
On the Fourth of July, there was a parade down Main Street.
Out of habit, Megumi found them a spot at the very edge. At the very back. Behind everybody.
A fire truck came down the street. Red, shining, lights going, kids running alongside it.
It stopped.
Right in front of them.
A firefighter climbed down. A huge man with a gray mustache and forearms like fence posts. Everyone in town called him Bud. Nobody, possibly including Bud, knew his real name.
He walked over, knelt down on the asphalt in front of Sana, and said:
"Ma'am, we're short a co-pilot today. You interested?"
Sana looked at her mother.
Megumi couldn't say a word. She just nodded.
Bud lifted Sana into the front seat like she weighed nothing. Two other firefighters lifted her chair onto the back of the truck. Bud took off his own helmet and put it on her head. It came down over her whole face. She pushed it up with both hands so she could see.
Then he leaned out the window and asked her name.
And he shouted it.
"EVERYBODY SAY HI TO SANA!"
And they did.
All the way down Main Street. People on both sides. Grandmas in lawn chairs. Teenagers on the curb. Men holding babies on their shoulders. Strangers who had never seen her before in their lives.
"HI, SANA!"
"HI, SANA!"
Sana waved with both arms. The helmet kept falling down. She kept pushing it back up. She did not stop waving for one second.
And running next to the truck, the entire length of Main Street, red in the face, out of breath, was a seven-year-old boy screaming at the top of his lungs:
"THAT'S MY FRIEND! THAT'S MY FRIEND!"
Megumi was standing at the back of the crowd, crying so hard she couldn't see.
An old woman next to her, a complete stranger, handed her a tissue. Then she squeezed her arm and said:
"Honey. That girl belongs up there."
They've been home in Japan for over a year now.
Some things changed.
This fall, at Sana's school sports day, Megumi did something she had never done in nine years. She pushed Sana's chair all the way to the very front row.
A few parents looked away, the polite way.
Sana waved at them anyway. With both arms.
Megumi told me something I keep thinking about.
"In Japan, I was taught that kindness means not looking. A little town in Iowa taught my daughter that kindness means looking right at her, and saying her name."
On a shelf in Sana's room, there's a plastic firefighter helmet. The kind you get at a dollar store. Bud sent it a week after they got home.
On the back, in black marker, it says:
"CO-PILOT. ANYTIME."
Average Honkey retweeted
Listen to every word
“I am holding in my hand the Muslim Brotherhood plan for the destruction of the United States. An explanatory memorandum for the general strategic goal for the group, the Muslim Brotherhood in North America, written 5/22/1991. The Ikhwan, which is the Arabic word for brothers, must understand that their work in America is a kind of grand jihad in eliminating and destroying the Western civilization from within and sabotaging its miserable house by their hands, and the hands of the believers so that it is eliminated and Allah's religion is made victorious over all other religions”
“Going to the ballot and voting is now an obligatory action, fard 'ayn, and it is a jihad that now needs to be done because this is our modern jihad. You can elect a person who wants the Sharia Law”
“We're commanded to terrorize the disbelievers, and this is a religion, like I said, commanded to terrorize them. The Quran says very clearly in the Arabic language, this means terrorize them. It's a command from Allah.”
Americans needs to stop practicing individualism and recognize what’s happening to their country and come together and fight for it
You should also be aware that ‘Voting as a form of “jihad” to elect Pro-Sharia candidates’ is a longstanding strategy of Muslims. It’s been a documented strategy since at least the early 90s
So you understand what’s happening yet America??
Average Honkey retweeted
Every GOP strategist, consultant, and candidate should be forced to participate in a role-playing exercise this morning.
Your name is Bob. You’re a 49-year-old blue-collar worker in Ohio. You’ve always struggled to make ends meet. The good jobs were all shipped to China and the few remaining pay a pittance wage, undercut by endless illegal labor.
You’re a 3x Trump voter because you believed he would finally make America great again.
You put your son through Ohio State. He graduated cum laude in computer science. You couldn’t have been prouder. After months searching, he landed an entry-level job at Microsoft. Beneath his qualifications, but a good start for a smart kid.
Then he got laid off. That same month, Microsoft applied for 150,000 more H-1B visas because it can’t find qualified Americans.
Your son has spent six months back in his childhood bedroom, sending hundreds of applications without landing an interview.
On TV, Trump boasts about the greatest economy in history and how many women and minorities are finding jobs.
You decide a father-son steak night might cheer him up.
