The life of the ant is the life of the Asiatic race.
A NEW world order is coming—with White Man as King.
The outcome of China’s rise in the 21st century is symbolized by the rise of Chinese women, and, this, at the very end, will benefit the White Man. The role of the Chinese men, due to its large numbers, general weakness and un-attractiveness to the opposite sex, will be much reduced. Aided with rising technology and lowering fertility rate, this trend will only increase in the coming decades.
The future of China is the current state of Japan: a new generation of men who will never know what sexual intimacy with the opposite sex feels like, whose only form of sexual gratification is obtained through pornography, and whose eventual demise comes through transgenderism, hormone replace therapy, and a lonely death in complete isolation.
The hivemind will control the lives of those Asian males. Unmanned surveillance drones hover in the sky, monitoring every move, artificial intelligence censors every doublethink of the mind, nanobots in the blood stream automatically corrects every unpleasant sensory signal to the brain …
White Man—Free and Regal …
It is clear to any trained observer, and even to the sociologically untrained, that a new attitude toward race has come over the world through the centuries, beginning just after the second World War.
And this struggle for supremacy will end in a new world order, with the white male as superior. The modern white man, who anticipates in merely superficial phenomena the debasement of his own race, is but a surface symptom of something deeper and more potent fermenting in the bosom of the superior white race.
The social subservience of Asian women to the White Man will naturally result in the partial atrophy or at the very least the hereditary suspension of mental qualities residing in that of Asian male and white female.
The Superior White Man is the Center of the World.
Where as the Asian female mind has demonstrated a capacity for all mental acquirements and achievements of Asian men, it will always fall short of the true creative genius of the superior White Man, and as generations of Asians seeks to achieve that capacity, interracial breeding between Asian female and White Male will be expanded; the average Asian woman is educated to endow and worship the White Man, so much so that even an average white man is considered godlike in her eyes, and then for the more highly educated Asian women, her dormant faculties will be stimulated to be all the more intense and powerful with the prodding of a White Man. For example: the mother to Eileen Gu graduated from the most prestigious university in China, went on to enroll in graduate studies at Stanford, and is instrumental in the grooming and education Eileen Gu, whose net-worth currently is 20 millions USD.
This new acquisition of new fields of endeavor by Asian women, their gradual usurpation of all power and leadership away from Asian men, will dull and finally dissipate all their feminine sensibilities toward the inferior Asian men, and will choke their maternal instinct to the inferior Asiatic race, so that marriage and motherhood to her own kind may become abhorrent; and the human civilization, thus naturally selected by the emancipated Asian female, will draw closer and closer to the perfect union, that is, to become purely dominated by Asian female and White Male.
The center of all Asiatic life is to breed out the type of daughter as Eileen Gu’s mother. She dominates the rest of Asians, not through hereditary right, but because she is the womb of this insect race. …
And in the eyes of the superior White Man, she will always be an insect.
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.
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9 thoughts on “WHEN WHITE MAN IS KING”
I’m a white king looking for my asian submissive slut and I think you’re just what I am looking and longing for
On Sun, Jul 24, 2022, 8:46 AM A Submissive East Asian Woman’s Dreams and
I like the way you write. Very poetic. I hope to meet more Chinese women who think like you.
Don’t forget that you live in an extremely racist (and sex-obsessed) “culture” …just cross the border here to Canada, and you’ll find a HUGE difference to how people from other countries/ethnicities are treated. That “culture” is the current world superpower because and only because my ancestors from 500 years ago were the first to (1) build ships that crossed oceans, AND (2) be heartless and cruel enough to enslave and exterminate entire civilizations wherever they went.
As a canadian french married to a beautiful filipina, i do understand how white people are worshipped almost everywhere in the world, how models, music stars, actors, especially female, are always the tall ones with pale skin, pointy nose and white-looking, even in central African countries, Jamaica etc. where the population is predominantly black. In her country i’m admired and treated like a rock star just because of my appearance… and to be honest it sickens me.
The entire planet is completely owned and controlled by maybe a dozen greedy, multi-billionaire abusive little shit bag individuals (mostly americans) that just want more money, more control, and more power – with zero regards to how much damage they’re causing to everyone and everything around them. This includes the almost totality of wealth, resources, commodities, but also media, culture, and communication – which they’re using fully to further propagate their extremely racist and xenocidal agenda with all kinds of psychological manipulation tricks.
