My Lady, I have summoned Chainmail Jockstrap, or rather I tried. On the other end of the continuum I thought I heard wolves feasting and a mighty voice laughing as some sissy slave pens were relieved of their tasty meat...

I will do my best to make sense of your query.

Lynn Lockhart

Wed, Oct 21, 11:43 AM (7 days ago)

They guy gives his beginning lifts less than one minute into the video. 97lb deadlift and 45lb bench. He appears to be in his 30s and not to be suffering from any disabilities. I'm staggered that a healthy man could reach maturity with so little strength. The fact that one year of training has brought him to decent strength proves that it is not some systemic problem in the food or water. I think it must be an extremely sedentary childhood and adulthood. This is a guy that never gave a sibling or cousin a piggy back ride, or rode his bike up a hill or even walked up a hill, yet he appears fairly normal. What is going on here?

Miss Lockhart, I must confess to being a weakling myself, by almost all measures except for grip strength. At 143 pounds and 15 years I was my strongest:

117 dips

56 pushups

120 lb curl

145 lb snatch

155 lb clean and jerk

190 lb bench press

I shredded both shoulders at age 16 and by age 20 had wrecked my lower back, which had a deformity, scoliosis.

Now, 43-years later, I have to be very careful getting 60 lbs off the floor and running for a ground ball two days ago ruptured my left quadriceps. I am a gimp.

So, in a way I wonder at people with so much squandered potential and suggest that it comes down to mental weakness, which I think is a condition of our economic ethos, that to do anything with one's hands and to walk anywhere, is a humiliation. Try working with an American who owns a power tool, and you will spend more time finding the tool, getting extension cords and putting it away, than you would have used just using the manual tool.

I have been attacked hundreds of times for the crime of being white and walking. A white man on foot is a target for blew thugs, blick thugs and rednecks, who mark him as a failure in every way. I spent a few weeks chopping out a stump in an actual rural area of America and was viewed as an insane person even by men who work with their hands, for I was not using a machine, but an axe. These men were very nice and all offered to help me and then shook their head when I admitted to being insane and seeking exercise. Back in suburbia and the hood, I would have had sodas thrown at me by rednecks, gangs of thugs threaten me, cops question me about using the tool and doing a background check...

All this has happened to me for the simple crime of walking while white.

Booker T. Washington in Up From Slavery, noted over and over again with much dismay that he could not convince his people who came to the Tuskeegee Institute or their parents—especially their slave-raised parents—that it was a positive good to be able to make building materials and build a house. No, most all of these former slaves aspired to only one thing, to be a slave master, a managerial figure, polishing a seat cover and dressing to the nines while telling lesser humans what to do. I think this aversion, this religious dedication to lack of physical effort, from people killing one another over parking 20-feet closer to a retail outlet, to the TV remote, to drive-through windows in fast food establishments are nothing more than projections of our slave origins and our master aspirations. I see Plantation America clearly in the sloth that abounds all around.

As Richard Francis Burton once said, and here I paraphrase poorly, "A slave does not seek liberty, he seeks to be the owner of a slave."

Another once great slave society, that of the Greeks, was so averse to toil that they used slaves to perform oral sex, a habit the Romans seemed to have inherited in their own dastardly devolution from murderers to masters.

What is fascinating, is the focus on the body alone through instructed weight training and the maintenance of a weak mind [taking much procrastinating effort to maintain a slothful lack of discipline] even after the body has been stabilized. I do not care if you can deadlift a thousand pounds. If you are afraid to walk a block, I judge myself easily capable, even as I hobble weakly into oblivion of being able to stand up to you in combat.

Even when we seek vitality in this feedlot of souls it must not include combat ability, for the Great American Privilege has been, since I was a boy, the luxury of having the PIGs defend you and yours.

That is why the following news cheers the darker corners of my cold soul:

Mister, we could use a man like Frankie Rizzo again

12:16 AM (19 hours ago)

I used to alternately laugh and sneer at the English Bobbies and French flics who would flee from turd world mobs in cities built by and for Europeans. Never did I dream that AMERICAN PDs would adopt the same tactic (whether ordered to by the politicians or not). “Turning your back and lumbering away awkwardly” was just not in our use-of-force policy.

And if the “pigs” don’t want to be “fried like bacon”, then fuckin fight back!

The only word I can come up with is “shameful”.

Juan Stabone

I cannot view the links. But the prospect that more of my enemies—those lifelong hunters of my small pale ass—the Blick and the Blew are going at it, brings hope, that maybe this vile slave society will stop reinventing bondage and just collapse, bringing on an age of rapine, slaughter and yes, its crackpot time [news from the Rockies informed me of 4 degrees and snow yesterday] an Ice Age!

Planet Faggotron might be getting shut down!