Gas is $4.50 a gallon. Filling your truck costs over $100. At Kroger, ribeyes are $30/lb. You settle for hamburger, even though 70/30 ground beef still costs $10+.
At checkout, a fat black woman is screaming at the cashier because her EBT will only cover most of the filet mignon and lobster in her cart.
You think to yourself how the Iran war has made everything expensive, but at least we’re stopping their nuclear bomb. You weren’t even sure where Iran was before you googled it after we first bombed them in March.
After dinner, you take your son to the county fair. Half the people aren’t speaking English. Virtually none of the crowd looks like you. You’re forced to leave early after a “teen takeover” turns violent. A foreign born judge pledges none of them will go to jail.
Back home, you turn on the TV. Vivek Ramaswamy is lecturing the crowd about American mediocrity and why Ohio needs more foreign talent.
Your son grows upset. You change the channel.
Now a Republican surrogate, the daughter of a governor or wife of an elderly billionaire, explains that young White men are the REAL welfare queens. They’d rather play videogames in their parents’ basements than work.
Your son says nothing. He just goes back to his childhood bedroom. You turn off the TV.
Then your neighbor starts blasting reggaeton and cracking open Modelos. He brought his cousin’s family from Mexico to help with all the minority-business contracts his construction firm keeps winning. Tonight they’re celebrating his nephew’s birth, the family’s first birthright American citizen.
You sit alone in your living room.
You worked hard, paid taxes, obeyed the law, and raised your son to do everything right. You voted Republican again and again because you believed somebody in Washington would finally fight for you.
Instead, your wages are stagnant. Groceries are unaffordable. Your community is unrecognizable. Your country is fighting another foreign war.
And upstairs, the son you sacrificed everything for is lying awake in the bedroom he slept in at twelve, wondering what the heck he’s even supposed to do with his life now.
Every time you turn on the TV, the Republicans you elected are either congratulating themselves or explaining why you and your son are the problem.
For ten years, they told you America’s future depended on your vote. Now you aren’t even sure America has a future worth defending.
The Republican Party needs to answer one simple question this morning:
You’ve spent a decade demanding Bob’s loyalty. You’ve given him stagnant wages, unaffordable groceries, another foreign war, and a son who did everything right but can’t find work.
And when they complain, you call them lazy, entitled, and racist.
What possible reason have you given Bob and his son to vote Republican? Do you honestly think you deserve their vote?
Average Honkey retweeted
Wow man I guess she was annoyed by an Indian guy spending the last few weeks saying she wasn’t qualified for office because she got raped by her stepdad
Democrat Amy Acton lets Republican Vivek Ramaswamy's Ohio governor concession call go to voicemail.
Ramaswamy tells supporters he called to congratulate her and left a message wishing her well.
Follow: @AFpost
Average Honkey retweeted
Why do you think any person with a political philosophy right of Mao doesn't respect women?
I would argue the ultimate respect for women is wanting them to become a woman like my mother. Or my sister.
They have a greater purpose than "cogs in a wheel". Men are disposable.
The grace and love of a good woman is indispensable and the foundation of everything on this earth that currently works well. (It can't exist without toxic men who will go to war. FOR YOU. SPECIFICALLY).
And somehow we are losing that.
And ya'll are on here gloating like you somehow won something. Do you feel like you are winning?
It feels like we are all losing.
Average Honkey retweeted
A Pakistani boy once told the Muslim Women's Network that his community "shares" girls:
“My mate called me and said ‘Bro I have a surprise for you, come over to this house.’ When I got there 15 of them were sitting in the living room. My mate told me to go upstairs for my surprise.
"When I went into the bedroom, another friend was doing this girl. The lads went up one by one and took turns and while they were waiting they were calling their mates, cousins and uncles to come over and join in and showing off.
"Others turned up too including two older men who were taxi drivers, who went straight upstairs. One older man said I am going to call my son over so he can practice on her and later his 15-year-old son arrived in his uniform.
"Everyone took turns and it took 6 hours. I did get concerned and said, ‘the girl is going to get broke, who will marry her?” The girl is not paid but she gets looked after, she is given food and the boys make sure she gets home safely if it gets late.
"There are set days Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays but some of my friends don’t like doing stuff like that on a Friday because it is Juma (holy day) and they go mosque.”
Pimping a girl out to your cousins and children is the norm in Pakistani communities in Britain.
You do not understand these people. We cannot share a country with them. They all have to go.
Average Honkey retweeted
I'm so glad that we have LLMs to make computers more expensive for the first time since they were invented while also taking my job and making everyone illiterate
Average Honkey retweeted
'I am every bit as American as anyone else, and I will not tolerate being treated as a perpetual foreigner in the country I call home.'
