#id sell my slave labor to that

[pencey]

You know, Elon Musk, you're making a bad business mistake. You think you're batman on Mars, but you're actually just a nobody with a cool car. The entire population would think you're the coolest person alive if you save the homeless. Really, your business will improve. You're not going to leave a poetic footstep on Earth if you don't save the homeless. Or else your an annoying billionaire. And you need us to like you, or else you can't flaunt your money, and wealth becomes meaningless.

[foone]

I spent a while on red-27 which is a decently world to hang out on most of the time. They've got a mostly unified socialist world and aren't worried about immigration so you can totally just show up and hang out without needing fake ID or anything and you can get by without local currency for a long time, since most stuff is free (they've got one of those monetary systems where money is used for luxuries, not necessities: so you can grab a sandwich at the deli for nothing, but if you want to get a big meal at a fancy diner, you pay for that.)

But the annoying thing is that, because of their MLMY roots, they don't really believe in a lot of mental illnesses? And it's worse because they're also very much against stimulants.

So sure, it's nice to take a break from living in capitalism, but eventually I gotta come back to a world that can sell me Adderall, you know? My brain doesn't work.

(they've got historical reasons for this: some Incidents between ww2 and the former US going socialist means they think of stimulants as being a drug you give to your forced labor workforce to make them work harder. Free citizens of a socialist society don't need to be pushed harder, it's a whole "from each according to their ability, to each according to their need" thing: it's bad to try to make people more productive by dosing them with stimulants. Which, I mean, is valid if you're talking about a theocracy dosing their slaves with near-meth, but I think my ADHD situation is a little different, you know?)

I need to find somewhere else I can hang out on, without this issue. And no, Yellow-14 is not an option. They're maybe a much nicer socialist world to hang out in terms of being able to get the medicines you need, but they're not a terribly safe place to hang out on if you're gay or trans. Which is kinda darkly hilarious considering you can get hormones at your local pharmacy for free, no questions asked?

[myforrest2]

Crack house

i see how mass shootings happen

deshaun Watson's tiktok

operation white coat

frumpy body girl. i'm shallow

mental health issues in my family

donte and white titties

molestor uncle

phone sniffin dogs . thanks kamala

china made a sun

goochland va powhite

white women fuck like bots

happy wife happy life

who got better pussy

brett griner

rape fantasies on reddit

racist AI. white people writing code

dont fuck the students at tsu

gaping asshole porn

levels to dv. neigbor got into a dv situation

you gotta be able to fight if ur abusive

country line dancing in 6th grade

growing up christian concervative

i never believed in covid

having nigerian friends

menopause is a funny concept (the last egg)

wish i dates white women cuz the swifties are out!

million white women march

taylor farrakhan

who decided at the meeting that they were selling bean pies

trans women get a taste of getting offended and cant handle

i want to tell trans jokes but everytime, my dick gets cut off

her tax dollars paid for me to do home invasions but she wanna tell me what i can say

id snort midol if i were a woman

3 months of period and 9 months off

the purge for periods 9 months of peace 3 months of chaos

asking about organic vagina new vagina

synthetic vagina vs vagina

dont stop believing can end racism

stacy abrams dresses like hillary clinton

gmo coochie

my red flags

levels to the horny. showin ur face on pornhub

porn on the family computer

first std test

did ur granny fuck wilt chamberlain

used to be a therapist but it got to be too stressful

happy husband happy marriage

how often do u suck his dick ladies?

church revivals coachella for church

part trans cuz circumcised

so easy to scam women wish i had the heart to do it

nothin brings pussy together likes some and scammin niggas

navigating life being objectified

i'm more than my period

women put u in risky situations

they put bombs in the trash

gotta do everything when u Black

being black is annoying

quantum leap

asians are dark skinned white people

disney couldnt find enough swimmin niggss for little mermaid

vasectmy b4 it was fashionable

slave bible

i go to switzerland

drake's bed is made of horse hair and stingray skin

spelman and cosby

relationship with bpd. she can only handle some of my personalities not all of them

cerebral palsey dude's wheelchair stole

cant wait for sex work to be uberred

prayer for the gay demons

y is it always the stud that gets pregnant

first vasectomy nutt

waited for coochies to freshen up before i ate them

prison rapes kept me out of prison

ex wife had two babies

jump started a period

my mom helped plan my dad's funeral

forrest gump had full blown aids in philadelphia

women LOVE subtitles

suicide by negro. saying nigger at the atl airport

gender reveals for intersex babies

karim juwani tossed her baby in woods wrapped in plastic four years ago

mom shaking babies

construction worker on fire took video

wife beater as wash rag neighbor got in dv

my cousins got basic ass white women

taliban dating show

wilt chamberlain

nutted on my own face once

didn't masturbate til i was in college

heroes dose of shrooms

if he buys you beyonce tickets

honey pack fuckin

trans people they treat caitlyn jenner like black people treat clarence thomas

ain't sucked a dick but sucked toes

i aint a gangst but done gangsta shit

the good molestation from my babysitter's daughter

bv pussy/yeasty pussy

my girl fuck wit me cuz i'm that nigga

i hate the white part of me that tells me what to do

price of chicken goin up

snorting midol

moms love reminding u of how many hours of labor they were in

abortion on a 10 year old rape victim doctot had a tatt off a coat hanger with trust women on it

my dad grew up without infoor plumbing

being able to uberize sex work. ordering a blow job on uber one

chinatown knockoff

white boy jumping off cruise ship

asians & blacks

molestation

disney movies

feeling obligated to jack off to porn i paid for

uber sex (sex work)

trans reparations

dating black women is an olympic sport

called the sex line on gmas phone

scammed by uber

MIDDLE OF A PANDEMIC

patchy beard but got asshole hair

homeless whites & Asians

c* vid had people keeping count of death

getting old ( aunt marry droolin on herself)

men washing ass (water bottles to wash ass in iraq)

make the money make the rules

comedy humbles u

pandemic paychecks (ppp loan)

black woman will make or break u (cooked in an oven love)

fuckin bbws is awkward 4 me

american black women make me feel like im trans cuz they cut my dick off til i pull out that check

i rode the short bus to the talented and gifted classes

in tag i had to do extra

in tag it was nothing but white people, another brotha came in there and i said he must have had a mom that really cared about his education. i got punched in the stomach for it

get a trans friend cuz they will get reparations first. black people too disorganized

gotta trick your woman into giving u some pussy

i miss drugs

i'll get my dick back from my girl when i make money. i wont get all of it back cuz she's a black woman "niggas ain't shit"

arguin with my girl is worse than arguin with my mom. mom took away nintendo girl takes away pussy

i act like a woman when a woman leaves me. cuz i have ababdonment issues

Jim Crow needs to make a cameo appearance every 10 years to wake niggas up.

i don't cheat cuz i gotta use a condom

fovrite movie is forrest gump. sequal to forrest is philadelphia

i used to be a social worker but my dick stopped working so i had to quit

what's the wildest thing a woman has told you during sex?

love dont exist anymore. im gonna put my women on one year contracts

white name in black body

if i were a serial killer my victims would b homeless black women

carlee fucked it up for yall

i blew up a kid's face in iraq. i hope he becomes president so i can be part of his origin story

watching couples fuck

white people treat slavery like women treat accountability

alien pussy

be funny watchin my married potnas getting punked by their wives

sexxy red went to my highschool

Gilgo beach killer spaced out his white woman victims

I remember when I had to fake like Lizzo's music for some coochie. Oh the lies we men tell.

God is good all the time and all the time God is gooD

Coochie is pink booty hole brown

my skin is light but my comedy is dark

titties lookin right no lefts

If you could own slaves, how many would you have?

