an epistemological proof of white man superiority

How superiority is manifest in men:

War and conquer are the only ways by which superiority in men, or masculine superiority, is manifest.  Everything else is barely tangential.

In terms of intelligence, certainly, the Jews are probably most clever, most cunning, but hitherto Jews have failed to occupy even just a tiny land mass for a nation state, whereas men of the Nordic European descent dominate the entire globe.  Jews, despite of all their stunning achievements in arts and science, engineering, literature, and just about any other European invented endeavor, are mere followers, imitators of the truly superior race; Jews still live in shadow and awe of those who dominate and conquer, whether it be the Greeks, the Romans, the Germanic conquerors, the Anglo-Saxons, or their White American saviors; despite all their creative genius, Jews are mere subjugates, slightly above the orientals, but far below the true masters of the world.

In terms of physical strength, African Americans are by far the most well endowed, but that also means they are quite inferior.  Certainly lions and cheetahs are physically more well endowed than African Americans, but those animals do not dominate the world.

White men, on the other hand, dominate the world’s food chain at the apex of evolution, above everything else, above every other human being.  How did it come to be?

What truly makes White man superior is his conquest, military conquest, to make no mistake about it. He conquered the world as no other human being has conquered the world before, not Alexander the Great, nor Genghis Khan; White man’s dominance is unheralded and unprecedented, and there is no non-White country or race that dare to wage war against the White man.  The downfall of White man will only come from White man himself.  No other man has the capacity to challenge him.

War, as the means of conquest, is, I’m afraid, the only way a man can be proven superior.  War is terrifying.  War is evil.  But war is that by which those who are genetically inferior are naturally deselected, eliminated, so that the genetically superior type can without hindrance propagate his superior genes.  War, as Machiavelli might say, is simply inevitable and will only be delayed to the advantage of your enemy.

Military conquest is inseparable from sexual conquest.

War is the evolutionary competition among males that separates that which is superior and most fit to breed and pass on his genes.  A cursory glance through history quickly reveals that only White men, men of the Northern European descent, have never been conquered by any other race and it is the only race that has come to dominate every other race.

Culture, civilization, inventions are important, but all palls in comparison to the psyche that is imbued in military conquest.

In summa: world-conquering.  If that doesn’t prove superiority, nothing will.

Another way masculine superiority is determined: female choice.

Any woman of any race, if given the opportunity, will not hesitate to choose a White man as her sexual mate.  It is a truth non plus ultra that all women prefer White men, and what’s more, that the most aesthetically appealing, most feminine, and most intelligent type of women–asian women–overwhelmingly prefer White men as sexual mates; this very fact, that asian women, the most highly prized and most sexually desirable females, not only prefer but even adore and cherish white men over their own men, speaks in volume louder than Stentor’s voice, proves in fact that White men are the most superior type of men.

Ipso facto, eo ipso, fas et lura sinut, White men are genetically, biologically, rightfully superior.


