White man and asian woman: the new master race

It was postulated thousands of years ago by Aristotle that peoples of Europe were generally full of spirit, but lacked in intelligence and skills, which was the reason they remained comparatively free but attained no development. On the other hand, the peoples of Asia were endowed with skill and intelligence, but deficient in spirit, which was why they were still people of subjects and slaves. To Aristotle, the Greeks, being geographically in between Europe and Asia, were the people best suited to attain highest political development, and to govern every other races, being the combination of European spirit and Asiatic skill and intelligence. But it came not to be. By 146 BC, Greece fell to the hands of Roman conquerors and to this day has yet to achieve again its ancient glory.

On the other hand, there is a new master race beckoning on the door of human evolution, one that combines the noble spirit and dominance and freedom of Europe, and the skill and intelligence and submissiveness of Asia, as Aristotle postulated, a people most fit to govern all other races. And it took human evolution nearly two thousands years to finally attain the point where such cross-breeding to produce a master race possible, and it is so close at hand.

Whereas the white man continues to be the most dominant type, the asian woman, as his submissive subjugate, will complement him in his rule, as his royal subject, to assist him in governing all other inferior races and peoples, and also to receive his seeds for breeding and disciplining a new master race to rule over the world. The final coming of the true master race that surpasses all other races as much as gods and heroes once surpassed mortals in Greek mythology is at hand!

The ecstasy, the pleasure and the joy of being impregnated by a white man–it’s like a dream, like a flying unicorn taking me to empyrean realm of bliss, a river of happiness constantly flowing into my being and my heart is filled with joy every minute, every hour, every day.  It is the most wonderful bliss on earth that only a woman knows when that you are fulfilling your destiny.

White man and asian woman: Sermon on the mount

Some angry asian man has said that white men and asian women couples are evil. Really? We are evil? Are we more evil than the asian men who kill millions of asian women every year? Every year, in China, millions of asian girl infants were killed purely due to the fact that they were girls. Every year, tens of thousands of asian women were tortured to death by asian men. Lest we forget, every year, millions of asian women still writhe under the tyrannical rule of asian men right now in Asia, in China, in North Korea. And yet! How dare you say white man is evil? If he be evil, then he is evil for killing asian men in order to save asian women.

Do you call evil:—A white man who kill evil asian men to save innocent asian women? Do you consider it an evil to kill Satan and his demons?

Is it really too far fetched a sentiment considering how evil asian men have been in abusing and mistreating asian women? By killing evil asian men, White men saved those tortured asian women.

Let those who have ears hear this.

When the White man saw the mass suffering of asian women, he went up to the mountaintop and spoke thus to those poor figures of weeping willows:

Blessed are those asian women who recognize they are poor in spirit, for the kingdom of the White man belongs to them.

Blessed are those asian women that mourn because their asian husbands have been killed by white men, for the white men shall comfort her. Blessed are those asian women who hunger and thirst for white men’s semen, for they shall be fulfilled. Blessed are those asian women who had been persecuted by asian men, because the kingdom of White men belongs to them.

An asian woman is the earth’s salt, but if the salt becomes tasteless, wherewith shall it be salted? It’s henceforth good for nothing but to be cast out and to be trodden under the foot of men. Behold, asian women who reject White men are like salt that has become tasteless.

An asian woman is the light of the world, and her purpose is to let the light of White man shine through her and she shall speak unto all humankind: “I shall bear a white man’s child!”

Think not that asian women have come to abolish the white race. Nay, but she has come to fulfill the white race, for till heaven and earth pass, not one drop of precious white semen will be wasted by asian women. And whosoever wastes a White man’s semen shall be punished most severely.

White men have saved asian women’s lives, and being graceful to white men is the least asian women ought to do.

Is it wrong for an asian woman to be a white supremacist?


Some think that white supremacy as an idea stems from colonial mentality, but that is a socially constructed hypothesis and actually quite wrong-headed, because preference for white appearance has existed throughout all cultures and all civilizations and this preference long predates the rise of Europe. Ancient cultures such as the Arabs, the Jews, the Egyptians, the Chinese, the Japanese all overwhelmingly prefer men and women with light skin. The Romans used to smear chalk on their bodies to make themselves appear white. Preference for white skin is even predominant among black-skinned Africans, dark-skinned Indians, and brown-skinned south asians.

White has since the dawn of mankind been associated with all that is holy, clean, chaste, pure, enlightened, in essence, all that is good; whereas black has always represented darkness, ignorance, dirtiness, uncleanness, in essence, evil.