Those MAPs folks are jacking off to all the first day of school pics

kamala harris had an orgasm when the tory sentence came down

kelsey shot meg cuz women will shoot each other over the same dick

had a woman tell me she couldn't figure me out

women want to figure us out so they can control our minds

Glad they didn't call me a baby killer when i got back from Iraq

women that have had abortions got that fire

It was lookin like a baby holocaust when abortions were legal. I dated a woman that aborted 2 babies by the same dude. Those could have been 2 Amazon fulfillment workers.

these mew generation of parents have no control over their kids . cryin toddler in hawaii

i love watching kids act out in public . the parents look like they're trying to solve a calculus problem.

mom used basic math, pinching and threats

black women say shit that make u want to punch...... or shoot them. white women say shit that make u want to kill them

these hoes start talkin like chat gbt when you catch them on some bullshit

got evicted with a wife & 2 kids.

named my son after a member of jodeci but my bm swear she named him

serial killer my victims would be homeless black women

i want to date a non verbal autistic woman

ladies can you cover your ears during my set so we men could have a good time?

i wish black women would suck dick the way they suck the fun out the room

being part white is annoying cuz i got a gluten allergy

lake lanier pussy

jim crow day

how to keep a dude from raping u

white people fuck like bots

cub scout leader died so i didn't get molested

getting a black womans love is like trying to get a laugh from black folks

sex farms

pullin pussy with a telegraph machine

"come thru" in morse code

i'm not a conspiracy theorist i'm just a nigga that has never trusted the government

the holocaust was an inside job

how many niggas would black people sacrifice to get the jew treatment

chlamydia the reggie of stds

u know its fire when she burn u and u still wanna fuck

how many cows is your coochie worth

worst fears are heights, deep water & seeing my daughters titties on reddit

met an ethiopian bbw

tranny porn overstimulation

things that annoy me: fat niggas that ain't funny

student loans

dental damn

being black is a game of dodging diseases and gun violence

trump 2 real for black women they voted for a dude that don't take care of his responsibilities

glad i aint the uncle in the back room doin heroin

coochie after the club trick

low low low price of pussy

how i decide to go raw

men would have babies and not abortions cuz it would require us to go to the doctor

abuse is relative

dad was an aspiring preacher like an aspiring rapper

ai is the cotton jin

black womn patten for heater

giving homeless dick

field vs deployment

jail vs. prison

pregnancy test vasectomy

foreskins

drugs are for young boys

people with guns are scared bitches

lgbt DV do studs hit their girlfriends with their straps

post ops arr funnier than pre ops

dick losing a step

2% gay

- [ ]

pop art and anime

working for pussy

[edwad]

do slaves produce value under capitalism as labourers or are they simply reduced to the level of constant capital? i've seen arguments for the latter but that just seems to reify the slave condition to me

id say yes but, although i don't agree with it, i guess id push back a bit against the form of your criticism of the second take tbh. if slaves are considered as mere constant capital, equated with beasts of burden, this isn't necessarily the theorist saying "actually i think slaves are less than human". it's typically an implicit critique which shares your exact concerns -- the reduction of people down to farm animals, which, maybe depending on your own ethical commitments is rude to animals lol, but i don't think this should be read as if it's a 'mistake' of the theorist rather than a problem of the system (regardless of whether or not the actual argument is correct). i think it's better to navigate that debate with those things in mind regardless of where you end up, especially since it's not like value-constituting "productive labor" is somehow superior and virtuous, as if it's a moral category for us all to aspire to. the implications of taking such a status away from slaves wouldn't somehow be an insult to them.

regardless, for a fuller defense of my own position, i dont think that value is dependent on the status of the individual producer. it's necessarily systemic and although slavery might somehow appear as "outside" the system because it's not the more typical form (ie wage labor), that to me is *similar* (but not identical) to a hypothetical diamond falling from the sky (appearing from "outside" the system). if you sell it, it won't matter how you got it or who might've produced it. it will still sell at whatever established rate exists on the market. nobody is going to look at it and say "no, this isn't properly capitalistically produced, it doesn't have any value-jelly, i refuse to buy it" etc. if the products of slaves are competing with products of wage-laborers in the same markets, they will appear as objects of value even if they are a complicated or incidental case. for the record though, im not sure how useful these kinds of thought experiments really are, especially since they often seem to be grounded in this kind of moralistic attachment to productive labor as if it's a compliment. marx points to all kinds of incidental cases which don't really matter to his attempt to grapple with the system's own internal functioning and which he deliberately brackets because they tell us nothing other than that the system has certain logical limits which are otherwise pretty obvious

[tenderdistress]

Sell yourself

(telling this to myself and all of you)

I am a slave to capitalism, I sell my soul and body to internet. To the world. Money whore and rent slave. An internet trans slut.

But it is weirdly refreshing to remind myself that I didn’t choose to live in a system like that.

[ID Text: conversation between me and my friend on instagram, my part of messages saying “yeah all of these shits are so easy to say when u are privileged to function in this societal system based on endless labor and power manipulation through money. Another question: Is it necessary to endlessly produce something, to constantly work and sell you body & mind or is it enough to just be? Is this philosophy of constant production based on truth and reality of this world or is it internalized capitalism that has been programmed into your life by socialization and school? Endless production leads to burnout, exhaustion of resources, destruction of body and an endless amount of stress because self worth is linked to production. Doesn’t seem very healthy to me” /. End ID]

[spineless14591]

Please, I ask you only click on my page and read my page Monday - Thursday and holidays mutual to all faith.

General Post:

Beware: To avenge, myself, the community talks behind your back and in defense, I agree in some cases, yet, in some, not. At the same time to tell you it is occurring is to not attack you from behind in general, supportive, to the judicial system of life in the system.

To my brothers and sisters from Israel, careful at the bottom of the page about a given response where a debate lies.

The first photo is not for you and I did it for my own self and the bottom paragraph.

Hi, from the guy at the corner…...

In the near future, uploading whom I am, my life story/truth, my future plans, and where your money has gone.

Before blogging:

A neutral book on the study of politeness in our community that is for all religious faiths:

https://books.google.com/books?id=SL5DQB1J6DUC&printsec=frontcover&dq=lashon+hara&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiwi7--v9nvAhVFEawKHVolC7I4ChDoATAIegQIAxAD

"Please," Do not text while driving.

Simply, I bought a Bible, two cell phones (accidentally broke the screen on one), food, coffee, clothes, a bike, a bike chain, a bike chain link tool, soap, deodorant, a wash cloth, water, donated, paid workers through take a penny towards better driving, signed up for school, cell phone battery storage, a beer or two (not many), cigarettes, cigars, pens, paper, cell phone bill, orange juice, del taco, taco bell, Mc Donalds, candy, and a prepaid bank card.

No drugs but, may of forgot an item or so to be honest.

An older generation in my youth gave me drugs when they were 16-26 when I was about 14.

One name I need to get into the public for me to be against as of right now is Chad buckley Hobart Indiana.

Signed up at his house to go to college in theory that he shall of been a better friend not selling drugs.

Will get into my life story down the road.

Shall you send me your civil discussed/discussion back?

Amien

I considered the thought of sending this to Chad about his choice of knowing so I am not playing with familiar spirits causing his spirituality to talk without choice. (In my opinion that's familiar spirits).

Trying to just find my own routes while needing to research.

Bottom paragraph is after my punishment list:

Now, while I was in California and etc;

My bike was taken, because, I did not have a lock on it:

I considered it a punishment (walking), covid-19 stimulus was not received; twice, (punishment), unemployment was not received $4,000- $10,000 (punishment), community service work dues (punishment), each time I was ever convicted of driving offenses in the judicial system I slave in the community to increase those convictions to be extra dues in the value of life, I will be paying the courts in Hobart Indiana (punishment), student loans of about $26,000 paid back through business off the record causing my student loans to be a punishment through work labor, having to pay bills, and another took about $100.00 from me (punishment).

Amien

So how many talked behind my back thinking I am a bad human making me prove I am not be littling you through intelligence when I wasn't raised myself to know faith but your rats did what to me while I love in vain the rest of my to never forgive.

You may revel yourself and arrogance and ignorance to me under concealment the same while I live in vain proving your investigations hazardous because of intelligence and playing real life today.

