Within the context of investigating the characteristics Western Warrior society, I thought it would be instructive to check in at the end of Caucasian time as the race essentially commits physical and moral suicide. When a fighter retires he suffers much dysfunction. Likewise, for a people who has devoted more generations to migratory strife, exploration and innovation than is ordinary for a people, to come to the edge of the abyss it seemingly excavated to provide a dash-can for its hopes and aspirations, must be a soul-crushing event, every bit as unsettling as a prizefighter going into senile retirement.
I personally think that Caucasian people tend to be soft on animals, and to be obsessed with endangered species, because, in their soul, they know that they are an endangered species. A sentient system of world government has to do away with organic, individualistic notions of compassion and institute mandated compassion-worthy foci for our human side. Frank’s exploration of this through touching examples, and his genuine humanity, is a crucial insight which I have long noticed but did not care to qualify.
The men I have known from Asia, Africa and the West Indies have absolutely none of the empathy for animals that Caucasians do. In light of the fact that Caucasians of antiquity and prehistory led the world in the domestication of animal species, there may be more to this than I ever considered. I just recall cringing when my Antiguan coworkers spoke about what they did with stray dogs. They would stuff them in canvas sacks, the n drag them onto a banana boat. Out at sea they would beat the sacked dogs with sticks and than through them overboard.
Frank’s concern for our suicidal race seems sincere to the point of being troubling. His selection of Caucasian hair as a point of discussion is interesting, as such characteristics do point at whites being the latest branch on the human family tree and also suggest that we are more prone to variation, which could have profound implications if humanity ever decides to get off of this planet.
I definitely intend to listen to Paul Raymond again and seek out his written work.
He: Gilgamesh: Into the Face of Time
I ran across this post by a former peace corp volunteer about Africans. It's very enlightening and may explain Negros in the US somewhat.
mpcdot.com/forums/topic/8316-raped-in-the-peace-corp-now-i-post-on-mpc/page__st__120
James, I will listen to this, I was taught to respect animals, we raised them knowing what the end result was, the tribes of Human beings, displaced as we all are, some white, not all, but some practiced humane acts if possible, we are removed from this in urban America, I still kill for meat, but try to do it quick as I can, have you ever been to a slaughter house, I have, try it, see the fear in the eyes of the victims for the day, they can smell death near. I would prefer to do it myself, I have a hunters heart.
I noted that this man was speaking of none-Caucasians belonging to mass societies.
Any one who has looked into the subject of totemic identity knows that primal people, pre-civilized people do not have a cold attitude towards animal kind. I am wondering, if the ease that our kind achieved and the fact that our men have gone five generations without having to fight for their homelands, somehow returned us to this attitude in an aberrant way. That is just a half-baked notion.
But he is not discussing any hunting people. keep in mind that hunting peoples have much time for leisure, were farming people do not. So, ironically, the killer of animals, due to his much more leisurely life, ahs more time to ponder things, unlike the 15-hour a day laboring agrarian slave.