How Mothers Know Their Sons

Undisclosed location. Dusk.

Wife: (looking out the window) Oh look, little gymnastics…

Little Viking: (runs to window) Oh yes! I want to go outside now! (runs away towards the door, in his socks)

It’s wet and raining outside

Me: No, wait, you’ll get wet socks and you already have a bit of a cough!

Little Viking: But dad…

Me: No.

Wife: Let daddy see…

Me: (I know the boy likes gymnastics, so I’m thinking there are some toys left out there by some family nearby) What I see outside the window is a largish concrete block several meters in area and about one and a half meters high. On top of it is a little girl, maybe 5 or 6 or maybe 7 and she’s small for her age. She’s doing cartwheels and that flipping backwards until her hands touch the ground and then her legs follow completing the full circle, like a proper little gymnast. She has lose long blondish hair and is a little tanned.

Still me: Ah… ok boy. Go ahead, and get your socks wet.

Wife: (smiles knowingly).

***

It’s so weird, how he’s pretty much got a type of girl he likes even at his young age. Has had since before he could talk. Slightly exotic, pretty women and girls have been making him stop in his tracks, stare for a few seconds, then move towards them to try and play or talk with them.

He’s also pretty much unafraid of almost everything, though he knows to keep away from loud machinery and vehicles. He loves any kind of sword, gun, or gun-like toy, and he’s got the explorer and curiosity genes.

I was hoping for a more balanced set of DNA, but he seems to have picked up his father’s interesting but troublesome way of navigating through life, and his mother’s sensitive (slightly paranoid) nature.

I pray God that he will send a cohort of Angels to protect him from his inherited natures.

The fast-crashing, ex-semi-famous gay “icon”, gatekeeping fake Catholic and Freemason, Milo, recently posted this:

Let’s notice a few things, in order of most petty to less so:

• He’s lost another 1,000 or so followers from the last time we looked at his numbers, and that blood loss is not abating anytime soon.
• He’s still shilling for whatever political position he’s being funded to support.
• He has a whole 17 comments on his chat with supposedly 24k subscribers. Given that I follow channels with under 1000 followers that routinely have over 50-60 comments on most posts, I think it’s safe to say that most of his “followers” are probably bots or zombie (people who never watch him but remain subscribed).

But most important of all, the actual subject of the tweet.

Let’s think about that a second or three, yes?

I mean… SHOCK! People pay to promote things?

And even more SHOCK! Politicians use paid promoters, are bribable, bribe people and do all manner of shady stuff? Nooooo….! Really? Who could have possibly imagined this?

You mean the entirety of politics is filled with corrupt, bent, vile creatures wearing human skinsuits? Who could have guessed?!?

The supposed outrage of the tweet, and Freemason’s Milo “moral zing” after it, can only be aimed at people so enstupidated by TV over the last 70 or 80 years or so, that they still pay attention to politicians or their lies, as if they mattered at all.

Admittedly we Italians have a long history and evolved culture, so we have known that politicians are all scum, with vanishingly small exceptions, since ancient Roman times, so you poor Americans and Anglo-Saxons have a few hundred years at least, to learn this basic truth.

Politics is all fake. Always has been. Always will be. You literally can’t be a politician without lying, and in today’s world, also probably be pro-child mutilation and abuse.

This blog is not particularly popular; and in the near future may actually become “illegal”, because expressing the truth is fast-becoming a “crime”. Just like noticing certain facts, be it about statistics, demographics, race, certain tribes of people and their behaviours, certain grifters, and their behaviours, and so on, is becoming a “crime”.

But the aspiration here is not to appeal to the unwashed masses, but rather, that shrinking number of people able to make up their mind, and more importantly, change it, based on FACTS, instead of emotions or fleeting feelings.

It’s an approach I had my whole life, including when I taught martial arts. Some people came to my classes ready to become loyal followers of what they perceived as their new guru. I soon dissuaded them by exposing them to some personal character flaw, real or faked for educational purposes. And while on this blog I don’t fake anything, given some comments I got that went straight to spam, some people take what I think is obvious sarcasm as literal. And no doubt, there are a few that simply can’t distinguish between reality and their fevered imaginations.

Despite all that, the approach remains the same:

The point here is for you to learn to be the kind of human being that knows enough to ignore stupid politicians, generic grifters, and so on.

You should, by now, have learnt that, so what if a tweet you read is “genuine” or paid for?

If you have not yet learnt that much of what you think of as “reality” is completely artificially manufactured, then you are unlikely to be the kind of person that takes the time to figure out what actually matters in life, and subsequently, what really doesn’t.

People selling, raping and killing children matters. Politicians only matter insofar as they harm your life to one degree or other.

The opinions of people who are irrelevant as human beings, may, indeed affect your life, and that matters, but they don’t.

Joe Biden is a senile, almost certainly pedophile, corrupt, sell-out without a soul left in his demented walking corpse. His only function is to be a shield-puppet for the even more evil and corrupt people who put him in his supposed position. He doesn’t matter. He’s not relevant. Nor is anything that comes out of his mouth, even on the off chance it is a coherent sentence.

Even more importantly, what matters is your immediate surroundings. Your health, your ability to provide for your family and yourself. Your character. Your ability to spot a grifter or a gatekeeper, or a member of a tribe that hates you and yours and wants to do you harm. And your ability to react or pre-emptively act in that regard. Your ability to band together with people that see things as you so and want to defend the things you do. People able to put their petty differences aside in order to create a bigger reality of safety and freedom for their children and grandchildren, and the predations of the various vampires that prey on all of us, and increasingly on them and their futures.

You want a politician to be relevant? Become one. In your immediate local area. Then use the same playbook the enemy has and fill the whole local council with people that see and think about things as you do.

That’s the only things that really matter.

Correction: Niger, not Nigeria.

They say the pendulum swing is inevitable, and so, today, we see what used to be one of the most corrupt countries on Earth, Niger, show the correct way to deal with corruption at the highest levels.

The minister of finance, who apparently has stolen millions, has been given 48 hours to explain the missing money or face execution by firing squad.

If America and Europe took a similar approach I believe a new dawn of the West having no politicians at all would be ushered in all at once, in literally 48 hours.

One can only pray we get such wisdom.

The little Viking has been playing with some new friends and has introduced them to his concept of the Bam-Bam.

It’s his own made-up word for when anyone or anything acts dumb, is generally irritating him, in the way, and so on. He says it quite good naturedly, usually smiling and/or running away.

While I understand and sympathise with his need for expressing his general contempt at human stupidity, I had not fully appreciated his genius until today, when, using magna-tiles, he built a 2D representation of the Bam-Bam.

He showed it to me proudly when he had finished:

“Look daddy! The Bam-Bam!”

I tried to reproduce it here using a basic finger-painting app. I got his approval that it’s a fair representation before posting it.

The details are important. Note the lack of arms to do anything useful with, the chicken-like appearance of the body, for a running around while doing nothing useful, the Robin Hood like hat for a pretence at some sort of suave, upper-class yet understated co-ordination with the pointy green shoes. A perfect capture of the average hipster know-it-all who in reality is an ignorant ass.

Feast your eyes on the glory that is… The Bam-Bam!

PS: my wife points out he’s saying Bum-Bum in English, but his pronunciation is Bam-Bam in Italian. I’m just making his word for ass-heads more socially acceptable.

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