My question of issue is why are individuals working in the community when they're supposed to have a certain amount of education?

Did you boss correct with his intelligence or did you have to study like I have been trying to preach my whole life yet no ones does that.

Amien

Are you a guy or lady talking behind others back or listen to other while you claim you don't like "rats."

Hi, my name is Derrick Scott aka to remove familiar spirits in my house aziel taneli and rebuke my family's mistakes of myself Derrick Scott literally that I am a rat talking to the government...

I am going to fuck your mother saying that...

No offense: Did you wake up reading the newspaper as latin king reading as government entity yourself in your government gang reading your rats work and truth or did you only watch movies?

Another question is why did your latin king brother have to get jumped and not call god his whole life because he's a snitch calling by god or his mother on how to tie his shoes.

Please, I ask you only read my page on Monday-Thursday and holidays mutual to all faith while I have an extra curricular activity such as video games, for example or similar on days that are not my worship days so I do not serve you but work.

Amien

[mymoodwriting]

The Choice Is Yours

F!Reader x Vampire!Yuta

Genre: Vampire Dystopia

Warning: Abuse, Degrading, Non-Con, Masturbation, Pet Play

Words: 3.4K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Epilogue

Prompt: Good behavior goes a long way when a new world order is established within hours and humans wind up at the bottom of the food chain. As luck would have it you were claimed by a vampire named Yuta, so you’re saved in a sense. Many would say you’re in a rather unique situation, and despite its perks it wasn’t really something you asked for.

 “Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite you.”

 “You aren’t?”

 “No, you were sedated, so the drug is still in your system. I’d rather have a taste of you when you’re clean.”

 “So… you don’t like… blood laced with drugs…”

 “My kind really doesn’t, it’s an unwanted flavor and drugs in general tend to taint your kind over time.”

 “So… what do you like?”

 “Right, we should go over the basics.”

 “The basics?”

 “Yes. For starters, the sun is no bother to us.” Yuta pulled open some curtains, basking in the sunlight. “We just tan easily. Garlic isn’t harmful, and neither is a cross, and a steak, wood or silver, won’t kill us.”

     He was suddenly back on the bed next to you, smirk on his face. Before you could react he grabbed you and lifted you up, holding you above him with ease.

 “Super fast and super strong too?”

 “Yes, very observant. All of our senses are also heightened, touch, taste, smell, etc.” He laid you down. “Aren’t you gonna ask about my weaknesses? Or how to kill me?”

 “What’s the point? You’re stronger and faster, besides, I don’t think you’d answer me honestly.”

 “Clever. Any other questions? Maybe I’ll answer.”

 “Can you… control people?”

 Yuta laughed. “No, we can’t mind control humans, if we could we would have ruled the world a long time ago. Now, how about a house tour.”

     You weren’t given a chance to answer before he took your hand and got you off the bed. It wasn’t surprising to see he lived in a mansion, bigger than anything you had ever seen. You were in awe of it all. He showed you the library, the kitchen, the game area, the dining hall, the pool, the theater, the garden, everything, all while he held your hand tight. He was very excited, very happy to show you all he had.

 “You’re free to roam the house, no place is off limits to you, you just can’t leave the mansion grounds.”

 “Isn’t that… a bad idea…”

 “What?”

 “To let me have free range of the house. What if I try to escape?”

     Yuta chuckled and took you to the front door. He stepped out with you and you could see the gate a few feet away. It seemed like a fence surrounded the perimeter of the house and outside those walls there was nothing but nature.

 “Where would you go?”

     It was quiet and it seemed like the house was miles away from any form of civilization. Besides keeping in mind that Yuta said it had been a global takeover, there really was nowhere you could go. Instead of answering his question you focused on the van parked out front, humans being loaded off. You didn’t recognize any of them being from the van that brought you, but you did recognize someone. Xiaojun was standing with a clipboard by the vehicle, taking notes on something. A question came to mind, one that maybe you didn’t want the answer to but you had to ask anyway.

 “Why… why did you do it?”

 “Do what?”

 “You know what.”

 “Sassy, I like. Well, we had been planning it for a few decades now, needed to wait for the right moment and had to get somethings in order first.”

 “Why. Not how, why.”

 Yuta scoffed. “You humans were ruining the planet for starters. Besides, you’re just children, fighting amongst yourself and hurting each other. It wasn’t hard to see you’d all be better off under our care. Now there won’t be any starving or homeless humans.”

 “We’ll just be your slaves.”

 “That’s harsh and not true. You’re more than welcome to run away when you want, but I can’t say you’ll be alright wherever you end up.”

 “And where will I end up?”

 “Well, if you’re not a house servant, you could end up working as public labor.”

 “Public labor?”

 “Yeah, fixing up buildings, picking up trash, secretary, I don’t know, whatever is needed. But, given your youth and beauty, I’m sure you’d wind up a breeder.”

 “A what!”

 “What? You think we’d just let your species die out or something. We need you after all.”

 “Do you have… that sounds so disgusting and terrifying!”

 “We know how troublesome of a process it can be to reproduce for you humans, well those of you who actually carry the child. Breeders are well taken care of throughout the entire pregnancy.”

 “I…”

 “I’m joking silly.”

 “What?”

 “If you ran off you’d surely get caught, and they’d check your blood, see that you belong to me and bring you right back. Although I could have you disciplined then brought back or sell you off to the state and see what they’d do with you.”

 “My blood… is my ID tag?”

 “Yes, better than branding you right? We’re more advanced than you ever were.”

 “I can tell…”

 “Yuta!” Xiaojun came over. “All the house servants are counted and present.”

 “Lovely. Where’s YangYang?”

 “He’s in the back making sure the servants are comfortable and will be there when they wake to brief them.”

 “Ah, okay, tell him to stop by when he has the chance, I want to introduce him to y/n.”

 “Of course. It is nice to see you on your feet.”

 “Thanks.” You gave him a smile. “It’s nice to see you too.”

     He excused himself and went off. You looked at the gate again before Yuta pulled you back into the house.

 “Are… is Xiaojun and the others… who aren’t dressed in white… are they vampires too?”

 “No.”

 “Wait, they’re human!”

 “I didn’t say that either.”

 “Then… what?”

 “We call them halfbreeds.”

 “Half… so they were once human?”

 “Yes.”

 “But their not vampires.”

 “Correct. They still need human food and the blood of their sire to survive. Other than that they’re similar to vampires in every other way, except for their bite. It’s only enjoyed by their sire, if a halfbreed bites a human it would only hurt.”

 “Good to know. So, how does one become a halfbreed?”

 “That’s not important.”

 “Then how do you become a vampire? Were you once human?”

 “Also not important.”

 “Okay, so, where are the servants?”

 “Their living quarters are below in the cellar, why?”

 “Well, isn’t that what I am? Where I’ll be staying. I figured with the personal welcome… that I’m your personal… servant?”

 “Oh no, that’s not your role.”

 “Well… I’m here so it’s not labor… and if I’m not a servant then…”

 “Vampires can’t procreate, not with each other or with humans, neither can halfbreeds. So before you think of it and freak out, you’re not a breeder either.”

 “Then what am I here for?”

 “You’re mine.”

 “And what does that mean?”

       Your back was suddenly pressed against a wall, Yuta leaning into the crook of your neck. Shivers went down your spine and you gently tilted your head to the side, breathing heavy. Yuta chuckled over your actions.

 “You can feel it can’t you? You got a tingle, you want me to bite you.”

 “I…”

 “Sh, I won’t just yet.”

       He grabbed your head and pulled you close, giving you a kiss on the cheek. He didn’t move though, keeping you pinned against the wall, cradling your head.

 “When a vampire feeds directly from a human, it’s quite pleasurable for both parties involved, but it can get messy, and it’s dangerous.”

 “D… dangerous?”

