…The typical day in a Kwan’s Life…
“I wake in the morning to not a thought in my head besides the drama my friends and I made the previous night. We did some extroverted act that only the few friends I have will ever know about it, but I perceive that my actions are groundbreaking. Before I pour my cereal and turn on the TV I check my phone for messages. There’s always someone that wants to share in my nothingness. The nothingness that is something based on how many movies, bands and or shows I like. If it wasn’t for the media putting a spotlight on what I need to like I wouldn’t know what I needed. I am an Amerikwan after all. Then I turn the TV on and avoid the serious stories because it makes me think conclusions about the world and that is what my parents do. I don’t want any of that just give me some rap music, or a new trailer to a Will Farrell movie I need to tell my friends about. My whole circle of believing comes from not breaking down my life and not defining what I think and whom I am the next day. I don’t know what I want, but I know I want everything.
I don’t have time for cereal, so I just pop something fast that was advertised with David Beckham. I shower and think about the Budweiser commercials that I saw the previous night at Krista’s house. I get my designer clothes that all the girls swoon for and all the men wish were their’s. I put my timberland kicks on, put some diamonds in my ears and bounce out of my crib. I drop my seat back and ride like all the rappers I have seen do. I envy their life it’s so much better than being a suburban White boy. I feel guilty about being White and all the shit we did to those black folks. We just did it cuz we were threatened by them being better athletes, musicians, and dancers. We put chains on them cuz we were jealous. Cuz we all know that in the 1800′s that those things were important that Whites were afraid of. I bump their superior cultured music out of my pimped out Honda Civic and I know them girls are looking at me as I roll. I stop at a red light and I get on my cellphone knowing that without people around to distract me I will start feeling lonely and I might actually think about that old man walking in the crosswalk; other than that dude is so old, I’ll never be like that. If something else crept into my mind at that given time I swear I would lose my mind. I blow through that green light and I’m calling up one my homegirls. I know I need to talk to someone right now. Oh shit, she’s not answering, so I text her a message while making a sharp curve. If I realized how fucked up this decision was I would be forced to realize that I ain’t got a plan for my soul or the idea that I even have one. Religion is something you get into when you are old like my parents, and no one I know is into that shit. Religion tells people to be good to each other, but they even mean to skinheads. I can’t be good to them, the media says they are more fo threat than terrorists.
I cruise into my bitch’s driveway and I pimp walk all the way up to her door and with a knock I’m in her crib. She’s got friends over and they are playing Call of Duty World At War. We start playing a multiplayer round and the girls are on Myspace, Facebook, and Twitter cuz they like to stay connected to their peeps even when the house is full of people that they could talk to. I start playing as the Americans or whatever and I start with my crew popping off heads of those Nazi punks. One thing I know in this world is that there ain’t nothing worse than Nazis. I have played every World War 2 game for every system and I can tell you when they cue the evil music they are telling me they are bad. I take to their message like a fish to a worm and when I see those goosestepping fucks I know that between these games and Family Guy that they are worse than demons. I don’t stop and think how much of a pawn I am to the media I take in or how I have surrendered my life to their agenda, but I do keep racking up a score that beats my friends’.
I sometimes think what this country would look like if we didn’t defeat Fascism in the 40′s, how we would be speaking German and how the country would be so boring. I couldn’t live in a country with that many guilty White people. Who would be entertaining us and giving us all those trends to follow? What would we be buying? I worry that we haven’t defeated it yet though, cuz a History Channel show I watched says that this country is on the beginning of new racial hatred. I worry about that stuff and then I go back and see what else the media says I need to collect. There’s always a new DVD special edition of a TV show that my parents watched, but don’t anymore, so it can be mine now. There’s always a dead celebrity like David Carradine that I need something that he made. When the newest Scarface DVD came out I laid a cool $40 bucks on it. I don’t seem to realize that everything I buy is thrown to the fire just as soon as I take the plastic off of it. When my friends stop talking about it I seem to lose interest in it, but just in time to buy the newest thing.”
America has no future, only a past. These kiddies have ditched religion for the bewildering consumption of material products. They buy, consume and die without ever really realizing that they have just sold their soul to Jewish media control. They have become cynical about everything except what the Jews say they should value. They spend a lot of their time killing fictional monsters in a video game, but they are anti-military. They have the same opinion of the military as the hippie Marxists from the 1960′s, but they are rebels. They would rather not be drafted into thinking something different about their social networking kingdom and mortality. They put everything else besides race, religion, military, media consumption and narcissism in flux, but have nothing to believe in besides buy, socialize, consume and die.
They are Amerikwa, the fallen generation that look up to the Greatest Generation that would say these Kwans are lost souls. Yet, if you have ever been around those greats they consume just slightly less media than these Kwans have. They share one definable thread, they fear death, but who else fears death; Jews. The Greatest Generation, which translated just means the greatest generation that ended Nazism, and kikes the biggest rockstars in the world. To contrast them to the World War 1 generation dubbed: The Lost Generation, because their war was long and ardent, but it didn’t have the conclusion of kikes being a world protected people. These Kwans only have history from 1945-now, just like VNNers. It’s World War 2 and everything afterwards.
As proven in all wars in America history, the Amerikwa needs a draft to galvinize the youth behind a cause that they can fight for, and perhaps die for. They need to take an active role in preserving the cesspool that they have designed for themselves. Why leave the gun toting rural hicks to preserve the fictional monster hunters, Marxist cartoon watchers and rampant buyers of consumer goods? It is important to note that the hicks that are serving this country are ridiculously caught in the same kike cycle of buy, consume and die. They aren’t the noble ones that Fox News likes to tote as heroes. Yet, there is no reason for the Kwans not serving to continue to live in utter existential obscurity, for they too need to fight for their Jewish controlled overlords. It would be the only thing that would pull them away from their frivilous choices to remain on the outside when everything they are is in the inside. No reason for the liberal kiddies to watch the hicks come home butchered and bashed, while they collect a gamerscore. The Kwans need to share a fate and it would be the first solidarity that these people have ever felt and it would make them better as people. Yet this is Amerikwa and life here will continue to mean only what media control tells them it is…