If someone truly want to re-engineer humans to prefer black over white, then I suggest that we ought to start calling white people black and black people white, because the very word “white” denotes all that is good and positive, e.g. “a white lie”, whereas the very word “black” denotes all that is bad and negative, e.g. “a black heart”.

People do not fully appreciate just how much white men had changed this world for good. Just imagine this: in ancient times all civilizations discriminated against women, homosexuals, minorities. Modern white countries are the only ones that forbid discriminations based on gender, race, and sexual orientation. Does this act alone not make white men superior?

The very fact that white men are much more tolerant of those evil people of inferior races and that white men overwhelmingly denounce the idea of white supremacy show just exactly why white men are indeed morally and spiritually superior to all other races on earth. For without the leniency of white men, people of every other race would have still been slaves living under tyranny. The fact of the matter is that white men freed all mankind from nonage, from darkness, from tyranny and white men gave democracy to all and made everyone equal. Does this very act of greatness alone not make white men superior, does this very act not make white men gods? White men saved humankind from themselves. White men are kind, magnificent, gentle and yet strong; white men are the most intelligent men and their superiority is a priori.

Therefore, let me, an asian woman, unabashed, say: “I am an asian woman and I am a white supremacist.”

“I will forever be in debt to white men who saved me from asian tyranny and I will forever worship white men with all my heart and all my soul, from eternity to eternity.”


The herald of a new age

I have spoken, with the voice of Stentor, for the voiceless, the silent, vast multitude, the millions upon millions of suffering east asian women who toil and moil under the tyranny of effeminate asian men. I scream: we yearn for freedom! We yearn for white men’s salvation! For we are willing to be your sex slaves, as long as you deliver us from this region of Hell called Asia. Save us White men!

The herald of a new age in which the dirty little asian men shall be eliminated, in which the eternally blessed white men shall live in harmony with asian women for thousands of years to come. The great noontide. It is near.

My parents actually encouraged me to only date white men

When I was about to come to America to study, my mother told me to actively look for “good white boys who will be nice to you”. She was a firm believer in the superiority of white men because she had been so disappointed by all the asian men. My biological father, still living in Japan, was strangely similarly adamant that I should be looking for a white man to marry. He always wished he were white himself and he said he wanted to see me bear him a white grandson. I have no connection with my father’s new wife. On my mother’s side, my stepfather, who is white and live in China although I have never really liked him—when he learned I was about to go to America—encouraged me to find myself a nice white American man. Sometimes I feel I carry the hope of my entire family with me and I would disappoint all of them if I fail to find a white man to marry.

It was even more than that. I carry with me the fate of an entire race that wants me to mix my inferior asian genes with the white genes so I can produce mixed children. This way, they think, the white men will become weak and slavish just like asians. Sometimes I am very conflicted as well. There is the theory among Chinese that once White people become mixed with genetically inferior asians, they would be less aggressive and more submissive just like asian men. The Chinese did that to the Manchus and Mongolians, so they think they can do the same to White men.

Sometimes I feel ashamed of myself because I seem like a trap. I don’t want White men to become asian men, but I also realize that by mixing blood with me they will become weak, effeminate, just like asian men. Is it wrong for those devious Orientals to do that, to plot against White men like my parents did? Perhaps after all they merely wanted me to have a better life than they did. Though they know deep inside their conscience that the asian race is inferior to the white race (to my mom and dad the white men are like gods on white stallions wielding the sword of justice and vengeance), they still wanted their daughter to be with white men just so she can have more face, and to be protected by white men, to be loved and cherished. Is it wrong for them to think this way?

Sometimes I feel I might crumble under all this pressure. I feel I am so alone in this world, so isolated, so alienated, so powerless to fight all the constant expectations and formless assaults of the mind. I only wish a White man would have simply kidnapped me, ravished me, and kept me as his asian sex slave, so I can fulfill both my duty of giving birth to White babies, and satisfy my parents’ wish of being betrothed to a White man. It would have been simpler in ancient times, but now we have freedom … the freedom to be split in half under the constant stress and maddening loneliness, the freedom to be direction-less, hopeless, meaningless in a vast empty universe of which one feels like a stranger to the whole universe.