 “Our bite is euphoric and addictive. Most of us prefer a blood bag though, so, you humans don’t have to worry. We’ll draw some blood every few months and make sure you stay nice and healthy. Although, biting humans is still fun, so some of you were fated as feeders.”

 “Feeders…”

 “Yup, there are places around where we can find some feeders, others might have a few at home.”

 “But… you said the bite was addictive…”

 “Yes, feeders are the only type of human junkie we’d let exist. After a while they become so giddy and compliant, rather brainless too but they’re very happy.”

       Your mind was still processing everything, trying to understand what it meant for you, and then it finally dawned on you. Once you realized what your fate was you started to squirm, wanting to get away from him. He only held you tighter, leaving you very little room to move.

 “Easy there, easy, you won’t end up brainless silly, promise.”

 “Let me go!” You were sobbing. “I don’t want this!”

 “What you want doesn’t matter, so behave yourself or do I need to discipline you so soon?”

       You stopped struggling, giving up but the tears kept flowing. Running away didn’t seem like such a bad thing, regardless of the consequences, so you put it in your mind, the first chance, any chance you got, to run, you’d take it.

 “How about we get you some food? I’ve had lunch prepared.”

 “I’m not hungry…”

 “Hm. I’ll say this once baby, so listen close. I know you’re hungry, you just got off a sedative, and given your role, you need to say nice and healthy, which means you need to stay well fed. You’ll love the food here, but I’ll have no problem feeding you everything in smoothie form. So we’re gonna go have some lunch, and you’re gonna eat. Whenever a meal or snacks are prepared for you, you will eat, understand?”

 “Yes…”

 “Good.”

       You also hated how good the food tasted. You didn’t say anything about it but Yuta knew you liked it. He took the time to ask about you, which you certainly found pointless, it’s not like what you did in your life mattered anymore. At least the conversation could go both ways and Yuta seemed like he’d always give you an answer.

 “So… you need food?”

 “Not to survive. It’s just a luxury we enjoy, food does taste delicious after all.”

 “Are… are you gonna kill me?”

 “Wow, you want me to answer that? Really?”

 “Yes… I mean… surely you’re gonna kill me… us humans probably only taste good for so long…”

 “True, you do have a set expiration date, but it doesn’t have to do with taste. We don’t need you humans overpopulating, but don’t worry, it’ll be very peaceful.”

 “That… I guess that’s comforting… so… do humans outnumber you?”

 “Does that matter? Are you going to take up arms and fight us?”

 “No. I doubt we’d win.”

 “Oh really? How come?”

 “We don’t know your weaknesses, how do you fight an enemy when you don’t know how to hurt them. You were planning this for years, surely you have contingencies for a possible uprising, and you can easily release that toxin you did when you took over again.”

 “True, but amuse me, say you knew how to kill vampires, and the toxin wasn’t in play. Do you think humans could win?”

 “There’s still too many things to take into account and I don’t have enough information to give you a proper answer. Surely not all humans would want to fight, or would be capable of fighting. Knowing and actually being able to kill you are two different things. I would assume doing so would still be very hard considering all the ways you’re stronger and better than humans.”

 “We’re better than humans?”

 “You already believe that… and I’d agree…”

 “Very honest indeed, I appreciate that. So you don’t think you humans would win.”

 “There’s always a chance, no matter how small, but I’d be more concerned of what came next, after we won. How do we rebuild our world…”

 “You’re just adorable.” Yuta giggled. “You think far more logically than any other human I’ve met, but don’t worry your pretty little head, that’s not going to happen. You’ll be nice and happy with me.”

       You went quiet again, staring down at your plate and forcing yourself to finish what was on it. Someone else suddenly came into the room, you didn’t recognize them but you knew they weren’t human. Yuta looked up when they entered and smiled.

 “YangYang, there you are, I want you to meet y/n, they’re my special little guest. They have free range of the house, but I do hope you can look out for them and keep them out of trouble.”

 “Of course, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

 “Hi…”

 “How are the others?”

 “Resting comfortably. They should be up soon.”

 “Good, do tell me if any of them cause trouble.”

 “Yes, sir.”

 ♥♥♥♥♥

       Yuta stuck by your side the rest of that day. You kept a smile on your face despite it all, despite the terror you felt being in that house. Even though you seemed to be special to Yuta you still had to dress in white. Others were certainly wearing work appropriate clothes, whereas yours clothes seemed a bit more formal.

       You eventually saw other humans around the house, halfbreeds close by. They were probably being told what their new life was going to be like. It was definitely unsettling for everyone, but you felt worse by their looks. Some glared at you, probably over the fact that they knew Yuta was the owner of the house, their owner, and you were holding his hand. Although you were more nervous when night came.

 “Come on, you need to clean up.”

       Yuta took you into the bathroom, a huge tub in the room. He started filling the tub and then grabbed your shirt, starting to pull it up but you quickly grabbed his hands. A chuckle escaped his lips. You knew you had to let him go, but you didn’t want to be stripped naked by him.

 “Y/n…”

 “I can do it myself.” You suddenly blurt out. “I’m… I’m-”

 “Oh I know you can, but whatever I want, I get, my little pet. So if I want to strip you, I will, and I have no issue ripping off your clothes. Now I’d very much prefer not to tear your clothes off, so, what’s it going to be? Are you gonna be good?”

       You swallowed nervously, letting go of his arms and lifting your hands up, making it easier for him to take your shirt off. He certainly took his time taking your clothes off too, clearly wanting his eyes to take in every inch of your form. You did try to cover up but Yuta grabbed your hands, shaking his head.

       You dropped your hands, letting him look at you. You felt so dirty, no one had ever seen you naked, not even those you had once dated. So for some absolute stranger, a monster, to get to see you so vulnerable, tears came to your eyes. He chuckled again and wiped them away, helping you into the warm water.

       You felt a bit better in the tub, the bubbles covering you up, so you weren’t completely exposed. You figured he was going to simply wash you the way one would clean their pets, but then he started taking his clothes off. You got tense, wanting to say something, but the words were caught in your throat. Before you knew it he was in the tub with you, pulling you into his arms, your back against his chest, sitting between his legs.

 “You’re so quiet sometimes you know.” Yuta put his chin on your head. “I wonder what’s going on in your head.”

 “Sorry…”

 “It’s alright, I know you won’t always be chatty.”

       He just held you for a while before grabbing a sponge, starting to scrub you down. It was definitely a first, you weren’t one for a bath, didn’t have the time, and you’ve certainly never taken it with someone else. Yuta was very gentle with you, being very slow and precise, as if you were a delicate porcelain doll.

       At some point you started smiling. You smelled like flowers and your skin was very soft. You relaxed against Yuta, letting him scrub shampoo and conditioner in your hair. You played with some of the bubbles, forgetting your own reality, that is until you felt Yuta’s hand trailing down your chest. You suddenly got tense.

 “Yut-”

       He didn’t hesitate to start touching you, making you jerk back against him. He laughed in your ear, kissing your cheek, but his hand stayed where it was, moving gently to please you.

 “What’s the matter? Haven’t you been enjoying my touch?”

 “This… this isn’t…”

       Yuta didn’t let up, a heat growing in you. You had your eyes shut tight, biting your lip and trying not to make any noise. You knew that’s what he wanted, and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Once his fingers started teasing your entrance you snapped, grabbing his hand and actually making an effort to stop him.

 “No… no please don’t…”

 “Hm, and why not? You’ve been enjoying everything so far.”

 “This…” Tears pricked your eyes. “I don’t-”

 “Don’t worry, I won’t, I’ll save that for another time.”

       You were a bit relieved but then he kissed you, his tongue pushing past your lips and exploring your mouth. His hands kept pleasuring you, and you hated yourself for enjoying his touch. When Yuta pulled his lips away you let out a moan, blushing, he got what he wanted, which brought a smile to his face.

 “Very good. I wanted to hear you make those noises. You know what would make this better?” You felt him brush his fangs along your neck, making you jump. “You’d be such a mess if I bit you right now.”

