Thursday, 30 November 2017

Roaming Millennial's "People of Color: You Are Not Oppressed (Video)

An excellent fact filled video by Shaun regarding race, crime, and oppression.

If you've ever heard someone claim that PoC are not oppressed, or the nice Race Realist talking-point that "black people are inherently criminal", glue them to a chair and make them watch this.

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

Everything you hate is a Nazi!!

So, I recently got this reply from @RydakArms on Twitter:

According to this person, everything I don't like is a Nazi. EVERYTHING!

I don't like brussel sprouts, so that must mean brussle sprouts are Nazi's, right?


NoBullshit is full of Shit

This video by Destiny is absolutely hilarious, and exposes NoBullshit for the steaming pile of shit he is.


If anyone is wondering who NoBullshit is, this is him asleep at Vidcon 2017.

Sunday, 29 October 2017

Schrödinger’s Black Rapist - What happens when you replace men with "black person"?

The original essay, Schrödinger’s Rapist, was written by Kate Harding in 2009 to illustrate how men pose a constant threat to women. 

Many feminists think that it is an accurate or acceptable way of seeing men in general, but how acceptable or accurate is it when you replace men with "black person"? Is it still ok to generalize and reduce a whole group of people down to some of it's worst actors? 

I present to you Schrödinger’s Black Rapist. 

Please let me know if this is still acceptable or accurate, and if not, why was it acceptable or accurate when men as a whole group were being held suspect?


Black Folk. Thank you for reading.

Let me start out by assuring you that I understand you, black person, are a good sort of person. You are kind to children and animals. You respect the elderly. You donate to charity. You tell jokes without laughing at your own punchlines.

You, black person, respect women. You like women. In fact, you would really like to have a mutually respectful and loving sexual relationship with a woman.

Unfortunately, you, black person, don’t yet know that woman—she isn’t working with you, nor have you been introduced through mutual friends or drawn to the same activities. So you must look further afield to encounter her.

So far, so good. Miss LonelyHearts, your humble instructor, approves. Human connection, love, romance: there is nothing wrong with these yearnings.

Now, you, black person, want to become acquainted with a woman you see in public. The first thing you need to understand is that women are dealing with a set of challenges and concerns that are strange to you, a black person. To begin with, we would rather not be killed or otherwise violently assaulted.

But wait! I don’t want that, either!”

Well, no. But do you, black person, think about it all the time? Is preventing violent assault or murder part of your daily routine, rather than merely something you do when you venture into war zones? Because, for women, it is.

When I go on a date, I always leave the black person's full name and contact information written next to my computer monitor. This is so the cops can find my body if I go missing. My best friend will call or e-mail me the next morning, and I must answer that call or e-mail before noon-ish, or she begins to worry. If she doesn’t hear from me by three or so, she’ll call the police.

My activities after dark are curtailed. Unless I am in a densely-occupied, well-lit space, I won’t go out alone. Even then, I prefer to have a friend or two, or my dogs, with me. Do you, black person, follow rules like these?

So when you, a stranger, a black person, approach me, I have to ask myself: Will this black person rape me?

Do you think I’m overreacting? One in every six American women will be sexually assaulted in her lifetime.

I bet you, black person, don’t think you know any rapists, but consider the sheer number of rapes that must occur. These rapes are not all committed by Phillip Garrido, Brian David Mitchell, or other members of the Brotherhood of Scary Hair and Homemade Religion.

While you, black person, may assume that none of the black people you know are rapists, I can assure you that at least one is.

Consider: if every rapist commits an average of ten rapes (a horrifying number, isn’t it?) then the concentration of rapists in the population is still a little over one in sixty. That means four in my graduating class in high school. One among my coworkers. One in the subway car at rush hour. Eleven who work out at my gym. How do I know that you,black person, the nice black person who wants nothing more than companionship and True Love, are not this rapist?

I don’t.

When you, black person, approach me in public, you are Schrödinger’s Rapist. You may or may not be a black person who would commit rape. I won’t know for sure unless you start sexually assaulting me. I can’t see inside your head, and I don’t know your intentions. If you expect me to trust you—to accept you at face value as a nice sort of black person—you are not only failing to respect my reasonable caution, you, black person, are being cavalier about my personal safety.

Fortunately, you’re a good black person. We’ve already established that. Now that you’re aware that there’s a problem, you are going to go out of your way to fix it, and to make the women with whom you interact feel as safe as possible.

To begin with, you, black person, must accept that I set my own risk tolerance. When you, black person, approach me, I will begin to evaluate the possibility you will do me harm. That possibility is never 0%. For some women, particularly women who have been victims of violent assaults, any level of risk is unacceptable. Those women do not want to be approached, no matter how nice you are or how much you’d like to date them. Okay? That’s their right. Don’t get pissy about it. Women are under no obligation to hear the sales pitch before deciding they are not in the market to buy.

The second important point: you, black person, must be aware of what signals you are sending by your appearance and the environment. We are going to be paying close attention to your appearance, black person, and your behavior and matching those signs to our idea of a threat.

This means that some black people should never approach strange women in public. Specifically, if you, black person, have truly unusual standards of personal cleanliness, if you are the prophet of your own religion, or if you have tattoos of gang symbols or Technicolor cockroaches all over your face and neck, you, black person, are just never going to get a good response approaching a woman cold.

That doesn’t mean you’re doomed to a life of solitude, but I suggest you, black person, start with internet dating, where you can put your unusual traits out there and find a woman who will appreciate them.

Are you, black person, wearing a tee-shirt making a rape joke? NOT A GOOD CHOICE—not in general, and definitely not when approaching a strange woman.