Author: jennifer suzuki

I have been a very confused—some might say very conflicted—girl ever since I can remember and I have always lived in a fantasy world of my own making. I was born in Japan, my mother is Chinese and my father is Japanese, and my father's mother or my grandmother was German Dutch, and I came to the United States as a teenager and lived and went to school in Maryland, and worked in New York. I lived in fantasy worlds since I was a teenager and I have always done so, sometimes so deep in my own fantasy I forgot my own identity. I no longer knew who I am. Physically I look more European than asian. My father is of mixed heritage—he has white blond hair, but he also has some distinctly Japanese features. On the other hand my features mostly resembled my grandmother, who was a full blooded European woman. Which was not something that really bothered me. Actually most modern Japanese look very European compared to the rest of asians. My father was a sadist, and my mother, on the other hand, was, in my opinion, a masochist with no self respect. Growing up, seeing my father beating my mother was almost as frequent as having dinner, and when not beating her, she was constantly being humiliated and degraded, like having to serve dinner to him naked on her knees or being tied to an utility pole only in her panties during the winter. At first I believed my mother was a victim, a unfortunate human being in the hands of a cruel evil man, but as I grew older I realized that it was my mother who enjoyed being treated this way. The initial realization made me feel she was a disgusting, perverted, sick person, but as I grew older I began to have the almost identical sexual fantasies that my mother lived and experienced through. I began to think that my mother was the luckiest woman on earth since apparently she had found a man who understood her desires and could give them to her. My dad studied and worked in America before, and during that period he desperately wanted to marry a white woman, and vehemently pursued several white women, but was unsuccessful. At the same time Japanese women were unwilling to marry him. Maybe because just like him they were looking to marry into the white race, or maybe because he had sadistic tendencies. Out of options he settled to look for a Chinese woman. Statistically, marriages between Chinese women and Japanese men have been quite common, and I personally knew quite a few couples just like my mother and father. Even here in America I knew several Chinese women who had Japanese boyfriends and those women were actually quite proud of having superior Japanese men as boyfriends. Japanese in general look much more European compared to other asians and I suspect it was the putative European appearance that attracts other asian women. Of course Japanese are not Europeans, no matter how much we try to become European, just as Jews will never be fully accepted as White Christians. I think Jews and Japanese have a lot in common. We were both persecuted by Europeans, the Jews by Germans, and Japanese by Americans, yet we both come to love our white Masters. Jews weren't officially considered white until very recently, and I think as time progresses eventually Japanese will be categorized as white in the future, though Jews and Japanese will always know that they are still inferior to their Nordic Masters. But as always the Jews will be Masters over the Arabs and the Japanese will be Masters over the rest of Asia. There is no other meaning to life, other than the degree of domination. I had an older sister who looked fully asian, as opposed to me who looked much more European. And ever since childhood I have always known for a fact that I was treated better by everyone else because of my distinctly European appearance. In school classmates would be hesitant to tease me because they always thought my father might be an American or an European man even though they knew my mother was Chinese but somehow they still were afraid of me solely because of my European appearance. The thing was that in Japanese naming system, my mother's last name automatically gets attached to mine, so for example, my name in Japanese would actually be "Suzuki Liu Jennifer", because my mother's maiden name is Liu; this way everyone would instantly know my mother is Chinese. On the other hand my sister was bullied almost everyday by upper classmates because she looked very Chinese. They made fun of her hair and clothes and told her that she looked like a Chinese pig and I had seen boys pulling down her pants and laughing at her for having a "Chinese vagina". I was a very young girl back then and I felt ashamed of having her as a sister so in school I didn't talk to her at all. When I was 12 years old, she committed suicide by hanging herself in her closet. I know this because I was the one who discovered her body. My parents would have never told me about her death if I did not saw her dead body by myself. And ever since her death a dark cloud formed over my head and throughout my teenager years I was constantly harrowed by thoughts of suicide. It was not until I was much older that I learned suicide is infectious and that had been why I was constantly thinking about suicide. The realization made me try not to think too much about death, but no matter how much I try I can never get her image out of my head. Sometimes I feel she still haunts me because I didn't talk to her in school. My parents divorced when I was 14 and I went to live with my mom in China for two years. Contrary to popular beliefs, I had never experienced any form of racism or discrimination against me when I was living in China. Most people assumed that I was an European girl and the aura of being European seemed to make me inapproachable, like the shield of Athena covering me from head to toe. Even when I was in school, when classmates would know my father was Japanese because of my last name, I had never really felt any discrimination, though I did feel they were kind of afraid of me. I had never realized how much being White meant until I was in America: the symbol of power, domination, and superiority that being White implies. Being White is being the entelechy of all that is beautiful, good and righteous. Which is strange because my nationality still is, in actuality, Japanese and as I grew older I started to look more asian. My hair has gotten completely dark and my looks started to resemble my mother's. I used to have very light-colored hair, but I just felt fortunate that I do not look fully asian like my sister was. When I saw this image [of a naked asian woman kneeling next to a black furred dog] in a Japanese SM magazine a few days ago, all of a sudden I remembered seeing my mother in a similar position when I was maybe just 5 or 6 years old. It was not a pleasant experience; it was an extremely scary and traumatic experience, and growing up I heard constant moaning and muffled screams coming from my parents' bedroom. Every evening was a nightmare to fall asleep. But knowing that many asian women were treated the same way as my mother had been treated somehow made me feel better about my own family. At least my parents were not as weird as they seemed, and while growing up I had gradually come to realize that many asian girls have the same masochistic tendencies as I do, but many were just very shy and wouldn't admit their secrets. So it seems there are many masochistic asian women out there who thrives on been humiliated and degraded just like the girl in this image; I don't know why but this image made me feel kind of normal. I have lived in the States for nearly ten years now and I have not talked to my parents, who had divorced, for several years, especially to my mother whom I had some very severe arguments with over the years, especially when she remarried after she went back to China. I was more fond of my father though I haven't really talked to him that much either because he too had remarried. Despite all the mean things I had said about my dad, he was always very gentle with me and never beat me. He beat my sister and my mother but never me and I suspect he was much more gentle with me because of my more European looks. I felt their divorce was a punishment for me, as if they had abandoned me and I never felt comfortable with either of them or their new spouses, whether it be in China or in Japan. My mother's new husband was a very cruel and domineering white man living in China and he never treated me with the same special treatment I received from my dad. And I remember one time when I went out with him people on the street mistook me for his wife and I felt so disgusted I never wanted to go out with him again and then he would yell at me and yell at my mom. I am glad to have gotten out of there. And my dad ... well let's just say I couldn't bear to coexist with his new wife either. The last time we talked was already 3 years ago. This image had brought back so many long forgotten yearnings. I miss my sister and my parents. The memory of my sister and my parents started to fade away, like wavering forms they passed before my clouded sight; their images have become a blur rise about me out of mist and cloud; their faces, and their figures have become shades of phantoms; I wanted to hold you close to me in that blessed fleeting moment when you reappeared to me in my dreams. If only I possessed the strength to draw you near. I wanted to forever remember you—you bear the images of happy days; your airy smiles still stir youthful tremors in my breast—but my memory faltered. It would have been simpler if I were already dead. I would never be seized again by those long forgotten yearnings. I shuddered at those thoughts; and a tear draws other tears. Crying is my only form of release; through crying I am channeled to the solemn and silent world of spirits; crying is my whispered prayer that lingers in a vagrant tone. I have no one to talk to. I live in solitary confinement. I have been driven to madness even though physically I stay put. My life—full of dolor, pain and suffering. Sometimes I wish I could end it. The only reason I continue to live is for otherwise I lack the courage to carry out that final act, to take me beyond and step into the unknown. It is so much better to have been never born at all, or at least to die an immediate death. How sweet and wonderful death would be. My dear Aya, I am so very sorry! A vast space of nothingness in the empty universe fills my heart. Everyday of my life I live in terror because of you. A family dog Growing up, I always felt lonely. My family dog was my only companion. He was a slightly larger than a medium sized dog, with grey and dark fur, and a nozzle that resembled a wolf. He was so cute, so adorable, and he was my only friend. I often played with him in my desperate attempts to communicate with another living being, like Madame Bovary sitting by her fire place in a melancholic longing for escape. I want out!, out of this nonchalant prison of thoughts, out of this cruel alienated society, out of these mind forged manacles whose clanking I hear like looming madness; the marks of domestication on their faces, marks of psychological slavery, marks of intellectual death; they are mere automatons, inanimate objects, so lifeless like straw men, hollow men, stuffed men. I can't bare to look at those miserable beings' faces. In a domesticated dog I see more humanity than the entire humanity. If only my family dog can take me away! And I will elope with him to a happy place, where there is no more sorrow, no more dread, no more cold metallic prison walls of the mind. My family dog was my only friend, and he was my only confidante. To him I entrusted all my deepest secrets. Sometimes I wished I was a dog: no more worries, no more sadness, no more consciousness, no more thoughts, just the need to satisfy my most basic instincts, lying by my owner's feet, worshiping him and completely dependent on him. Sometimes I wish I could have another dog just like the family dog I used to have in Japan. And he will be my husband. I will belong to him. I will be his bitch. I will obey him, crawl under his belly, gently caress his furs with my soft hands, and please him like I would please my husband. And he will be my beast and I will be his beauty. Albeit he will be a gentle beast, always so obedient to me, and yet always so much more aggressive, and animalistic; he will protect me from harm, with his sharp fangs and naturally endowed muscles for chasing down his prey; and yet he will honor me and obey me like a lover would. He will never be jealous, never be angry, as long as he is fed and watered. He will be my best friend.