 “You… you said…”

 “I know, I’m just teasing.”

       He smiled and kissed down your neck, bringing you closer to the edge. You shouldn’t want him, but he was making you feel so good. You didn’t hold back your moans, to wrapped up in the pleasure to care about your own dignity. You’re breathing started becoming uneasy as you got closer to the edge. Yuta knew you were close, and he leaned in close, whispering in your ear with his sharp voice.

 “Cum for me my pet.”

       You shook in his embrace as you reached your high, crying out his name without meaning too. He kept playing with you as you came down, taking advantage of your over sensitive state. He kissed your cheek, going down to your neck, easily leaving marks.

 “You did very good.”

       Reality started settling back in and you felt embarrassed, you felt pathetic for giving him exactly what he wanted. You wanted to get out of the tub but he held you down.

 “Easy now, easy, you enjoyed yourself, you can’t deny that.”

 “I didn’t want it…”

 “Then why did you scream out my name?”

 “I…”

 He chuckled. “Stay.”

       He got out of the tub, drying himself off and then putting on a bathrobe. You stayed where you were as he ordered, staring at the water. After a moment his hand was in your field of vision. You looked up at him and then took it, letting him help you out. You stumbled a bit but he made sure you stayed on your feet.

       You stayed quiet as he dried you off and then wrapped you in a towel. He led you back to the room, having you sit on the bed. While you waited he dressed himself. Once the robe fell from him you looked away, you didn’t want to admire his beauty. He was a monster, you couldn’t forget that.

 “Here.” Yuta set down some white clothes next to you. “Get dressed, I’ll be back in a bit.”

       You didn’t move until you heard the door close. You looked around to make sure he was actually gone. You stood up and dropped the towel, getting dressed. You stared at the white, wiping away your tears. You were getting so tired of crying. Your eyes were then drawn to the window, the first time you got to see the night sky in this new world.

 “Beautiful right?” Yuta was suddenly hugging your from behind. “The sky.”

 “Yeah…”

 “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”

 “You… you sleep?”

 “I don’t need much, perhaps four or five hours, sleep is just another luxury to use really, but you my little pet, require more, so come now.”

       He took your hand and led you back to the bed. You pulled your hand away, staring at the sheets.

 “Wait… you want me to sleep… in the same bed as you?”

 “Where else would you sleep?” He caressed your cheek. “I want to keep my pet close.”

       You didn’t get to protest again as he got you into bed with him, his arms wrapped around you. It wasn’t until then that you realized he was rather cold. You curled up a bit, pulling the sheets closer to you. Today had certainly been a strange day, and you had no idea what tomorrow would bring.

[abthepoet]

So Id like to mention that COVID19 has put a lot of things into perspective.

My industry of experiential marketing was literally one of the first to go about a week ago when stores began banning all live demonstrations. I work in the natural and organic food industry doing live events and cooking recipes on site to sample brands to customers at grocery retailers.And because sampling tables are good places to spread germs, my demos all immediately came to a stop. I'm also an in home, private Music Teacher to kids of various ages and needless to say if schools' on hold, so is teaching. and so is income. My Venmo is :ABBlas22

Which sucks, a lot because the majority of my work is independent contractor based. . . .and there's no health care, paid leave, unemployment, or sick time. Why do I still do it? Because I love the industry, the opportunities it affords me, and the pay is solid. Except come tax season. The Government likes to fuck you if you work for yourself. . . .even tho I pay for all my own equipment and car repairs to get me from job to job. My Venmo is ABBlas22

However, amid the panic, I havent felt this calm in years. The constant anxiety and pressure of having to make money and go to work and be on time and make my schedule and drive from this city to that city for this demo and that demo, has subsided. I finally wake up and I'm not staring at the clock counting down how long before I have to leave which triggers an anxiety fest about leaving my dogs home alone because my one dog has such severe separation anxiety she destroys her crate, escapes, and then ruins the house(we are actively working on it) . . .so I'm up early and nervous about, "ok I have three hours I have to walk the dogs for at least one of those hours, feed them, get dressed, brush teeth, try to eat, clean the house, stuff their Kongs, make sure I have everything I need, and then try to sneak out before the dog starts freaking out." followed by "did I book enough demos this week, if I have to execute 16 for the month where can I put another demo, should I give myself a day off? nah, i need the money, let me check my Google calendar for the 65th time this morning and stare at all the blank dates I should be booking demos instead of doing anything else because no matter how much I work, it is never enough. So I spend an hour worrying about plunging my family into financial ruin. . . . better get online and start digging thru emails and brand Ambassador groups to make sure I've got enough work. Oh what's that? the sound of my entire family and partner telling me to get a *regular* job even though the idea of punching a clock and working for someone else makes me physically sick. . but I go and do it anyway because its a W2 position so you think well maybe I'll get health benefits at least and then come to find out that this bullshit retail job doesn't give part timers benefits of any kind, but I keep the job anyway because everyone said a normal job was best, but it pays $6 less an hour than my demo gigs and is a total waste of my skills and professional experience and eventually is cutting into my income because its taking up so many weekly hours but pays significantly less that I start calling out to go do demos instead and then the same people who were like "get a regular job" turn around and go "no, not That job, try This job."

and I'm over here ready to fucking scream because I've Been very clear about wanting to be in business for myself. I have tried many things, including testing an extremely beta version of what eventually became Uber Eats. . . I could be a millionaire but my parents thought it was a stupid idea and once I used up my resources trying to drum up business, that was it.

also, this is the worst part about being a millennial. I went to college for music because they said be anything and follow your dreams . . .but then I graduated into recession (2006) and got the first job I could,at a deli, which . . . .isn't exactly a degree holding position. For years we said,"I'm just grateful I Have a Job right now." and we got bitter, broke, and depressed as a generation. We're in our 30's now and it's just as bleak an outlook for our generational future. At least until the boomers die out and free up some of that wealth, if they don't all leave it to the cat and state first just to spite us.

So yea, people are freaked out with COVID19 but for the first time, I dont feel pressure or anxiety to rush out the house or make money because everything got cancelled. All I want to do is work super hard on my own online store via Shopify and grow from there. I love to work and I love the discipline of hard work. I would rather spend 18 hours in a day working on my own business and hustling my ass off to make it work using over a decade of marketing and sales experience to promote my brand for once.

But that's hard to invest time and money when I live paycheck to paycheck and have a partner and fur babies who depend on me. Everytime I excitedly talk about dropshipping through shopify and all my plans for it, it's met with a nervous "I believe in you but dont fuck us financially." "I believe in you but doesn't that take time." "I believe in you but why don't you just work here, they pay decent."

I love that the #Coronavirus hit and suddenly human rights are easy to hand out. I love that Coronavirus got us to halt economies on a scale so massive that will actually help us fight climate change. Capitalism has destroyed our planet and our species.

I want to always remind everyone that we are a species first. Not countrymen, not race, not religion. . . we are all dancing flesh bags, given different corporeal conduits with which to experience life and then later compare notes with one another.

"What's life like in that short skin suit?"

"Not bad but I can't reach anything."

"Good thing I got one of these tall skin suits." *grabs top shelf items*

"Thanks!"

It's to help us come together, understand similarities thru differences and use them to gain new perspectives while helping our species and our planet thrive.

This insane notion that everyone needs to have a job needs to go. Our species was Not made to do slave labor all day long for an invented wage that keeps us stuck fighting for basic survival when we have the potential to completely alter our lives.

The Earth is a hostage who's not allowed to feed her own kids. They locked up every fruit bearing tree, enslaved every animal, poisoned the soil, polluted the water and then held your life at gunpoint and demand you hand over hours of your life to work that does a disservice to your potential for greatness just for a chance to get a taste of what should be your birthright.

Basic needs of survival that all humans will die without shouldn't be prizes for who can work themselves to death the fastest.

