B. Lorenzo Buckinchere
Jul 14, 2024
And make America great again while you are at it. Or perhaps not! But whatever you do, never dare re-elect the old geezer, along with that damn woman to the highest office in the land. They are not your friends.
I thought they were for the longest. I also thought that all people with conservative values were inherently racist. That was the lie that was consistently fed to us by my derelict Jamaican ex-relatives from Brooklyn.
They were nothing more than a bunch of deadbeats pushing their feminist agendas, and a bunch of derelict male simps who turned against me to support the females in the family for fear of being ostracized themselves. Have I mentioned once before that the rat race begins at home?
I had openly supported Senator John McCain over Obama in 2008, right up until the end of summer. I was stuck living with my enemies, and was having difficulty finding my first decent job in America.
Then one fateful evening, I heard Hillary Clinton on the radio. While speaking in support of Obama, she said of McCain; “What does he know about poverty? He was born with a gold spoon in his mouth.” At that moment, they had me sold.
If I had any form of sustainable income at the time, I would have continued supporting McCain, whether or not I was wealthy. But I thought that voting democrat would provide more jobs and social services for people in need, especially immigrants.
And I wasn’t wrong, but for who exactly? Not for actual people in need. Only for entitled deadbeats who envy their own kind, yet want to make up excuses and blame the racist white man every day of the fucking week.
It is a pity they don’t realize, same as I didn’t at first, that it is not up to any president on either side to save us, but for us to save ourselves. At the end of the day, both democrats and republicans are two wings on the same damn bird.
Regardless of who is in office at any given time, I awake each morning knowing that I am King of the Buckinchere dynasty, a fact that will remain until my last breath.
I only care about making sure that I do my part to provide the life I want for myself. To put the power in any man’s hand to provide for you is to make him your god.
Because the moment you owe him, he owns you. That is a form of idolatry. Even if you don’t believe in God, no mere mortal is deserving that level of idolatry. Save it for your damn self.
My deadbeat ex-relatives were indoctrinating us young people at the time to idolize our pastors and politicians. Because us practicing self-sufficiency was too scary of a thought for the insecure ego maniacs to stomach.
They tried to change me into someone I am not by blacklisting me from gaining sustainable employment until I supported their party of choice. I only gained employment once they felt I was ready for the rat race on their terms, 2 years after I first arrived in the country.
Of course, being ready for the rat race on their terms meant envying everyone else in society. It also meant feeling like they are somehow above me, and that I will never be good enough.
This tactic was necessary in ensuring that I would do everything within my power to prove them wrong, only for them to act like they don’t care once I actually proved them wrong. Only seek to make sure that you are comfortable in life. If you seek the validation of others, you will never win.
The more I navigated the rat race, the more I realized that my ex-relatives only mirrored the wider society. The rat race is full of immigrants, feminists, and homosexuals, who delight in emasculating men with strong chauvinistic values. They might have changed my mind, but they never changed my heart. And through it all, I never lost my chauvinist ideals, they only became stronger.
I realize that melting pots are not meant for me long term, unless I want to risk ending up in jail. Most melting pots are situated in blue states. It is rare you would find one of them in the deep south.
If you have any patriarchal chauvinist values, however small they may be, move to a red state. The deadbeat feminists, and the male simps in your families, at your jobs, and within the wider society hate you, and will stop at nothing until they are satisfied that you are completely and utterly decimated.
Many black people are rather apprehensive about moving to a red state, because they fear encountering racism there. But the rat bastards in the rat race don’t like you either.
So ask yourself whether you would rather face open racism, or hidden envy disguised as friendship. Not only that, but you may find that you earn respect from all races of men when you support patriarchal causes.
They say that what you don’t know can’t hurt you. But which one actually has the power to hurt you more? Pick your poison, and pick it well. But whatever you choose, it must be a personal decision.