One thought on “an epistemological proof of white man superiority”

  1. White, American male here. Lived in Asia for 12+ years. Very familiar with hierarchy of sexes and potential mates. It is as you say. Came across your blog through other channels. Interesting reads. You are a slave to sexual desires and physical pleasures. You fail to control this. Not a judgement, just a fact. This is not freedom. It is slavery. Freedom comes with discipline. No society ever conquered b/c they were degenerate. J.D. Unwin makes this clear. All civilizations fall once certain degrees of sexual and perverse ideals are encapsulated. America’s time is over. More disciplined nations will rise, be it China, Saudi Arabia, or others.

    Men can and should be better. The men you speak of are weak in mind and spirit. They can not control their desires either. They live in sin and pleasures of flesh instead of spirit. I am guilty. Men lead, women follow. Depravity in women is a direct result of man’s doing. Jew or otherwise. i.e. Feminism and porn. Our races are direct results of genetic engineering of even superior races than ourselves. White men are a product of the Adamic gene. Ancient, Illyrian, cosmic, divine. This gene has been under attack for thousands of years but remains too strong to depart from its original source. Therefore, other methods are utilized such as cultural dilution. This is why western countries are encouraged by world powers to be invaded by lesser races. I prefer Asian women. I will not breed with them. I practice retaining my seed because it is divine. Discipline is what makes men great.

    You are not lost. It is no fault of your own. The forgiveness of divine, cosmic being is always in you. As Jesus said to his disciples, “…And on that day you will know that I am in my Father, my Father in me, and I in you.” Religious or not, your consciousness relives your experiences on Earth to experience multiple lives and even to correct its past wrongs. God forgives when you decide to forgive. God is love. Love is everything. Love is truth. Truth is absolute.

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