Racism being an ulcerated ostrich or a crenulated werewolf, perhaps an infected tourniquet or an awkward viper claiming itself as victim, aggressive, mamba-like, shape-shifting, always claiming its goal in terms of savage particulars, in terms of its inalienable right to harass just to sow the gist of savagery in its wake. This is its primal circulation, to shape, to take on all manner of gargantuan possibility, forcing its prey to gnaw on poisoned psychic tablets, so as to broker lynchings and insults in its favor, this being its inevitable praxis, its sustained commitment to itself. Taking its brazen psychic wares from the kinetics of Columbus, its modern essence being seeded in its sinews by Pope Nicholas V in 1452, as he sanctioned theft and slaughter of aboriginal properties via The Doctrine of Discovery provoking a contorted epigenetics stemming from Afro/Indian psychic slaughter with its attendant neural degradation, being in the end, an attack against the very nature of the soul. By its own making it has created an anemic cellular warren, say, a tempest of crippled spiders. The latter, akin to the palpable prevarications of a large array of Egyptologists, who gathered their scholarly wares so as to contort aboriginal thought with insidious ruses, with tortuous racial definitives, so what now combusts in the present is a slow moving venom committed to the law of untruth. This untruth continuously surfaces via symptoms such as suicidal shootings, self-inflicted social injury, capacious verbal slander, presently leaning toward threat of species annihilation.
Euro-America having devolved to a hypno-psychic confine that now finds itself in the throes of site specific psycho-social erosion, in the protracted throes of untreated moral degeneration so that there exists conscious delay in treating its massive interior decay, never acknowledging its ghosts of coiled serpents rushing into the sea of retro-causal memory. Now it allows venture into alien locales that cannot save it. Olympus Mons on Mars and Ishtar Terra on Venus are but double demarcations, are but momentary dartings in this direction worsening its attempt to skillfully escape its own making. Therefore attempts to carry on Aryan racial claims within untoward corners of the cosmos is not unlike witnessing a patient delirious with distraction seeking to escape his own self-inflicted infection. This being nothing other than error self-compounded into fractions that themselves poisonously re-compound into particles that reverse and re-inflict their original perpetrator.
For the practical psyche, praxis always occurs by placing matter over magic, always detritus over grandeur, with detritus being hailed as the most measurable equation. This being analogous to indications collected from the Hadron Collider providing circumstantial certification of matter, thus condoning the implication that creation is an abandoned settlement circuitously formed and shaped from impalpable Aryan rubble. This being none other than the travesty of our aboriginal realia, none other than skillfully wrought manipulation. Thus, our isolate staggering, our stumbling over dross, with our attempt at present only to survive via auspiciously placed oligarchs, made visible via enclaves of general disrepute such as Hungary and the present Soviets. Such maneuvering fails to avail itself of itself by rendering its targeted victims via the moniker of pests making physical extermination of these so deemed pests logically irrefutable.
The Trail of Tears, The Middle Passage, The Gaza Strip, extra-judicial murder in Manila, all committed to the Aryan sensibility of power and remains in essence the perpetrator’s code made necessitous via laws of density and conflict. This being none other than a dark bandera that issues itself as carnivorous allegiance, to primal subjugation. This is not unlike a sun sinking into itself, so much so that its rays congest, and turn around in themselves and implode. This being a realia of barren actuality, of stark inclement desperation reacting to an embedded code of bitterness. A bitterness never quite certain of its morality to command, therefore it launches into a blinding arc that places itself at the core of things authored. Therefore it remains a condemned re-calculation, a gerrymandered inferno, where its precious offspring is commanded to further extend conflict. Of course, a puzzling conundrum arises, one concerning cosmic infinity and its wastes, and the other being beings on this planet who have issued from these infinite wastes. This is a surrounding factor that no issue of violence or defamation can resolve. Power is thus trapped on this Earth, on this reductive blue fragment spinning in the void, located on the Orion Spur 3/4 out from the mean of the Milky Way with no organic means of issuing physical escape. With this in mind, European representation of higher thought has given in to racial corrosion, say, as regards Hegel, or Kant, or Cuvier. This has resulted in a coiling ignominious neural weakening that continues to blaze with self-inflicted moral deafness so as to allow a whole culture to lie to itself, so as to plot a studied flamboyance in attempt to sully reality itself, all the while creating subterfuge after subterfuge in order to brandish a compromised superiority. Therefore this latter indignity enunciates all the inescapable symptoms of a psychic cul-de-sac.
This amounts to none other than internal confusion that burns and assaults and incriminates its own position in order to insulate itself from the constant duress it now faces. Always trying to self-convince itself by means of repetitive glossological degradation. At best, it is nothing other than a general moral darkness, at its lower register fueled by a suicidal incantation without the capability to evolve its own motion. So it attempts to drown memory by what I consider to be monotonous daily activation, creating munitions emergencies, charging up unwieldy mountain slopes as claimed property. So it creates its definitive motives through grainy optical studies, where its oily definitive ceases to replicate organic memory. Instead, it creates a tortuous optical gloss thereby creating “…a roundabout way to establish a White, Mediterranean” say, “for” the “origin of ” Egyptian Civilization.” Let us take the largest slave rebellion in the Americas sans Haiti. Albert Thrasher’s account of the 1811 Louisiana slave revolt (“On to New Orleans”) which is hardly given note in the chronicles. By attempting to forestall historical realia it uses an action of silence to distort and forget its own menace as it psychically sailed around a horizon as endless attempt to address its own crimes. Not only being morally inept, but sailing into a dangerous uncouthness not unlike Columbus seeking to unlock the void. To carry its cargo intact to Saturn remains an idealism naturally failed in itself, and this psycho/physical outcome not unlike piling clots in its psyche. Parts of its system now fail to respirate so that sum of its parts have become desperate for oxygen. Because of this general desperation its Nordic talons are crumbling pestered by advanced decay. This remains the current summation of things, the cowardice of looking into the future of its retrocausal brochure, which indicated a mean official average of 50 lynchings per year between 1920 and 1924. This has been and continues to be violent response to its palpable genetic depletion. The latter amounting to invisible vulnerability, to a constantly appearing scenario that portends partial disappearance to such a degree that policy makers when not altered by fear acknowledge the clear sighted circumstance of Afro-Asiatic psychic predominance in the times that issues from all times to come. This then inspires the inflexible equation of untrammeled munitions paired with psychic denigrations so as to attempt to respond to a circumstance far beyond the kin of material response. Therefore it is a tortured immediacy straining every second of everyday to keep its pyres lit by piling up kindling to feed its rabid proclamations.
Decline exists as nothing but decline. As for its odor of gunshots and vapor, it is a scent now narrowly and intensely focused not only in terms of its American basics, but in terms of its general planetary scandal that continues to persist inside the complexity of its scattered acolytes. Say, most notably, those souls in West Africa who have been subsumed by an inoperable albino image made out to be to be the sole depiction of God. I contend that it creates chronic neurological confusion, that sullies one’s inner cartography via a faded psycho-biological arrogance that can no longer clarify the dynamic power of the living spirit.
True, there will exist protracted defense of Euro-planetary might right up to the brink of collective collapse. Yet, it seems the future of life will continue to writhe and dissolve, and re-arise from its Afro-Asiatic homing ground that seems to be not only a susurrant pattern, but a pattern set to gain neural dominance of our protracted human habitation on Earth.