This succinctly illustrates one powerful reason, though certainly not the only one, why I am adamantly against any further subcontinental migration here. What is the basis of this uppity college boy making his assertion that he is not just technically American by virtue of citizenship, but 'every bit' as American?
When you close your eyes & think of 'an American', does a Hindu named Bhatt whose parents got here a few decades ago come to mind, or a Christian named King whose forefathers were here a century before the Revolution? Does it matter that my family fought in the revolution, the civil war, both world wars, & his has zero participation? Or that mine came into the wilds of Virginia with rifle, axe, & plow, making nothing into a superpower, paying taxes, sweating, bleeding, farming, taming, creating the structure & culture, while his parents showed up to a turnkey operation full of all the first-world western goodies & high-trust Anglo law/customs to help themselves to the milk & honey they could not create themselves back in the motherland?
If 'fully American' is satisfied by mere citizenship, why would Lee Greenwood be 'proud to be an American'? Happy I could see, but why would you be proud merely to be granted a boon?
And why should he gain this elevated status merely by demanding it--like Bruce Jenner demanding on his whim that we must all call him she/her-- & tell us what he will tolerate, rather than the rest of the existing citizenry making its own external judgment on a sliding scale based on a plethora of criteria (I call it 'skin in the game')? He should worry about what -I- will tolerate.
I can see why he would want this full-status elevation, but why would I? If 'full Americanness' is just a document to be pushily grabbed by whoever can scam or pity-party their way in, why would I want to be reduced to that level-- it would mean all the efforts of myself & my forebears bought me nothing... that both my grandfathers endured the wrath of the Japanese for no gain, that the centuries of putting a penny in the take-a-penny-leave-a-penny dish meant nothing, & that my country becomes less normed to what I want & what we had, & more what he wants... less Christmas, more Diwali.
This is a scam, which Indians in particular have a penchant for. It is plain theft from me. And now you see that this group, highly nepotistic, corrupt, & mostly left-leaning politically once they get the vote, favors its narrow ethnoreligious interests above any purported ideology. As soon as this boy is not catered to & coddled, he abandons his 'conservativeness' & runs to crazed moonbat leftists of the worst sort, to fill his own open-borders/diversity rice bowl & stab us in the back.
I do not want any of them here. There was a time, 10-30 years ago, when I was a bit positive toward them as a 'model minority'. That time is over.
Mene mene tekel upharsin.
I just cast my ballot for James Talarico.
As a second-generation Indian American, I am thoroughly disgusted by the xenophobia, racial resentment, and increasingly brazen attacks on my identity. My family has contributed to the American story through hard work, sacrifice, and an unwavering belief in the opportunities this nation promises. I am every bit as American as anyone else, and I will not tolerate being treated as a perpetual foreigner in the country I call home.
I implore every eligible Texan to get out and vote. This election is about the kind of state and country we are prepared to defend—and the principles we refuse to surrender.
@TeamTalaricoHQ
@texasdemocrats
Average Honkey retweeted
Because the Boomer Holy War, otherwise known as the Second World War, is the creation myth, the biblical Genesis, of the political world order we inhabit. History begins in 1945, Year Zero, when the Allied and Axis powers, the cosmic forces of absolute Good and Evil, clashed for dominion over the world.
What we call “Western Values” are the liberal American values of the postwar order: unregulated global capitalism, liberal democracy, individualism, civil rights, and equality. Three generations of men have been indoctrinated into this cult, which is ultimately a secularized heresy of Aristotelian humanist Christianity, repackaged as a universal moral doctrine.
Hitler has assumed the role of Satan, while some grotesque amalgamation of Winston Churchill and Martin Luther King Jr. occupies the throne of Jesus Christ. The Nazis are the defeated legions of Hell, and the Holocaust is the ultimate revelation of Evil against which all subsequent political and moral questions must be judged.
You’re not allowed to have nice things like community, traditional families, immigration restrictions, or any meaningful sense of national, ethnic, racial, or religious identity as a White person because any deviation from the sacred doctrines of the postwar consensus threatens to bring about Holocaust 2. To believe in any of these is to practice heresy. Racism is the ultimate heresy, and White guilt is origin sin, without a path to atonement.
The further removed each generation becomes from 1945, the weaker its attachment to this haphazard, pseudo religious worldview grows. In 13 years, an entire century will have passed since the outbreak of the Second World War.
