Brands Collude To Silence Dissent

Did you know that Albrecht is related to “Albright”? Of
course not with the notorious Jewish name bearer “Ma-
delein”, who has (at least) hundreds of thousands of
dead on her conscience, because she only appropriated
this name in the usual way to deceive the stupid environ-
ment. Incidentally, the corrupt, power-obsessed Kalergi
witch von der Leyen also comes from an Albrecht family.
https://www.behindthename.com/name/albrecht

The well-meaning author is getting something
mixed up: German names do not arise from Eng-
lish names, but the other way around, if at all.
https://www.last-names.net/lastname/albright/

You are right to mock Trump, but he is still better than Biden. Maybe he’s learned something from all the mistakes in his first term. Regardless, I hope (by some miracle) that Trump gets a second term. It would really piss off the usual suspects.

The lawfare against Trump has been huge. It’s all part of the Jewish campaign against Trump. And yet he remains not just pro-Israel, but fanatically so. The lesson here is that if you’re loyal to Jews, they will repay you with treachery. That is the cause of Britain and America’s decline. Their absurd philo-semitism did them no good, and has backfired against them. Better if they had been Jew-wise.

“The Great Gig In The Sky”: Pink Floyd’s only song “sung” by a woman (named Clare Torry), what a hideous yowl. Of course, women must love this, they recognize the “eternal feminine” in it, as Goethe called it. Women instinctively identify with their female peers. For them, the world is “a world full of sisters”. Probably one of the best-selling albums in “popular” music history. Ms. Torry can certainly make a decent living from her yowling left behind on vinyl, but claims the bad boys of Pink Floyd cheated her out of her fair “creative” share and has taken legal action.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5U7yb43xgM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWZ4ymOvflM

Ms. Torry also sings on Eberhard Schoener’s album “Event” (1980), one of the first albums to use the Fairlight CMI, which hardly anyone could afford at the time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfqF_snYFSo

A few days ago, we had an almost unbearable plague of mosquitoes due to the heavy rainfall beforehand, until I finally got myself together to equip myself with chemical antidotes and the evil was brought to an abrupt end. As I found out when I read up on it, it’s only the female mosquitoes that bite and suck your blood to feed their brood. They inject a kind of irritant poison into your skin, which makes it swell, and they also transmit diseases.

Although I can say anything but that I like Jews (how could I), my treatment of them is comparable to my treatment of women. Apart from a few absolute exceptions, such as Jeffrey Sachs, who is probably genetically far more European than “Jewish”, there is nothing aesthetically pleasing or likable about Jews. And it is also no coincidence that Jews have traditionally instrumentalized the easily influenceable and controllable women of the Goyim for their purposes. Women tend towards “progressive”, i.e. left-wing parties that undermine society with their Marxist-feminist ideas and drive men out of their positions of power as guarantors and factors of stability.

I think a healthy dose of contempt for women is right, healthy and normal. But of course you have to put forward well-founded arguments and not just crude hatred. Incidentally, women do this in the opposite way with men, who they ultimately consider to be their dorky servants and remote-controlled underpants. Women consider men to be incapable of ruling over themselves, they consider them to be their possessions, objects that can be exchanged or lent out. In this respect, women’s relationship to men is fundamentally materialistic, calculated purely from considerations of utility.

The really unbearable thing about women is that they are so unspeakably stupid. Stupid not in the sense of emotion, but of logic. If only they could just keep their stupid mouths shut more often instead of constantly getting on our nerves like menaces. In order to “understand” women, you have to transform yourself into a woman, so to speak, to take on their role, as homosexuals do in a psychopathic way. I reject this attitude. Men are not born to understand women, they simply cannot do so without becoming women themselves, i.e. without utilizing their x-chromosomal endowments exclusively.

And so our relationships with women are inevitably characterized by tensions, disputes and conflicts that are ultimately based on our loss of autonomy, which is more sensed than realized, or on the often helpless attempt to regain this autonomy and break the power that women exert over us through sexuality. Therefore, in the interest of one’s own soul, one should not even enter into such a dependency in which a man ends up losing so much dignity that he begs the woman for love. Then he really has lost everything, the woman, her supposed “love”, and himself.

Women are a minus, which means they always take something away from us, they practically “suck” us in. A “pretty” woman creates sexual greed in men, like sweets for children, she screams wordlessly for attention: “Stick to me! Look at me! Fixate on me! Admire me! Fall for me! Worship me! Kneel down, carry me on your hands!” As soon as you approach them, we take on a paternalistic, incomprehensibly indulgent role of a kinda caretaker. “Love” makes you blind. It is not without reason that one “falls” in love. Falling in love is a losing battle at the expense of one’s own soul and independence.

The romanticized “love” that has been presented as the ideal in our Western hemisphere for centuries is ultimately the devil himself. Something of us always remains in women, not only physically but also emotionally. They rob our souls, rob us of our sanity, they are soul thieves, energy and resources robbers, psycho vampires, gold diggers. It is the same with the consumption of drugs, which massage our emotional reward center by bypassing our cognition, which is why addiction develops after temporary satiation, you always want more, more often, again and again. As a junkie, you’re willing to give up and pay anything to get that feeling back, or better, just to ease the pain of “withdrawal”.

You look in the mirror and, like a lapdog, wear a collar around your neck with your name on it. You are prepared to listen to or indulgently ignore incomprehensible nonsense every day, to watch idiotic soap operas on television, to receive boring visitors who are their delight, you are prepared to spend hours on end with the woman who generates “good feelings” in you through sexual gratification for a few minutes a few times a week on her shopping spree.

Is it all really worth it when the most valuable thing is your precious, ever faster dwindling life time? At some point I realized that it never was, not from the beginning. Unfortunately, I wasn’t equipped with the knowledge to avoid this as much as possible in the past, because nobody teaches you this nowadays and you only understand it through painful experiences. But like an abstinent alcoholic, we remain lifelong addicts who fall back into our old, decades-long “practiced” typical addiction pattern at the first drop.

The next diva comes along the way, a honey trap on two legs, and ensnares and bewitches you. We have firmly resolved to do everything differently this time. But the temptation to want to upgrade ourselves through external instances in order to suddenly feel “decades younger” is hard to resist for untrained souls with a weak character. And the black widow, the femme fatale, has already lured her next victim into her spider’s web and enclosed her in a cocoon from which she now draws her nourishment.