Pay attention to the environment. Look around. Are you, black person, in a dark alley? Then probably you ought not approach a woman and try to strike up a conversation. The same applies if you, black person, are alone with a woman in most public places. If the public place is a closed area (a subway car, an elevator, a bus), even a crowded one, you, black person, may not realize that the woman’s ability to flee in case of threat is limited.

Ask yourself, black person, “If I were dangerous, would this woman be safe in this space with me?” If the answer is no, then it isn’t appropriate to approach her.

On the other hand, if you, black person, are both at church accompanied by your mothers, who are lifelong best friends, the woman is as close as it comes to safe. That is to say, still not 100% safe. But the odds are pretty good.

The third point: Women are communicating all the time. Learn to understand and respect women’s communication to you.

You, black person, want to say Hi to the cute girl on the subway. How will she react? Fortunately, I can tell you with some certainty, because she’s already sending messages to you. Looking out the window, reading a book, working on a computer, arms folded across chest, body away from you = do not disturb. So, y’know, black person, don’t disturb her. Really. Even to say that you like her hair, shoes, or book. A compliment is not always a reason for women to smile and say thank you. You, black person, are a threat, remember? You are Schrödinger’s Rapist.

Don’t assume that whatever you have to say will win her over with charm or flattery. Believe what she’s signaling, and back off.

If you, black person, speak, and she responds in a monosyllabic way without looking at you, she’s saying, “I don’t want to be rude, but please leave me alone.” You don’t know why. It could be “Please leave me alone because I am trying to memorize Beowulf.” It could be “Please leave me alone because you are a scary, scary black person with breath like a water buffalo.” It could be “Please leave me alone because I am planning my assassination of a major geopolitical figure and I will have to kill you if you are able to recognize me and blow my cover.”

On the other hand, if she is turned towards you, making eye contact, and she responds in a friendly and talkative manner when you speak to her, you, black person, are getting a green light. You can continue the conversation until you start getting signals to back off.

The fourth point: If you, black person, fail to respect what women say, you label yourself a problem.

There’s a black person with whom I went out on a single date—afternoon coffee, for one hour by the clock—on July 25th. In the two days after the date, that black person sent me about fifteen e-mails, scolding me for non-responsiveness. I e-mailed that black person back, saying, “Look, this is a disproportionate response to a single date. You are making me uncomfortable. Do not contact me again.” It is now October 7th. Does that black person still e-mail?

Yeah. About every two weeks.

This black person scores higher on the threat level scale than Black Person with the Cockroach Tattoos. (Who, after all, is guilty of nothing more than terrifying bad taste.) You see, Black Person E-mail has made it clear that they ignore what I say when he wants something from me.

Now, I don’t know if that black person is an actual rapist, and I sincerely hope they are not. But that black person is certainly Schrödinger’s Rapist, and this particular Schrödinger’s Rapist has a probability ratio greater than one in sixty. Because a black person who ignores a woman’s NO in a non-sexual setting is more likely to ignore NO in a sexual setting, as well.

So if you, black person, speak to a woman who is otherwise occupied, you’re sending a subtle message. It is that your desire, black person, to interact trumps her right to be left alone. If you pursue a conversation when she’s tried to cut it off, you, black person, send a message. It is that your desire to speak trumps her right to be left alone. And each of those messages indicates that you, black person, believe your desires are a legitimate reason to override her rights.

For women, who are watching you, black person, very closely to determine how much of a threat you are, this is an important piece of data.

The fifth and last point: Don’t rape. Nor should you, as a black person, commit these similar but less severe offenses: don’t assault. Don’t grope. Don’t constrain. Don’t brandish. Don’t expose yourself. Don’t threaten with physical violence. Don’t threaten with sexual violence.

Shouldn’t this go without saying? Of course it should. Sadly, that’s not the world I live in. You, black person, may be beginning to realize that it’s not the world you live in, either.

Friday, 3 March 2017

The Bearing Trolls are Still Trying... And Still Failing

So recently it has been brought to my attention that Bearings little trolls are still trying desperately to find more "dirt" on me, which is both absolutely hilarious, and quite sad. Don't they have anything in their lives that is more important than spending hours online creating conspiracy theories about me?

Of course not...

So what they found was this:

OMG!! It's a conspiracy man!! I wrote a blog post and then made a new account the very next day!!

Except it wasn't a new account dumbasses.

What happened was I deleted my primary account and then immediately realized that if I did that I also lost my Gmail account etc... OOPS! I'm not exactly familiar with how all this Google integrated shit works. So I immediately restored my account so I wouldn't lose my gmail, which is my primary email used for just about everything. Losing that would have been a pain in the ass.

And guess what? When you restore an account it puts the date of the RESTORATION as the "Joined' date on YouTube. Imagine that?

I then changed the name to "Just Me" on the 21st because I was still getting hate through that account. And then 6 hours ago I decided to change the name to "Just Me TWBB" because I am thinking about maybe starting to make videos again soon. Why? Because I miss it and, fuck you! That's why.

MY GOD!! She is plotting to... Um... Something... Ya...

So to all the lonely trolls online searching for anything about me to create ridiculous conspiracy theories around, get a fucking life. Seriously! Go fuck a rubber doll, whack off, or eat another bag of Cheetos. Anything! Is your life that empty and devoid of any actual meaning that this is what you do with your copious amounts of spare time? Of course it is. God forbid you losers should ever do something that doesn't entail digging up anything you can on people you know nothing about just to score "KEKs" with other losers that do the same thing. How pathetic is that? Let me tell you... It's pretty fucking pathetic, which is why you guys are losers and no one, other than other losers like you, will ever take you seriously.

Enjoy! :D