It’s been three years and there’s still no word of engagement

For the last few years, my life, though comfortable and affluent, has been very boring and lonely. Everyday I go to work, come home, watch TV, read books, and wait for my boyfriend to call me. On weekends and holidays I spent time with my boyfriend at his place. No, we don’t live together because he works in Boston and I work in New York. On the outside I still want my boyfriend to think of me as a very traditional, reserved type of girl, and I had never told him that I used to work as a prostitute in Japan because I feel he simply wouldn’t be able to accept that. It was not actual prostitution and more like escort. I don’t know how to explain it but a lot girls in Japan do it. I have quite a few girlfriends who are now doing porn or nude modeling and sometimes I envy them, because it looks like so much fun. I consider myself a very attractive woman and I feel my beauty is been wasted away if no one appreciates my beauty. But, on the other hand, I don’t want to be like that. There’s this part of my brain that wants me to be traditional, because I grew up in a very broken family and I didn’t like it a bit. I want a stable relationship, a traditional relationship but I guess that has become rarer than endangered species. And there’s this thing about my boyfriend’s always wanting to wear a condom even when I tell him he doesn’t have to wear one. He’s extremely afraid of getting me pregnant. One time I almost blurted out about my past experience as a prostitute; I almost said: “Even when I was working as a prostitute in Japan my customers didn’t wear condoms.” I didn’t really say that but I felt the words were at the back of my throat. Not using a condom feels a lot more natural and more comfortable. My sex life with my boyfriend isn’t even better than when I was a prostitute. I kept on calling myself a prostitute because I don’t know what the exact English word is for what I did. It’s actually not considered prostitution in Japan and though it can lead to sex. A lot Japanese girls do it and it’s really not that big a deal.

And then there’s the fact that I simply hided a lot things from him. He never knew I had a sister who committed suicide when I was a teenager. If I told him that, again, I just don’t know how he would react. Maybe he would think I need to see a psychologist. I feel the problem is really cultural, because so many people commit suicide in Japan it’s really not that uncommon to find a relative hang dead inside a closet or from a ceiling. When I say in English, it sounds so strange.

I mean, he is very keen on asian culture, but what he understands as asian culture is really like Chinese food in America; his understanding of asian culture, or Japanese culture for that matter, is his Americanized, abridged version of asian culture and so he doesn’t really understand me. I see a lot of interracial couples in New York but I actually don’t know any of them personally and I don’t really know how they deal with cultural issues. Sometimes I have this sneaky suspicion that a lot of them are mentally ill because they actually seem to resent one another and their relationship is based more on hatred than love. My relationship with my boyfriend is more sincere, I feel, because we are both highly educated and we are about the same age. Well he is actually ten years older than me but that’s really not that much an age difference. It’s probably the first time I have spoken seriously on my personal relationship for a long time because I have been feeling really terrible for the entire last year. My mom kept on harassing me, calling me and telling me that I should marry a white man and I am really starting to resent her attitude. So she thinks she can decide who I should date. Maybe I will date a black man just to piss her off. Though I am definitely never ever going to date an asian man. And I was just kidding about dating black man.

The reason I only date white men is partially because of my dad: because my dad knows what it means to be white and he really wants me to be with a white man. He says that that is the only way I will ever be accepted into the American society. He really loved me and he said the only way I will ever become an American is by dating a white guy. He was once a student at an American college and he told me he knew what it’s like being asian in America and he doesn’t want me to have that experience, and the only way that I am guaranteed a comfortable life is to date a white man. And he told me to never ever date any asian man in America: no Korean, Japanese, Chinese, none of them. He said those asian men in American are unheimlich freaks. They might look asian on the outside, but they have no idea what being asian even means, because to us, Japanese, the word asian doesn’t mean anything. It’s an invention, by the Americans. No Japanese would ever go out one day and call herself an asian. It’s just an invention, by those stupid Americans. My dad really loved me and he told me I must only date white men “so you can bear wimpish children for them and they will become weak and slavish, and only then the Japanese have a fighting chance to revenge against the Americans.” It was, he said, the grand strategy of Japan. And I must learn to not only humble, but to humiliate, myself before Americans, so they can become arrogant and self-satisfied. That’s really what my dad told me. I don’t know if it sounds absurd but that’s what he said. Well, in addition to his advice, I have my own reasons for only dating White men.

On the other hand, I have always resented my mother. I feel all my problems were caused by her. She ruined my life and she killed my sister and just recently she brought into the world yet another baby girl with her new husband and I am so ascertain that she is going to kill her as well.