Asian “culture” is worse in every regard… Your looks may be admired by naive Africans because it’s the first time they see such a man outside of TV, but the admiration that can come from Asians is only their slimy submissive attitude of whoever is from a higher caste.
There is no giving up to worship of appearance to go back to a more authentic culture for East Asians, because this superficiality and racism is built in their own culture for centuries. All their claims of Asian unity is a lie, and just look at them being at each other throats by now to realize Japan was not an accident.
You know, if your wife is Filipina, you know other Asians who pretend to fight for her rights secretly look down on her for absolutely no valid reason. They will speak about fighting racism and pan-Asian solidarity, but a Chinese man will have to fight Hell to marry a Filipina woman, regardless of her value as an individual. They force their own women to damage their skin through bleaching it, and mock whoever does not comply to their beauty standards, pushing them to suicide. The North-East Asian talking about the racism of the White man will and does scoff at the accusations of racism and other grievances of the Vietnamese Asian. The many Asian women and few Asian men (most men are scum) worth something that I met always were in mixed marriage with any other ethnicity, as they couldn’t keep living in that same regressive lifestyle after growing up in a Western country.
America may have a dark past and present, but America is bound to change and is already on that road. Asia is bound to Confucianism, a gerontocracy and collectivism like no other. And now China has its power-hungry oligarchs too…
Her fantasies aside, Jennifer here speaks like one of these many Asians gripped by the anxiety of living in their own stupidly racist and misogynist cultures, which is why I keep reading her blog.
You are right, we whites usually see asians as insectoids whose give birth to submissive women but weak and ugly males. That’s not a problem, whites know about their mission to genetically civilise the world like was done in the Americas and South East Asia, so it can and will be done again to better asians.
Asian women should reject asian men, and screen for males fetuses for abortion. Being an asian men right now means seeing your women with white studs while you die lonely and overworked. Their suffering should be aliviated before birth, just enough weak asian men to keep the production of submissive asian women going. In a short span of time insectoids will be better, thanks to the efforts of asian women and white men.
I’m surprised at how well you understand the New World Order, and how they’re using Feminism to artificially empower women to supress men. I’m a white, American, army veteran. What this French Canadian loser, “Vilid Idjit,” said in the previous comment, is the perfect example of a weak white man that has been psychologically brainwashed to hate his own people; he is what the Communists call, “a useful idiot.” He should change his name to “Village Idiot.” I can’t stand weak, feminine men like him.
Anyway, I got myself a beautiful and submissive Filipina who was a public school teacher, and now a housewife. She calls me Daddy, and calls herself Daddy’s Useless Whore. She was easy to train and is obedient, and I personally think all white men should exclusively only be with East-Asian women. Leave the useless white & black women alone; they behave more like men than women anyway, and are only good for one thing.
fuck off you racist arrogant piece of shit
Weak & Feminine.
The Chinese economy is overtaking the world. Despite all the fuss around competition, it is guaranteed by now that all the West combined will have to fight day and night to contain the explosion of Chinese startups allied to Eastern tech of Korea and Japan. The era where innovation was white seems to be over forever.
Still, on the human scale, the White Man is still king. Looking at the Canada interracial relationship dynamics is more than enough to prove that even when it’s not shameful anymore to be Chinese, the Chinagirl will still look for her Johnson rather than her Zhou. Even the women who do not like the Nordic features, such as green eyes and fair hair, will still hunt for White men of a more swarthy composition, such as Spanish or even Levantine men, who are more and more seen with Asian women. You’ll get on Instagram and see some Singaporean chick with her new Lebanese boyfriend, while her out of shape brother is too busy jerking off every morning to K-Pop. Black men themselves are not out of the picture, and tend to hunt for the SEA girls. How many of these ghetto azn queens can be seen with Black boys of a similar fashion and attitude?
Maybe it should be seen in the other way. The Asian Woman is Queen. She should be taken away, forcefully fucked and given the taste of pleasure her kind deserves. And she should have a respectable bodycount of White (or if she prefers, Black) men. It is feminity to be desired and fucked a few times in your best time.
The duty of the Asian woman is to remake the world through her body and her feminity, and the Yellow Fever is just a subconscious phenomenon of that task. Even the Asian women who hate on the nerds who dream of their yellow girlfriend secretly give in to white cock as private gossip teach us again and again. As for these angry Asian males crying about it, well, I am not sure the few Asian men who can fuck feel more kinship with their scrawny Asian brothers than with the White well-endowed man.