The moralizing about the Holocaust, the obsessive fixation on stopping identity politics among native Westerners, the relentless insistence on feminism, diversity, and the ideological apparatus of the postwar order will resemble the exhausted dogmas of a dying secular religion whose founding revelation has lost its power over the living.
This is obvious as the materialistic promise of infinite growth and wealth has failed, and mass immigration, diversity and the third world are an existential threat to westerners who have no socioeconomic opportunities and a poor shot at family for formation.
Average Honkey retweeted
I’m going to let you in on a secret about rape that I learned while bouncing at 3 nightclubs concurrently for my entire undergrad. 500 nights at the club dealing with women and creeps have produced some insight.
The first thing to understand is that 99% of date-rape cases are just patently false. Every weekend like clockwork a new tiny girl who hadn’t eaten all day would confidently down 5 shots of tequila then claim she was drugged once word got around that she shit herself in a cab, or fell asleep in a dumpster.
I’ve lost count of how many of them were perplexed to report that their drug tests came back clean the next morning.
BUT… In my 500 nights of service, I witnessed it happen for real, bill cosby style, twice.
And in 100% of those cases it was a black or an Indian guy.
The first was a guy named Sohil who had actually openly made some suspect remarks to people I knew. Why was nothing done? Because the concept was so completely alien to the white guys around him that they simply didn’t believe what they were hearing.
It was exactly like the scene from American Psycho where he talks about a girls head on a stick as though it’s the punchline to a joke, and his friends just exchange a weird look and carry on. That’s how crazy the prospect of rape sounds to white guys, he might as well have said he had a head in his freezer.
Ultimately, Sohil was caught trying to sneak into a drugged girl’s bedroom window after her roommates had shuttled her home for the night. He was sentenced to 2 years in prison. There was no international outrage, no big news articles, nothing. Just a post on Facebook shared between the bar staff.
The second was a black guy from Martinique. He was a charming niggardly character who hung around the bars every weekend bumming cigarettes or making a few bucks selling fake cocaine. He lived in someone’s walk-in closet for $300 a month.
He had rumours circulating about his predation, but nobody had anything concrete until he was finally caught inappropriately touching an incapacitated girl and force feeding her drugs.
He was quickly and brutally sentenced to a swift release and a mild scolding from a social worker. He had successfully argued to the judge that people would kill him if he were sent back to Martinique, and was therefore let off with not even a slap on the wrist.
The funniest part of this whole ordeal is that we have reason to suspect that he was a refugee in the first place because he had raped the wrong guy’s sister back home. You genuinely can’t make this shit up.
Word got around to the bars, but this was back in the day. We didn’t have ID scanners, and hiring was a revolving door. Every Fortnite we’d have a new roster of Dianabol enthusiasts standing at the entrance letting groups of bombshells skip the line. It was impossible to entirely keep people out.
And so within 2 months it happened again. Exactly the same as last time. And the black guy hit the judge with the exact same excuse. Luckily the judge finally came to his senses, and sent him back to a third world shithole. He has lived in Paris France ever since.
I tell these stories because I’m at my whits end with headlines like the one I see below. At this point we’re so used to being gaslit that the omission of a description is as good as a 4K portrait.
So I’ll do my small part to set record straight.
It is never the white men.
Man who drugged and raped dead NYC college student texted nude pics of her instead of calling 911: feds trib.al/pAEqBDj
Average Honkey retweeted
Fed-up New Yorker has had enough: “If New York is the future for America, it’s in fucking trouble. There’s no such thing as, like, black America, white America. It’s immigrants’ America.”
This is the direct result of Democratic policies, and cities across the country under Democratic leadership are grappling with the same problem.
Average Honkey retweeted
Independent mobile developer. Got approached by some boomers to fix an app made in India. The Indians took the money, delivered total crap then were long gone. The worst code ever. Complete lack of understanding of how programming works. Not even the basics. They didn't understand functions, every was hardcoded, insane work.
These boomers promised me that I would do their next generation of apps if I fixed this one app for them. Unfixable crap. I did the best I could but we were starting from way too far. Still, the fixes were implemented and I almost gave up so bad everything was. Think 1000s of lines of hardcoded crap doing the same thing over and over again.
Once I delivered, the boomers did a 180 on me and decided to "go with another shop" for the next generation of apps. Fast forward 6 months, I get a message from the boomers asking me to "connect with their team in India" because they need to understand a back-end part I did from scratch for them to be able to deal with the features they were asking back then. I told them to fuck off. This is why nobody gets a job anymore. They went back to outsourcing their app in India again to save a buck and asked the white guy to come save the day again.