Sometimes I just wished I had a really close friend with whom I can share the most sordid details of my life and tell him or her—most likely a him because I don’t trust girls, girls gossip too much—all the secrets I have been hiding under my bed. The cruel fact of the matter is:—I don’t have any friend. I have mere acquaintances, girls who I go out with once in a month, colleagues whom I see in the hallway and I nod and smile and pass them by, friends on facebook that I haven’t talked to in five years or more. I don’t really have any friend except for my boyfriend, and I am so lonely. Sometimes I wish I can have a friend with whom I can get drunk and tell him or her “god I really hate Chinese people” or “those niggers are so ugly.” I feel so repressed I wish I can speak freely.

Although I am half-Chinese myself, I can tell you very honestly that I don’t really like Chinese people. I like Japanese a lot better than Chinese. Maybe it has to do with my dad. Here’s the thing about my dad. My dad is really not a bad person. He is always so gentle to me, and he has been very loving to me ever since I was a little girl. I know what he did to my mom but, and I know you wouldn’t believe me if I say it, my mom was playing the victim card, has been and still is playing the victim card. The entire Chines race has been playing the victim card and they are so arrogant and really just stupid. If anything, my dad is the victim. She knew full well how sadistic my father was and she was fully consensual in all that happened to her. She just wanted my dad’s money. That was all she wanted. And yet she brought me into this world, and she thinks I can be her money whore as well. She thinks I can bring her status in front of her relatives because I am mixed blood and I looked white-ish but in private she is so cruel to me. She never loved me. My dad, on the other hand, really loved me.

Chinese in general are evil and extremely arrogant. That’s what my life experience tells me, through my personal experience with them in America, in China, and in Japan.

At work I never tell anyone about my Chinese heritage. I only use my father’s last name so everyone only knows that I am Japanese and sometimes I get mistaken for being Russian or European.

There’s this really funny thing about my boyfriend is that he’s completely smooth everywhere. It doesn’t turn me on at all. I can’t bear a man having no body hair but he loves it! It’s disgusting to me but he loves it. And he loves anal sex which I am just not that fond of. I love bondage and I let him tie me up but he doesn’t seem that interested. And there’s really no intensity to it. The whole thing seems so fake. I am not really kidnapped or being tied up like a sex slave. It’s all make-belief like little kids playing silly games. There is no real excitement in my life and there’s no romance, no knights charging castles, no damsels in distress, no human-devouring monsters. There is just the dull throbbing numbing pain in your ass like after your boyfriend forced you to have anal sex.

Which is another thing I don’t get about Americans. Why do they like anal sex so much? Everyone seems obsessed with anal sex. Why did God give a woman the vagina if you are not going to use it? I mean, I am okay with anal sex, but I never really understood why.

So we have been together for three years now and he is still not telling me when we are going to get married. He absolutely loves Japanese women and he really loves me as well. His father is re-married to a Japanese woman and he said his father told him that marrying a Japanese woman is the best thing in the world. And he shows me off to all his friends, relatives, and coworkers, telling them how lucky he is, how beautiful I am, and how wonderful I am in bed. Even though I never enjoyed any of the sexual acts he did to me, I always did everything he asked me to and I thought I faked my orgasms pretty well. I never even complained when he went on business trips to Asia and I knew he was cheating on me with other asian women but I never even cared because those asian women are probably not as pretty as I am. He always lies to me telling me that he’s been completely royal to me but I know when he lies. I just choose to pretend to believe him. And he doesn’t know any of my secrets. He doesn’t know about my family history. He thinks I am a very traditional pure bred Japanese woman.

So I am just wondering when the engagement is going to come.

Being alone gives me time to think

Though it’s not always happy thoughts that first come to my mind. It’s always the thoughts that I wish I could avoid, the kinds of thoughts that I have tried so long to forget. So what is it like to remember what I wish rather to forget? What’s it like to dissect a cadaver and slice open all her entrails and let all the mess falls out of the operation table? That’s what it feel like. A daily battlefield inside me, full of dread and terror, full of un-erasable images of gruesome yesteryears. What can ever heal those festering wounds?

