I vowed over Facebook to be more Racist, more Sexist, more Anti-Homo.
I cannot say it has made anything any better. Aside from not feeling well for some of the things I have stated, I struggle with a strange reality. If I am more assertive, more racist, people of other identities appear 'nicer' to my person. If I absolutely dismiss any idea of being 'racist' then I either become a victim of anti-white racism, or life throws me other reasons as to why such a stance self-defeating.
When I was young this area was 95% plus White. In fact, it was so White that a person could beginning arguing which Whites were actually White and which ones were not. My friend claims that Ukraine is 99% White. That is her opinion. I accept it as her reality, her statement. I wonder if that is why Ukraine is attacked at times. It is too homogeneous in a World that wants to genocide White Identity.
I wanted to write an all encompassing post here, but I probably want to cover too much ground. I have been feeling bad for venting off on the Mayor of Port Moody's Facebook page, and then attempting to redirect that energy onto the Attorney General of British Columbia's Facebook page. Then I think about the Asians, Blacks and Indians involved in my files. Other people and their own bias / difference.
Other Races, Cultures, Heritages, Values. Other Motivations. Other Gene-sets. Other thought processes. Completely cucked and feminized police taking their direction from such. I wish I could write this properly, but my Ukrainian pen-pal was right. All these people never had Family like mine. I cannot envision any of them coming from such a similar background.
In 1891 my Grandfather was born. His first born 1920.
I come from an Old Family that lived off the land very naturally. The Silent Generation. Old School. People that were far more in tune with the Natural Order of things than your modern day product of bureaucracy and broken families. Even at my upbringing, it takes a certain kind of person to embrace and idealize what is important to this whole dynamic in terms of Family, Nobility, Righteousness.
Even among my siblings who have had the same upbringing, do not all think like I do. In fact, I might the only one who "loves his father" so to speak. Others choosing to sell themselves short by lusting after money or social approval from others that really at the end of the day do not matter in the bigger of things. I wish I could write this properly, but it will take too much to do so here.
At the end of the day, I shouldn't feel bad for venting off on said pages. I am the one that has been completely failed. This, rather than the inverse. I am the victim everyone has jumped on, abused, scape-goated, etc. I am the one that has been denied what was sensible, right and just. I should re-iterate that I am thankful the "System" seems to have ground to halt.
I should express that I am thankful for at least the fact that they have stopped attacking my person. Now if I could only pull myself together and hold myself there long enough to re-find the wiser parts of my idealistic youth and determine the best direction for whatever is left in my life and this overall situation. Of course, I will perpetually fall off track to World events like Russia / Ukraine.
I would probably be best to stay off Social Media and concentrate here on myself, but it's all the same perhaps. Ancestry. Homelands. The Spirit of things. This girl always reminds me of Uncle Alexander. Perhaps that's due to his from Galicia to Crimea marriage. I am not sure, but I sure like her in this song. It's her best yet from what I have seen.