Aww, Fuck It, I Need to Post!
Provoking a RESPONSE from LinkedIn's Virtue Signaling Twats! "A Generation Lost in Space."
Oh, and there we were all in one place, A generation lost in space With no time left to start again. So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick! Jack flash sat on a candlestick Cause fire is the devil's only friend.
Since I committed myself to “My Last Post” here, possibly 2-3 days ago, I have been dropping truth bombs on LinkedIn to assuage my anger, reminding those faggots the shots they took are killing them, Wiley recalled 11,300 “peer reviewed” “trust the science” bullshit articles, they all believed, DEI is a jewish, anti-White plot, and that putting flags of jewkraine and Israel on their profiles merely brands them as vapid, science loving twats.
My PURPOSEFULLY inflammatory posts are NEVER liked, but I can see the analytics. I have become an adjuvant, on those jew led shitholes liked LinkedIn. Those cucked, wealthy, fat, impotent, White Faggots are reading me. I can track who “views my profile.” Couple good guys I worked with in Germany, as I launched products there. Sure, all of these people lacks the balls and convictions to agree, disagree, extend or even debate my comments. They know they can’t. And, they know me, in the real world, as I launched seriously successful products, for 30 years with them.
Even noted in the most recent post, that I am on “lists.” Leftist, “do not hire lists.” I strongly indicated, which beak nosed Tribe was responsible. Can’t mention them, but can mention Sayonim, Talpiot, Unit 8200. Not many connections left on LinkedIn, but still a few CEOs. They have not all blocked me, or un-followed. There is a vestigial remnant of the White Race, that is preparing itself for battle.
My Father was very proud of this song, and of Mr. Donald McLean III. My dad did not have a veritable recording studio in his study for nothing. Dad, well aware of Monarchs and PsyOps, played this for me on monstrously big Beveridge prototype electrostatics (delivered by my Dad’s friends from a then small Sony Electronics, long story!).
“Son, this is a very long song, most Americans can only absorb 2 minute hits, and American Pie has such a subtle narrative. It is a counter-point, to the rock and roll drivel currently being rolled out, and amplified by The Company’s sway over radio stations, and top DJs.” Hey, I was young, but I knew what culture war Dad was referencing. My best friend, in the very early 70’s, had a “hippie” sister, who had begun to smoke funny cigarettes, and get fat. She was “The Whore of Gruene, Texas.”
“AC, glad you are back, but I gotta ask, what the fuck point are you even attempting to make?” Good question. I have my moments where I see our White Army charging over a hill, about to be cut to shreds by jews and their ZogBot Armies, but we are Legion, and they are paper tigers. I can see the battlefield, many more of Our Volk dead, but ALL of theirs gone. I am just a spirit, hovering over this battlefield, with a smile, wider than any I ever had on Earth. But, building this army, out of the denatured and circumcised White Race will take decades. In the interim, we can still poke and provoke The Beast. The Beast is winning, but it is tired. It ran too far, too fast. And, is a bit exposed. In Gaza. In Tel Aviv, NYC, London and Paris. The Nose, a bit too prominent.
We are a ragtag, poorly equipped, dissident army with no leaders, no direction home. Like a Rolling, White Stone. BUT, we have a ton of mass. And intellect. And if we resist jew World with more alacrity, that Army will form. I might be gone by then. But I promise to smile, from wherever the Soul is sent. Hail Victory. Fuck the jews. \o
Just met a young man of German descent here in Alaska on vacation. Maybe 25 26 and about to be a dad. We had a great talk about history until I said the holocaust was a Jewish psy-op and he needed to study Irving and Tobin. That was the end of our discussion he had to go. What an incredible brainwash job the tribe has done on us!
I often think of myself on the battle field too. It puts a smile on my face.