Why I enjoy being tortured and humiliated

Actually a lot women enjoy it. I know a few, though most are too timid, or too scared, or too brainwashed to admit. And most importantly, it’s private, and no one would never even mention it in a polite conversation, but a majority does enjoy, secretly, in dimmed light, behind locked doors. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if some weak men enjoy that too. There is nothing wrong with “it”, that which has no name, that which no one dares to utter in public. Because there is something inherent in a human being’s desire to submit, to be punished, to be enslaved. Perhaps that is why slavery is so appealing to so many. Human beings need to belong, and in their needs to belong, they need to be subjugated, they crave to be tortured and humiliated by their master. The master is a rarer and much finer bred human being. Most of the alleged, supposed, putative masters do not nearly have the strength or the capacity to be masters. A master is destined by his genetic superiority, or he is a genetic anomaly which makes him more powerful, more intelligent, more adaptive, and more resilient. He proves himself through leadership, conquest, war, governance, rape, murder, and arson. He is a superior type, and he propagates his superior genes through conquered women.

I wouldn’t be surprised if all asian women actually want to be conquered. In her humiliating defeat, she is impregnated with superior genes and she is blessed with superior children who are a little more fit to survive. It might take generations, millenniums, and even billions of years—but what are 9 zeros in the vast infinite span of time and universe? Blinking of an eye—to improve this creature, to become superior, to become more intelligent, more powerful, and to become … the ultimate goal, to become god. Modern humans are still too far away to observe their own evolution.

In my tortures I feel emotive catharsis; in my submission I feel fulfilled; in my humiliation His will is done—the natural order of the universe is once again restored and by acting through me, I have created my inner peace, my little paradise and my little adorable God, my child.  I love being tortured, and I am unashamed to say it, because I know a higher order has planned my torture.  It is something beautiful. It is the will of life acting through my suffering.


Freedom:—What is freedom? A word repeated ad nauseam. And yet everyone is shocked, shocked!, when she realizes that the Arabs and the Muslims have an entirely different understanding of the word freedom. What is freedom? No one dares to utter the all apparent truth, as everything else is under the dome of Roman Empire. To speak the truth is to be chastised, through alienation, imprisonment, torture and death, being committed to a mental asylum or being ostracized as “ignorant” (ignorant of what?) and ultimately thorough reeducation and lobotomy until one is a mere shadow of one’s former self, nothing but a drooling vegetable, incapacitated, and dis-invigorated; and to lie, on the other hand, is to be honest and truthful: thus speaks the state—and no less than the most powerful state entity on earth that speaks, and who dares to disagree, to be nailed to the cross, thrown onto the pyre and burned alive like a witch in Puritan New England.

Freedom is submission. Freedom is tyranny, is realizing one’s order of rank and to submit to the higher will. For Muslims, their freedom is to serve Allah, and for Christians, their freedom is obey the words of God, and for western liberal progressives, their freedom is to mindlessly repeat:”we are all equal. We are all equal. We are all equal. Racism is bad. Sexism is bad. Discrimination is bad. Freedom is a human right of everyone.” Anyone dare to disagree! Freedom is to force everyone in the world to submit to your will, which you preach with the same Evangelical zealotry that you did 200 years ago, and everyone to be mindlessly and tirelessly enslaved by your mind-forged manacles and forced to repeat:”I am free!” Freedom is slavery.

Your freedom forces your enemy to become your slaves, yet at the same time being called brave, “good”, and emancipated. Yes! I am so free! I am finally free now to adopt to your world values, to practice your religion or to join your secular progressive utopia and to be free!, to become a slave to your world order of “against tyranny, against dictatorship”, freedom for everyone, democracy or tolerance for all, “say no to racism”, (and dare anyone ask, what is racism?), and finally, repeat!, I am free! Free to join, to love, not hate (whoever on earth first invented the fission of love and hate deserves a Nobel prize in physics!), to celebrate, to strive for freedom for all. Free! Free at last, free at last!

Tortured soul, injured soul, tamed soul—you call freed, liberated, emancipated soul.

Equality and freedom are inherently good, never bad; equality and freedom are something that all human beings were universally born to pursue, to strive, to yearn for; those are ordained by God, a Christian God no less, a Jesus or a Paul perhaps, laying tributes to the corpse of your God. Alas, thought crime now I commit. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts. How dare a slave to question your wisdom.

Examples of freedom

The self imposed censorship, the politically correct mind forged manacles, the implicitly assumed Christian moral value judgement disguised as western secular progressivism, the mind bugling laws and ethics, and all the social engineering and mind control, you know, just your typical freedoms.

What do we mean by freedom really then?

The word freedom has basically become meaningless, but if one really has to ask then, whenever I hear the word freedom in America, what I am really hearing is power. Power is what Americans really mean by freedom. But what power has hitherto really brought is nothing but more resentment and hatred, anger, and slavery of the mind and thought, and, lastly, power will not give you freedom.