Im using this time as an opportunity and am taking what little resources I have to work on my online store and sell off and flip what I can to make start up money on Ebay. (I dont even have WiFi and my apartment complex has locked the business center for CoronaVirus) . Using my phone for everything is really fucking tedious, especially because I've had it for 4 years and it doesn't always cooperate, but I'm grateful I even have one to use. If you want to invest in me, even just $5 I will 100% be using it to get a business off the ground. I've got most of the basic work done and market research, but with no income I cant even afford the basic Shopify plan at $30 a month, I'm hoping they pass a moratorium on evictions because how do I pay rent with no job to go to!?

My Venmo is : ABBlas22 and I do reward!

[100yearoldcomics]

May 9, 1922 Our Boarding House by Gene Ahern

In which Major Hoople tries to make some easy money with a slave-labor gold mine.

Caption: "Major" Hoople tries to "get to" Uncle Hugo. [ID: Major Hoople and Uncle Hugo stand talking in the sitting room. The Major smokes a cigar as he bloviates, while Hugo stands, unimpressed, his hands behind his back, smoking a pipe. Clyde and Mack eavesdrop from the curtained doorway behind them. /end] Major Hoople: This gold mine, Mr. Foster, is located on the western coast of Africa. Native labor is cheap, and as sole heads of the enterprise, with your capital invested, and my knowledge of operating, why our profits would be enormous! Uncle Hugo: Nup, Mr. Hoople. Africky is too dern fer away. A felly one time tried to sell me some stock in an oil mine in Norway, where they get th' red an' green oil for railroad lanterns. But I couldn't talk th' langwidge an' didn't take any! Clyde: Ha-ha, Buster's uncle is a moth with asbestos wings. That ol' boy could walk through a parade of pickpockets an' come out even! Mack: I'd like to see myself giving the "Major" money for an investment. He couldn't get any returns out of a boomerang!

[tfnn-tagwen]

Sry n shit old faggots, you done pushed a line now imma find out whom your kids are and their kids are, have them snatched up and sold over seas into the sex slave labor gang. I done told yall to stop your bullshit. That id sell my soul to make sure yall and anyone related to you would suffer if you didnt stop. Green Lights are on.

[alorconsulting]

All through last and this year, I honestly and sadly, for the first time was aware of news reports of slave labor in the Myanmar (formerly Burma.) Also sadly, this is nowhere near a new problem in Burma. It’s been in the news for years, decades even. I just missed it, glossed over the headlines. Now I can’t. After having traveled to Burma and Cambodia, when I see headlines like Myanmar Fisherman Goes Home After 22 Years a Slave, it strikes at my heart, it now feels personal and I notice it. I’m affected and I’m glad I am, I’m more awake to life.

Here’s what I now know from personal experience. Human experience.

When you have never been to a country in person, where a Burmese Woman in the local market smiles grandly and with great warmth as she brushes Thanaka on your white face protecting it from the sun, then simply put, you have a hard time understanding, it’s the very same sun that burns your skin and hers.

Burmese Woman Applying Thanaka in Market of Bagan

After Face of Thanaka

Facing the Light in Burma

Without travel it’s far too easy not to pay attention to the news reports around the world. They don’t resonate, you can not connect with the issues. It’s not personal and even though it’s on the news, it doesn’t FEEL real, it feels like sensationalized entertainment. There is no weight placed on your conscience for the day, this story will likely not be what you talk about at dinner.

I don’t believe this makes me, you, anyone a bad person. It’s normal for many of us, but it is at the very least unfortunate.

Born in Iowa and raised in Ohio, I too grew up as many of my friends did, without a passport. I know this Middle American life, because I lived it, and I see it more clearly, because I left it. It’s an easy, happy life, and happy is good. But so too is challenging yourself, even forcing yourself, to go, do, see and understand new things.

Global news and politics was not openly something spoken about often while I was growing up. Uneven wages, global issues, environmental issues… nope, we spoke more about movies, books, TV shows, football games. All kinds of fun stuff, aimed at entertaining ourselves. Ways to escape from day jobs, desk jobs where we counted the hours. Ways to connect with each other in a mutual suspension of reality.

Likely all the same reasons Trump gets the front page, dominating the headlines. When we’re talking Trump, it’s not politics we’re talking about, it’s Entertainment. He’s selling fluff not substance and we are addicted.

In America, we are still fortunate that this is an option, life full of distractions and entertainment. We have the option of paying attention only to what’s happening in our vast borders, which is, to be fair, a lot. Yet, much of the world does not have this luxury. Borders around the world are physically closer and are not filled with friendly jabs and jokes from their peaceful neighbors to the North.

After living in New York for a decade, I realized the conversations of my life and my involvement in them started to change. Even casual dinners with my four best friends took on topics in Iran and Syria, Bloomberg, the loss of Nelson Mandela, changes in the Catholic church that were long overdue. How gay rights were worth fighting for, for all of us. “Can you believe what just happened in Paris, I just flew home from Charles de Gaulle yesterday?!” The people I met in New York City traveled the world much more frequently than those in the midwest and it was clear to me, they were more connected.

At first, I will fully admit, I was 100% intimidated. My public education did NOT prepare me for these conversations. Neither had my travel which to date had constituted the US, Canada and Mexico. So I was silent and listened… a lot. Then I began to travel as often as I could. Then, I too began to understand not just the news, but what everyone around me was talking about.

What I found, what I know now, it is not a college education that opens you to the world, it’s travel. In New York, I learned my lack of global travel had left me disconnected from the rest of the world. Thankfully, a fault I own for myself is one I can and have been fixing.

My theory: there is a big difference between a trip and a vacation.

A trip, you likely learn more than you relax. You have moments where what you see defies what you know and if you’re open, it changes you and makes you more robust as a person. Seeing life in all it’s many shades of uniqueness enhances your ability to appreciate and respect different ways to live in the world.

A vacation, sure a week on a Carnival Cruise or at Disney is easy, fun, maybe even relaxing. Yet, I would be willing to bet, nothing from that trip is going to enhance you as a person. I’m also not saying skip the mouse ears entirely. I am saying listening to the chants of Monks echoing through the shores of Lake Inle is a much more impactful and lasting use of ears.

I urge you to balance the two, trips and vacations throughout your life. Pick a place that is as different from the one you know as possible. Allow your very precious vacation time and budget to enhance your connection to the world around you instead of distracting and disconnecting you. Give yourself the gift of growing curiosity.

In Burma, I road in the back of a van, weaving on a small dirt road between local families on mopeds, dirt pot holes, cliff edges and oncoming trucks in the same lane, weighed down with what looked like half the town. Typically a bad passenger, of which my Husband vocally attests, a strange calm came over me that day as we made our way down to Inle Lake.

I looked at the moped we just whizzed by with 5 family members on it, all without helmets, all with smiles. I realized I could sit in that van and be worried, worried about hitting that family on the moped, worried about not having a seatbelt, worried that there seemed to be absolutely ZERO rules of the road. Or I could just let go. Sway back and forth with the rhythms of the van speeding over dirt roads. I could give in and realize things were just different here. I could relax and trust the local driver and the idea that Burmese people all seemed to look out for each other.

Throughout Burma and Cambodia, the government has not invested much in their people’s safety on the roads. Yet, there is no road rage. You respect the other guys right to swear around pot holes on a dirt road, donkeys get the right of way. You can sit in city traffic bumper to bumper and not a single person is going to blow his horn, swear or flip each other off. Families don’t wear helmets because the other guy is going to be looking out for them. Not a single monk worries he’s not welcome on that tailgate, there is always room.

The energy of the land is one of patience and kindness… even in heavy traffic.

Memories of Myanmar (Burma) 

When my Husband and I traveled through Myanmar (Burma) with his parents, we noticed cameras were not just focusing on the Buddhas, they were turning on us too. Burmese life expectancy is nearly 20 years shorter… Read More

Happy Child of Burma

Let Travel Change You All through last and this year, I honestly and sadly, for the first time was aware of news reports of…

[republicstandard]

Progressivism, Inc.

