The Secret Life
I sat in a vice-principals office today and made some observations.The vice-principal, like most straight white males, learnt early to keep silent about what he thinks. He is living the secret life.
The VP learnt as a lad to keep silent about what he thinks. Political correctness told him to question authority, and he does now, but in silence, or with trusted others. He told me, with a laugh, of his first encounter with the secret life: he was fourteen and visiting Yonge Street in Toronto for the first time. That evening, he saw his first First Nations person: a drunk, sprawled out at College and Yonge. Years of careful indoctrination were shattered ... the only drunken Indians he knew about were lying sterotypes created by the racist white patriarchy.
As he progressed in life, the VP soon learnt to conceal his Catholic faith. He just does not talk about it, just does not draw attention to it. Although Catholicism is the majority religion in Canada, shrill leftists (especially at work) pour scorn on his faith with a venom that used to be reserved for wife-beaters, paedophiles, or sodomizers of goats. So, the VP keeps his lips zipped. He also put his children into a private school. He likes private schools ... he thinks that the public system is broken. He lives in a society that enforces toleratation of female genital mutilation, divorce by arson, and illegal immigration to get votes. He does not like it, and votes with his feet and wallet. He is living a secret life.
In Toronto, at least a third of the population in any given riding vote Conservative. They just do not put up signs, or have outward displays of party affiliation. They live in multi-cultural Toronto, where open displays of non-Bolshevik opinion can get your tires slashed or a dog turd in your mail box. All in all, one of the great products of political correctness is this culture of secrecy among the right. While the Bolsheviks are shrill and hysterical, there are those in the room that smile and nod but think otherwise. They have stepped over the non-existant drunken indian one too many times, they have seen too many non-existant welfare Baby Mommas, and have read too many logical flaws in the logic of Global Warming. But, they are silent, and they identify each other with secret signs.
The vice-principal is professional enough to not let me actually look through his files, but with a shrug and a wink he communicates the impossible fact that, indeed, the crime problem in his school could be solved in a single night raid. The criminals in his school can be profiled by race and culture. The two girls in his school with psychological issues related to female genital mutilation could be profiled, too. Indeed, the girls who have had abortions do indeed suffer emotional harm because of their abortions, that children need two parents in their home to grow up normal, and that learning to use a firearm makes you a responsible person. These are not the comfortable realities of the authorities, and questioning authority gets you a failing grade, a demotion, or a false rape charge.
Across the money generating plantation of Scarborough, tens of thousands of white people gather to earn pay cheques, accrue benefits, and harvest pensionable hours. Declining enrolment is solved with open-doors third world immigration. And, as the non-English speaking, non-skilled, and non-healthy flood in, they generate a golden harvest of jobs for teachers, teaching assistants, hall way monitors, social workers, public service workers, and union maintenance workers. Look around the halls of the temple of political correctness, and you see white people getting pay cheques, and then you see the dusky serfs who make it all possible.
The Left should be in arms about this, but they sold out for a pension and a farm in Muskoka. And now, in the darkness, those of the majority who live the secret life are waking up and starting to learn to whisper to each other, as the Jacobins did to unseat the Bourbon tyrants, or the Orangemen to unseat the cruel House of Stuart. This internet is the printing press of our time. And to political correctness it will do what the printing press did to Tetzel * . Those leading the secret life are now learning to communicate with each other, to co-operate, to join forces, and to infiltrate and subvert. Infact, Bolshevik tactics are just fine for those leading the Secret life. And if the Chardonay Trotskyites of Political Correctness actually knew (or understood) what the Stalinist Vice-Principal was plotting, doing, and activating, they would be ... upset. But then again, activists are just whores for money, pension, and soft jobs, who have the coarse social skills of the whores they are. Oh well.
I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this at both DustMyBroom and Mitchieville.
The VP learnt as a lad to keep silent about what he thinks. Political correctness told him to question authority, and he does now, but in silence, or with trusted others. He told me, with a laugh, of his first encounter with the secret life: he was fourteen and visiting Yonge Street in Toronto for the first time. That evening, he saw his first First Nations person: a drunk, sprawled out at College and Yonge. Years of careful indoctrination were shattered ... the only drunken Indians he knew about were lying sterotypes created by the racist white patriarchy.
As he progressed in life, the VP soon learnt to conceal his Catholic faith. He just does not talk about it, just does not draw attention to it. Although Catholicism is the majority religion in Canada, shrill leftists (especially at work) pour scorn on his faith with a venom that used to be reserved for wife-beaters, paedophiles, or sodomizers of goats. So, the VP keeps his lips zipped. He also put his children into a private school. He likes private schools ... he thinks that the public system is broken. He lives in a society that enforces toleratation of female genital mutilation, divorce by arson, and illegal immigration to get votes. He does not like it, and votes with his feet and wallet. He is living a secret life.
In Toronto, at least a third of the population in any given riding vote Conservative. They just do not put up signs, or have outward displays of party affiliation. They live in multi-cultural Toronto, where open displays of non-Bolshevik opinion can get your tires slashed or a dog turd in your mail box. All in all, one of the great products of political correctness is this culture of secrecy among the right. While the Bolsheviks are shrill and hysterical, there are those in the room that smile and nod but think otherwise. They have stepped over the non-existant drunken indian one too many times, they have seen too many non-existant welfare Baby Mommas, and have read too many logical flaws in the logic of Global Warming. But, they are silent, and they identify each other with secret signs.
The vice-principal is professional enough to not let me actually look through his files, but with a shrug and a wink he communicates the impossible fact that, indeed, the crime problem in his school could be solved in a single night raid. The criminals in his school can be profiled by race and culture. The two girls in his school with psychological issues related to female genital mutilation could be profiled, too. Indeed, the girls who have had abortions do indeed suffer emotional harm because of their abortions, that children need two parents in their home to grow up normal, and that learning to use a firearm makes you a responsible person. These are not the comfortable realities of the authorities, and questioning authority gets you a failing grade, a demotion, or a false rape charge.
Across the money generating plantation of Scarborough, tens of thousands of white people gather to earn pay cheques, accrue benefits, and harvest pensionable hours. Declining enrolment is solved with open-doors third world immigration. And, as the non-English speaking, non-skilled, and non-healthy flood in, they generate a golden harvest of jobs for teachers, teaching assistants, hall way monitors, social workers, public service workers, and union maintenance workers. Look around the halls of the temple of political correctness, and you see white people getting pay cheques, and then you see the dusky serfs who make it all possible.
The Left should be in arms about this, but they sold out for a pension and a farm in Muskoka. And now, in the darkness, those of the majority who live the secret life are waking up and starting to learn to whisper to each other, as the Jacobins did to unseat the Bourbon tyrants, or the Orangemen to unseat the cruel House of Stuart. This internet is the printing press of our time. And to political correctness it will do what the printing press did to Tetzel * . Those leading the secret life are now learning to communicate with each other, to co-operate, to join forces, and to infiltrate and subvert. Infact, Bolshevik tactics are just fine for those leading the Secret life. And if the Chardonay Trotskyites of Political Correctness actually knew (or understood) what the Stalinist Vice-Principal was plotting, doing, and activating, they would be ... upset. But then again, activists are just whores for money, pension, and soft jobs, who have the coarse social skills of the whores they are. Oh well.
I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this at both DustMyBroom and Mitchieville.
posted by Fenris Badwulf at 8:05 PM
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