The Worst Week Yet:
November 20-26, 2022

Self-inflicted stroke victim Lamar Odom believes that white people go to see the Phoenix Suns play in order to laugh at a guy in a gorilla costume and see a team of mostly black players fail to win a championship year after year.

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Say Goodbye to “Minorities” and Make Way for the “Global Majority”

Even though the Great Replacement is happening, they’ll deny it’s happening while celebrating the fact that it’s happening, and they’ll call you crazy for daring to notice that it’s happening. That’s precisely how twisted they are. And if you get mad about the web of lies they spin like a noose around your throat, they’ll simply say, “See? He’s crazy! Told you so!”

A little over a century ago in The Rising Tide of Color: The Threat Against White World-Supremacy, Lothrop Stoddard warned that whites would eventually drown in a tide of population surges by other groups.

In 1913, the combined population of Europe and “Western offshoots” was about one-third of the total global populace. Whites currently comprise about 16% of the world’s population, a quotient that is expected to fall to 10% by 2060.

Whites have always been a global minority, but they’re en route to becoming an even tinier minority than ever before, all while the global propaganda machine has demonized their very existence. Why does this sound like a bad movie plot?

Ever since I was a kid, being a minority was considered a good thing. Well, it was a bad thing in the sense that you were presumed to suffer constant oppression from incurably cruel whites, but we were taught that the role of government was to protect the weak and marginalized from bullying. So one is to presume that when whites achieve minority status, this will be a good thing . . . right?

Say hello to the global majority — i.e., what we used to refer to as “minorities”:

Global majority is a collective term for ethnic groups which constitute approximately 80 per cent of the global population . . .

The term was used as early as 2003 as a way to challenge the normativity of a Eurocentric perspective. Its proponents argue that terms like “ethnic minority” marginalize the skills, the ways of thinking, and the lived experiences of those from African, Asian, indigenous, or dual-heritage backgrounds. These terms were therefore seen as racializing ethnicity.

For years the British media has been using the acronym BAME (Black, Asian, and Minority Ethnic) as an umbrella term for all non-whites in the United Kingdom. In 2020, spurred into hastily guilty action over the death of model citizen George Floyd, the Church of England stopped using the clunky term “United Kingdom Minority Ethnic” (UKME) in favor of the even clunkier “United Kingdom Minority Ethnic/Global Majority Heritage” (UKME/GMH). This was apparently done to remind indigenous Britons that although ethnic invaders may still be a minority in England, they are a majority worldwide and can sweep them up in a tsunami of color whenever they wish. It’s frightening to think that the global majority is perched right outside of your tiny island, staring you down at all times.

England’s Westminster City Council recently moved to drop the term “BAME” and replace it with “global majority” in an attempt to be more “inclusive and diverse” toward everyone except indigenous Britons. An official statement read:

We do not use the terms BAME (black, Asian and minority ethnic) and BME (black and minority ethnic) because they emphasise certain ethnic minority groups (Asian and black) and exclude others . . . The terms can also mask disparities between different ethnic groups and create misleading interpretations of data. . . . Similarly, we do not use people of colour as it doesn’t include white minorities. Our aim is to look and tackle inequalities and disparities wherever they are seen. That’s what we are doing through the levelling-up agenda.

What is a “white minority,” you ask? It’s anyone in the UK who is not English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, or Romani. In other words, the Westminster City Council is pitting everyone in the world, even whites who aren’t native to the British Isles, against its own indigenous population.

I’m not sure why the Romani wound up on the “wrong side of history,” but I’ve never liked them anyway, so I shed no tears.

But the term “global majority” is being adopted by non-whites across this dying planet.

“I’m Embracing the Term ‘People of the Global Majority’,” writes a slope named Daniel Lim in a self-published article for Medium:

The term “people of color” centers whiteness even as it attempts to be an affirming identity label for non-white people. The term perpetuates the pernicious idea that whiteness is the default and white people therefore have no particular race. Race is a special identity marker that is only assigned to people who are not white; who are the other. Race comes with color. Non-white people are subsequently of color by virtue of not being color-free, white people. . . . The term “people of the global majority” affirms non-white people’s inherent power as the majority of the world’s population. This is in contrast to the fact that people of color in the U.S. are often considered minorities even as they will outnumber white people in the country by as early as 2050. . . . It enables global solidarity against white supremacy without cultural erasure.

You can buy Jim Goad’s Whiteness: The Original Sin here.

In other words, so long as whites are being erased from the global discussion, non-whites can oppose them and bask in their own newfound racial power while pretending they’re against racism. We can be inclusive so long as we exclude whites. The minute that whites have been officially acknowledged as a minority, the roles have switched: Minorities are no longer in need of protection, and the majority is no longer a bully.

The lies have been stacked so high, it can cause a peckerwood like me to faint.

Loudmouthed Brown Feminist Tells White Men Who Oppose Violence Toward Women to Shut Up

As I’ve been saying for years, an “activist” is typically someone who actively avoids physical activity. Now I’m also starting to believe that they’re also deaf, because if activists could hear what they’re saying, they wouldn’t say such things in the first place.

Karen Ingala-Smith is some sort of female wildebeest who dyes her hair a hideous lipstick-red. For the past ten years, the woman has demonstrated that she is absolutely bursting with mental health by supervising a project called “Counting Dead Women” in which she allegedly logs all the women killed by men since 2012.

