VERBATIM POST
** Please Note: This post recounts a story that disturbed me greatly and I don’t intend for ladies or young people to read it. But I do hope Christian men will read and sympathize and pray for me.**
I hope my readers forgive me for starting another post with a vague question. But given its nature and what prompted it, I’m sure no one will mind. Has someone ever confided in you with something — something so terrible — that it makes you sick and occupies your thoughts for days afterwards?
That happened to me recently. It was so demoralizing that, when combined with all the horrible news on TV, pulled me into a depression that I’ve been unable to shake. Maybe you’ve noticed that I haven’t been blogging as much lately? That’s why.
A young lady (who I’ll not identify further) told me about something that happened to her, shaping her psyche in (what seems to be) a permanent way. When she began her story, I wasn’t inclined to believe it, but the more I heard, the more convinced I was that it all happened as she said. Given the brutality in the news, the evil she described is easy to believe. What she told me, if true, is a sign that Hell has come to Earth — in the form of the black savage.
When she was seventeen, she attended a party with her boyfriend. They had a fight, and he left her there. A negro at the party offered her a ride home, but instead, took her to a house where he and his animal compatriots held the poor girl for days. You can imagine what happened during that time.
As maddening as that is, it’s not the part of the story that shook me. There was something worse. The rapist-animals had a sadistic and purely evil logic to their actions. They — by a thorough regimen of humiliation and rape — sought to brainwash the girl into freely giving them her virtue. In their sick minds, repeated rape will eventually turn the white-woman’s sexual appetite and for the rest of her life, she’ll reject healthy relationships with her kin, and seek out negros.
This is an urban-legend among the negros. I’ve heard them talk about it before (though it’s to my shame the beasts who mentioned it still walk the Earth). It even seems to be supported by pseudo-scientific fact. And I don’t know if it is a mixture of the Stockholm Syndrome (where, over time, kidnap victims begin to sympathize with their captors), the coddling and encouragement of miscegenation in pop-culture, and the psychological trauma that often prompts abuse victims to mimic their abusers, but this young girl submitted to their crime.
A young girl with none of the benefits of Christendom, confronted by these monsters, succumbed to them and has been sexually unhealthy ever since. She only dates negros (despite being an attractive girl) and has taken on extreme leftist views that are self-consciously hostile to whites. Her views seem almost like a coping mechanism.
In my interaction with this girl (a woman, now), I’ve told her that becoming a Christian can be an experience that overpowers her tragedy. Honestly, beyond that I don’t know what to say or do. I do know that if there is a God (and we know there is), He will not let this stand. This evil among us cannot continue.
Our elders are being robbed and murdered.
Our children are being burned alive in the streets.
And, our women — the heart of our hearths — are being brutalized and raped.
No Christian white-man with an ounce of blood left in his veins can stand by and allow this to happen — and on that, dear readers, I have set into motion my own plan of action that, for practical reasons, I will never mention again. But, sometimes, the only thing that keeps me going is faith that God has placed each of us in our time and place for a reason.
If the gates of Hell cannot prevail against His Church — and if we lonely few are all that’s left of His church — then imagine the power of our actions. Imagine the angels standing at my back as I type this.
It’s not mass-man and voting that will save us. It’s not the intellectuals. It’s not booze or drugs.
It’ll be the Christian Knights — riding forth holding the banner of Christ, with angels at their backs.
AMEN
ReplyDelete