Illegitimacy is the product of alien cultural subversion in the case of European Americans, while it is a return to the default state in muds. — Matt King
If a mudshark asked you to help her move, would you wag your tail “Sure! when do you want me there?” Or would you laugh, at least in your thoughts, as you politely blow her off: You like blak dik, blak dik can help you move. Cuckoldry takes many forms, but they all reduce to one thing: harnessing one man’s value in service to another’s seed.
Mentoring someone is one of the most satisfying things you can do. Here is an illustration. I headed a project that was considered a big deal. People in high places took active interest in its progress. A young man was assigned to assist me. He introduced himself and I was impressed. Right out of college, strong voice, respectful but at ease around top brass. Every high-quality 19-year-old girl in America needs to be locking him in.
I sent him out to do something that required him to make judgment calls. The result exceeded my expectations. Which was good, because I was responsible for the ultimate outcome, and what he did helped things move along nicely.
There are two key differences between a pro and a newb. One, the pro does things fast. Two, the pro effectively handles any complication that inevitably occurs, big or small, even a potentially catastrophic one, while barely breaking stride. There is always a workaround.
And a complication did happen. At the worst moment, something I had a routine backup plan for, but the backup plan was null because it too was affected by this unexpected turn of events. We were working late, just the two of us. He looks nervous and says: “Oh damn, we’re fucked…” My pulse was low and slow. Some part of me — mind you, I’ve been doing this for years — got giddy: Oh cool, a puzzle to solve! I thought for a minute and when I had the lay of the land, I told him: “We have two options. Plan A is optimal but not so certain. Plan B is sub-optimal but it’s a sure thing. Let’s start with Plan A.”
Plan A worked. The whole thing was a success. We shook hands and I expressed my sincere appreciation of his work. Later I passed a good word about him where it matters. He said “I learned a lot from you, thank you.” That’s what I mean about mentoring someone being one of the most satisfying things you can do. It can also be informal and involve minimal effort. For example, you can teach a kid how to throw a spiral.
But as I like to say, it’s not worth it unless it’s yours. Define “yours”?
I’ll leave that up to you.
As every boy sooner or later learns, life is not supposed to be easy. But the payoff is that with every bruise and accomplishment, you acquire value. And literally, the most meaningful way in which you can give life to your experience is through passing it on to your son. On another level, you are a member of a community. This means that your experience is part of the collective wealth: you have something you can teach someone who is worth your time.
And the passing along of that capital to someone you have no kinship with and whose face is not the face of your people is cuckoldry on more than purely metaphoric level. Especially if your labors are in service to a rival demographic. The system that seeks to replace our sons with theirs knows its assets, and you’re one of those assets. We have the Ace card.
Illegitimacy, as goes the quote at the top of this post, is both a boon and a liability for the globalist. Coloreds’ weak paternal instincts make them easy to control, perfect slaves. But those qualities go with defects such as incompetence, which is why the enemy eyeballs your attributes the same way it leers at a White woman’s ass: Will you give your Ace card to your replacement? They already flashed up a Great White Father example for you in Clint Eastwood’s “Gran Torino” character:
This (in)famous scene in Gran Torino titillated racists but something sat ill with me. It’s where Clint Eastwood’s character chased off a group of blacks who were intimidating a whigger and his Hmong girlfriend. And I figured out what it was: filicide.
It would have been better if Eastwood had told the boy to also get into the truck. After they dropped the girl off at her house, he should have said: “Son, you’re gonna help me change the oil in my Torino.”
They want you to mentor fatherless brown boys who should be in their ancestral countries and with their own fathers, not with you and not here.
See the ads below, not one depicting an older man passing his experience on to a boy who looks like he once did. So, assuming that these ads aren’t a front for something much more vile… barforama.