One more the more ingenious accomplishments by the globalist hegemony is convincing a huge swathe of the population that by aligning themselves with these ruthlessly exploitative corporations that one is “#Resisting” the Establishment. Amazon, for example, has a larger net worth than all but sixteen countries on earth. We are fast approaching a time—if we are not already there—where the corporatocracy is more powerful than the nation-state.

(function(w,d,s,i){w.ldAdInit=w.ldAdInit||[];w.ldAdInit.push({slot:10817585113717094,size:[0, 0],id:"ld-7788-6480"});if(!d.getElementById(i)){var j=d.createElement(s),p=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];j.async=true;j.src="//cdn2.lockerdomecdn.com/_js/ajs.js";j.id=i;p.parentNode.insertBefore(j,p);}})(window,document,"script","ld-ajs");

Certainly, global finance is already there (what, you thought the Federal Reserve was actually controlled by the federal government?), with the IMF strong-arming countries like Greece and Ukraine into adopting its policy “recommendations.” Liberals used to be vehemently opposed to globalism (remember “Buy Local”?) and would bemoan the fact that the World Bank, the World Trade Organization, and the IMF have basically ravaged the entire Third World. No longer. It is now far more vital to drink Pepsi to “own the Nazis” than to realize that independently-minded leaders who reject the machinations of global finance must be removed and replaced with ones much more amenable to the IMF, WTO, and World Bank dictating policy in order to effectively control their nation’s economy.

It is simply impossible to separate modern geopolitics from global finance. Take a wild guess who the Balfour Declaration of 1917 promising Palestine to the Jews was addressed to? That would be Edmond de Rothschild, financier of the first Russian-Jewish colonists of the region! All roads lead not to Rome, but Jerusalem. The forever wars in the Middle East can be easily explained first by considering the efficacy of the Yinon Plan and advancing Israeli national interests in the region through its Balkanization, and secondly by understanding that the multi-nationals are profiting immensely. “Iraqi freedom” was a financial windfall for the war profiteers of Halliburton. Afghanistan supplies the raw materials for the opiates pacifying Western populations’ resistance to their displacement and ultimately their replacement. The Israeli-occupied Golan Heights in Syria has proven to have plenty of Black gold for Genie Energy to extract. Where is the supposedly bleeding-heart Left in all of this? The lobotomized wasteland of the terminally contradictory Manichean-yet-relativistic Left of today stands not on principle, or ideals, or really anything for that matter other than consumption. To quote Mike Enoch:

All the Left talks about is Harry Potter, White Privilege, and pan-sexuality. There’s no more talk about anti-war. There’s no more talk about the economic draft. There’s no more talking about working-class issues, no more talk about wage suppression. They are completely degenerate. They are lacking in any intellectual foundation or principled politics. They’re lacking in any positions of any worth…It’s really pathetic.

Even worse, find a “progressive” cause, and there is a mega-corporation behind it. These corporations are so progressive, in fact, that billions of dollars are spent on their employees—from the public trough. That’s right, companies like Wal-Mart and Amazon pay their employees so little that a large percentage have to turn to public assistance to survive. In states like Arizona, one-third of Amazon employees rely on food stamps. Walmart’s abysmally low wages force workers to turn to public assistance to the tune of an estimated $6.2 billion in public assistance including food stamps, Medicaid, and subsidized housing. The American fast food industry represented a $7 billion drain in costs to taxpayers. And these rainbow-colored virtue-signalers are of course unanimous in their support for “progressive” policies—all while leaving the average American and the fast-shrinking middle class holding the bag.

The global “free market” subsists on child labor and wage slavery, another state of affairs liberals of yore were once committed to combating. Now Nike with its sweatshop-made products has made Colin Kaepernick the face of its new advertising campaign. “Standing for something,” even if it means kneeling, might cost you everything—or it might just cost you next to nothing in labor expenses if you’re Nike. A more perfect match of vapidity and unprincipled charlatanry you may not find—unless it is those social media “YASSSS QUEEN BEY” feminists who find multi-millionaire and cuckoldress Beyonce to be the epitome of female empowerment. Beyonce, it should be mentioned, pays 64 cents an hour to the female sweatshop workers in Sri Lanka who make her Ivy Park clothing line.

When the Women’s March claims to be pro-mass immigration and pro-labor, this gross contradiction, once again, is never “called out.” As Jim Goad put it in The Redneck Manifesto;

“In the…case of the sniffles that afflicts American society, anyone who questions our spread-eagle immigration policy is automatically tagged as a racist.”

Even though mass unskilled and low-skill immigration depresses wages and leaves the bottom 50% of the economy—American-born Blacks and Hispanics and working-class Whites alike—vulnerable to competition and especially under-the-table, tax-free payments to illegal aliens who under-cut legal wage-earners. Besides, with increasing automation, we need more people why exactly? As the third-most populous nation on earth, if the United States can’t fill its labor needs domestically, what are the odds importing Senegal, Somalia, and Honduras is going to fix that? As more workers are displaced, as those who are employed are not even paid a living wage, as an increasingly cognitively-intensive economy renders a growing portion of the population unemployable, what kind of future are we creating for ourselves? Do we even have one at this rate? And what of a morbidly obese population straining the resources of our beleaguered healthcare system past the breaking point? Does Adult Onset Diabetes Woke Pepsi-Cola have anything to say on the matter?

They do say that we should be “proud” of non-heteronormative sexualities/proclivities but not of our ancestors’ accomplishments. Smash the White male patriarchy but uncritically support an infinitely more repressive and regressive Islamic one. Be pro-globalist kleptocracy and function as the shock troops for the Establishment. Hasten your own civilization’s demise. Fetishize brown folks. On and on and circle the drain ever-downward.

The thing is, it is not just the relentless virtue-signaling of basically every major corporation that is at issue here; if homosexuality sells more Pepsi, then such a marketing tactic is obviously smart and profitable. The issue is the collusion both between the multinationals and the various tentacles of governmental bureaucracy and between the multi-nationals themselves in order to obliterate the age-old homelands of the Saxon and the Anglo-Saxon and the Egyptian Coptic Christian and the Syriac Christian. For those keeping score at home, despite the fact that Israel is almost entirely a “nation of immigrants,” and was illegitimately established in 1948, the Jews “have a right to a homeland,” but Britain, home to an uninterrupted genealogical line stretching back 12,000 years (and of which modern Britons owe approximately 80% of their genetic inheritance) and with a population still largely distributed along the same Anglo-Saxon kingdoms’ lines has always been multicultural. Egyptian and Syrian Muslims have carte blanche to rape and massacre the Christians in their own countries—and in ours. It is literal Nazism to support ICE, despite the fact that they work diligently to combat the now-$32 billion annual human trafficking business. Human trafficking in California is up 842% in the last decade. The cynic in me notes acidly the slave auctions in Libya, the slaughter of Christians in Syria, Egypt, and Nigeria, the White genocide in Rhodesia and South Africa, and eyes Progressivism, Inc. for its profit-margin-above-all ethos. To quote Peter Hitchens:

Globalization is all about wealth. It knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. Without borders the world will become—is visibly becoming—a howling desert of traffic fumes, plastic, and concrete, where nowhere is home and the only language is money.