Her latest gripe — and I’m sure there will be more — is that a drove of sexist white male Canadian pigs celebrate “White Ribbon Day” on November 25 — the same day that Ms. Smith celebrates the United Nations International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women, which, coincidentally, is also a day I celebrate every year. The, erm, “holiday” was enshrined by the United Nations in 1999 to commemorate the murder of the Mirabal sisters in the Dominican Republic in 1960. The two girls were avid opponents of the Rafael Trujillo regime. They were clubbed to death and placed in a Jeep that was driven off a mountain road to make the murder appear to be accidental.

As far as I can tell, they were murdered for opposing Trujillo and not for being women. But if you’ve been paying attention, women across the world take the death of any woman personally, whether or not they were killed for being women. They have the sort of innate group identity that nature cruelly denied to men.

According to Ms. Smith, “White Ribbon Day” is a slap in the face not only to all women worldwide, but specifically to Hispanic women:

That [holiday] was honoring women of color, so we’ve got a bunch of white Canadian men stealing the day, and erasing an event connected to Hispanic women. . . . It’s good to get men to say that men’s violence against women is a problem, but I just think they could have picked another day.

“White Ribbon Day,” which has the Latina’s panties in a bundle, was founded by “a group of pro-feminist men” in 1991 after Marc Lépine –perhaps the first incel mass shooter in world history — killed 14 women at Montreal’s École Polytechnique in late 1989. The “white ribbon’ is intended to symbolize men surrendering their physical advantages over women and declaring a truce.

In other words and in the real world, White Ribbon Day was founded eight years before the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women. It was also founded in response to the murder of 14 women who were clearly killed merely for being women rather than a pair of women who were killed for being political dissidents.

And yet people still wonder why some bitches get hit.

After 40+ Years, the Phoenix Suns’ Gorilla Mascot Is Accused of Anti-Black Racism

The Phoenix Suns play basketball in one of America’s most objectively hideous cities, a giant smear of cement in the middle of a beige, charmless hell. Perhaps because Arizona was the last state to formally recognize Martin Luther King Day as a holiday, and since we all know that MLK sits at the right hand of God in heaven, the Suns have suffered the cosmic misfortune of never winning an NBA championship.

In September, the Suns’ owner Robert Sarver — who, it must be acknowledged, could credibly pass for a bitter white bigot based on his expression in the linked picture — was fined $10 million and suspended for a full year after an investigation concluded that he’d said a word that rhymes with “chigger” at least five times in public.

For the first 11 years of their existence, the Suns never had a mascot. Then in 1980, a man in a gorilla costume named Henry Rojas delivered a singing telegram to a fan at the arena. People enjoyed his performance. Rojas was asked to stick around. He eventually became “Go” the Gorilla, the team’s official mascot. Rojas has been succeeded by three other humans in primate costumes, the most recent of whom performs startling feats of athletic derring-do with which to amaze and delight the fans. One of the most popular mascots in professional basketball, Phoenix’s gorilla character was one of only three inductees in the 2005 inaugural class of the Mascots Hall of Fame.

Then again, he’s a gorilla. And gorillas are problematic. They didn’t used to be problematic, but then again, hardly anything used to be problematic. But the problematical problem is that gorillas remind people of black people. As we shall soon see, they even remind some black people of black people. And black people are supposed to be insulted, rather than flattered, at being compared to the mighty gorilla. And as I’ve always said, no one ever asks the gorillas how they feel about being compared to black people.

Lamar Odom is a dumb, ugly black dude who played for the Los Angeles Lakers and was once married to plastic-surgery whore Khloe Kardashian. In 2005, he got so hopped-up on a mix of cocaine, alcohol, and a “sexual stimulant” that he went into a coma and was placed on life support for three days in a Las Vegas hospital. It was later determined that he suffered a dozen strokes and six heart attacks while in the coma.

But rather than worrying about why he thought marrying one of the Kardashians was a good idea or whether he should have skipped that night of coke, booze, and Viagra that rendered him the John Fetterman of retired b-ballers, Lamar Odom won’t rest until the Phoenix Suns get rid of their gorilla mascot. On a podcast with some white guy who’s not ashamed to call himself “Bootleg Kev,” the undoubtedly malodorous Odom said, “I feel bad for the Suns fans because they ain’t even gonna get what y’all probably deserve until, probably, until you change the mascot.”

“What does that mean?” asked Bootleg Kev with sudden racial concern. “You don’t like the gorilla? Do you think there’s some racial connotations with the Suns gorilla?”

“Gorillas, in the desert, you can’t find any,” replied the man whose surname rhymes with “scrotum” incredulously, as if Bootleg Kev, and not he, was the victim of multiple strokes. “You could probably find a cactus. . . . In basketball bro, just like, come on. But you know what’s so, really crazy about it? . . . They just tried it because they wanted to get the fans involved, right, and that’s the reason why they kept it, ’cause the fans loved it.”

It’s true that there are no gorillas in the desert, unless you count the players on the Phoenix Suns. But if I can untangle Odom’s twisted cerebral capillaries and decipher what he’s attempting to convey, he’s saying that racist white people hate blacks so much, they’re willing to pay $50 a ticket to laugh at a guy in a gorilla costume and see a team of mostly black players fail to win a championship year after year.

Hmm. If that’s true, it’d be hilarious, and the Phoenix Suns would automatically become my new favorite basketball team.

Stroke or no stroke, the nigga makes sense.

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