I would gladly forgo being able to purchase strawberries in December or pay an extra dollar for produce due to higher domestic wages than sign my country away, but the incessant propaganda of the foreskin-less globalists over at Rothschild rag The Economist and elsewhere would beg to differ—unless it pertains to a little New Jersey-sized apartheid state in the Middle East. Israel is so not racist that, as Steve Sailer informs:

Between 1984 and 1991, Israel achieved a public-relations coup by importing tens of thousands of Ethiopians who claimed to be Jews. Over the last decade, however, Israel has been taking direct action to limit its Black citizens’ fertility…Also unsurprisingly, the Ethiopians have proved increasingly less popular with their Israeli neighbors, who have come to view them and their children as backward and crime-prone. Whether that is due to White Israelis’ racism or to the Blacks’ shortcomings is a matter of dispute…Most interestingly, since 2008 there has been evidence of a widespread resolve within Israeli society to drive down the fertility of its Ethiopian minority through forcefully persuading poorly educated Black women into accepting injections of the Depo-Provera contraceptive…In Israel, Ethiopian women have said on camera that Israeli immigration officials told them that they wouldn’t be allowed into the country without taking Depo-Provera shots. They claim to have been subsequently browbeaten into staying on the contraceptive. One study found that Ethiopian women account for 57 percent of all Israel’s Depo-Provera prescriptions…In contrast to Israelis, who obsess over demographics, Americans are never allowed to think about how proposed policies such as amnesty and guest workers will impact fertility, even though the current interpretation of the 14th Amendment grants instant citizenship to any child born in the US.

We are all sharecroppers now; how many of us actually own homes and property outright, and how many are trapped in thirty-five-year mortgages or simply pay rent every month? How many commute an hour-plus to escape the blast radius of all of that diverse cultural enrichment? Do you know why the levees in New Orleans broke during Hurricane Katrina? Not because of some nefarious White plot, but because New Orleans became a chocolate city and the Blacks simply stopped maintaining them. It is as simple as that. En masse they simply cannot be trusted to be stewards of our—or any—civilization. Left to their own devices, they do not create Wakanda, they create Haiti. Nevertheless, the toxic combination of excess self-esteem and constant anti-White provocations convinces Blacks and Browns they should be afforded privileges well beyond what they deserve, and Social Justice eagerly provides the Kool-Aid. Surely global disparities are the product of some nefarious collusion by Whites to clandestinely oppress the global coloreds they’re presently concerned with giving their country away to, right?

The unthinking mob, which flits from Two Minute Hate to Two Minute Hate, is forever at the mercy of mass media and the state-controlled carrot-and-stick. It is almost in foment and is incapable of forming a frame of reference outside the Idiot Box, and the message is relentlessly anti-White and anti-Western. Demographic warfare is just one tool of the globalist social revolutionists. As Lothrop Stoddard wrote in The Revolt Against Civilization:

A fundamental quality of destructive criticism is its glorification of the primitive. Long before it elaborates specific revolutionary doctrines and methods, it blends with its condemnation of the present an idealization of what it conceives to have been the past.

Rousseau was especially guilty of this in his idealization of the Noble Savage. We can see in this glorification of the primitive the Luddite impulse animating the cult of “climate change,” though only for the West as rapid industrialization and environmental degradation in China and India passes without comment. China is busy colonizing the entire planet and we are hung up on kneecapping our economies for the sake of one-tenth of a degree Centigrade. Trust me, given China’s record on not just the environment but human rights as well, this is not a positive development. But sure, let’s keep focusing on the Russian red herring.

I love the way Mark Steyn excoriates the bizarre and megalomaniacal delusions of the Left—“We can’t enforce the border, but we can turn down the global thermostat!” Blissfully unaware that glacier growth and snowfall are rising in Antarctica, that the Mini Ice Age from 1350-1850 resulted in the high point of glaciation, roughly coinciding with the advent of photography, and that climate change has defined Planet Earth for the entirety of its existence. Glaciers in the Northern Hemisphere are in fact receding, but it is a natural process that is unclear how much of which is caused by increased carbon emissions. My guess is not much, but this is of course speculative. What is not is that Barack Obama’s misguided attempts to curtail carbon emissions cost this country 125,000 jobs and $1.5 trillion dollars; Justin Trudeau’s pursuit of similar policies and suffocating regulation is crippling the Canadian economy. Conservation is very clearly a Eurowestern value. A quick glance at the rest of the globe confirms this, but modern liberals go ballistic over carbon footprints and get wet for cost-ineffective “green energies” while simultaneously ignoring the sheer volume of pollution and the abominable damage done to the environment courtesy of non-Western countries. For example:

The twenty worst cities globally for air pollution are: Onitsha (Nigeria), Peshawar (Pakistan), Zabol (Iran), Rawalpindi (Pakistan), Kaduna (Nigeria), Aba (Nigeria), Riyadh (Saudi Arabia), Al Jubail (Saudi Arabia), Mazar-e Sharif (Afghanistan), Gwalior (India), Hamad Town (Bahrain), Allahabad (India), Shijiazhuang (China), Karachi (Pakistan), Dammam (Saudi Arabia), Umuahia (Nigeria), Raipur (India), Kabul (Afghanistan), Ma’ameer (Bahrain), and Bushehr (Iran).

The nations with the highest levels of air pollution are: Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Egypt, Bangladesh, Kuwait, Cameroon, United Arab Emirates, Nepal, India, and Libya.

The nations with the lowest levels of air pollution are: New Zealand, Brunei, Sweden, Australia, Canada, Finland, the United States, Iceland, Estonia, and Spain.

The top five nations with the highest carbon dioxide emissions per capita are: Qatar, Kuwait, Bahrain, United Arab Emirates, and Trinidad and Tobago.

The nations with the most deaths from air pollution are: Turkmenistan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Egypt, China, Mongolia, Kazakhstan, India, Iraq, and Saudi Arabia.

The nations with the fewest deaths from air pollution are: Sweden, Australia, Brunei, New Zealand, Finland, Cameroon, Iceland, Norway, the United States, and Spain.

The twenty countries with the most polluted urban areas are: Pakistan, Qatar, Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Egypt, United Arab Emirates, Mongolia, India, Bahrain, Nepal, Ghana, Jordan, China, Senegal, Turkey, Bulgaria, Mauritius, Peru, Serbia, and Iran.

The twenty countries with the least polluted urban areas are: Australia, Brunei, New Zealand, Estonia, Finland, Canada, Iceland, Sweden, Ireland, Liberia, Japan, Bhutan, Norway, Malta, Portugal, Spain, the United States, Monaco, Malaysia, and Luxembourg.

According to the World Health Organization data spanning from 2008-2016, eleven of the twelve worst cities in the world for mean concentration of particulate matter in the air were in India, with the other in Cameroon. The majority of the top three hundred cities were found in China alone.

95% of the plastic waste that is choking our oceans comes from just ten rivers, eight of which are in Asia, while the other two are in Africa; among the primary offenders are the Yangtze River (727 million pounds of plastic waste per year), the Xi, Dong, and Zhujiang Rivers (233 million pounds), and the Ganges River, (1.2 billion pounds). China produces by far the most plastic waste that winds up in the world’s oceans—a whopping thirty times more than the United States!

(function(w,d,s,i){w.ldAdInit=w.ldAdInit||[];w.ldAdInit.push({slot:10817587730962790,size:[0, 0],id:"ld-5979-7226"});if(!d.getElementById(i)){var j=d.createElement(s),p=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];j.async=true;j.src="//cdn2.lockerdomecdn.com/_js/ajs.js";j.id=i;p.parentNode.insertBefore(j,p);}})(window,document,"script","ld-ajs");

Lithuania, Latvia, Russia, and the United States have the strongest environmental democracy laws, whereas Belize, Cambodia, and Jordan have the worst.

Countries such as Laos, Vietnam, Burma, Mozambique, Zambia, Indonesia, Tanzania, and Thailand are doing very poorly in their efforts to protect endangered species, as evidenced on the World Wildlife Fund’s scorecard. The demand for exotic animal parts, such as rhinoceros horn, is primarily driven by the Asian market, especially in China.

According to Yale’s Environmental Performance Index, the top ten nations in the world for environmental stewardship and conservation are, in order: Finland, Iceland, Sweden, Denmark, Slovenia, Spain, Portugal, Estonia, Malta, and France. The bottom ten are: the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Mozambique, Bangladesh, Mali, Chad, Afghanistan, Niger, Madagascar, Eritrea, and Somalia as the worst.

That whole global utopia without Whites? Try Ethiopia in 1984.

from Republic Standard | Conservative Thought & Culture Magazine https://ift.tt/2QD2NPl via IFTTT