Exposing the Subtle and Blatant Ways in Which the Media Seeks to Denigrate, Humiliate, and Ultimately Exterminate People of European or Caucasian Descent, One Image at a Time.
Showing posts with label black men shown as smart. Show all posts
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Media works on us so subliminally. Sometimes the more innocuous images are more harmful because like a stealth aircraft they fly under our radar, our Anti-White Media early warning system, and before we know it miscegenation-bombs are being lobbed into our psyche.
You'd think I would be able to do something simple like pay my student loans online without being preached to about the inevitability that my daughter will one day bring home an Afro-Hispanic guy, and that I should be ok with that because he will be a smiling Afro-Hispanic guy and be able to help my daughter with her bills.
As an addendum to yesterday's Anti-White comment by Lawrence O'Donnell, we present you with this fine work of Anti-White Media from the Miami Herald.
Attention White Voters: this is how O'Donnell and all the Liberal Media Elites see you.
This is yet more evidence that they think you are, en masse, ignorant hicks.
Here the president, the black man, is the towering figure of reason and responsibilideh [sic]. He is surrounded by shallow, semi-human, ill-educated, self-absorbed, mindless and violent whites.
Crowd shots in the media these days will ALWAYS show a sea of multifarious multi-ethnics, unless of course the crowd is supposed to represent a sea of ignorance. Then they're white.
What are you going to do about this? There's always more voting. And then again there's always practical politics.
If blacks are always always ALWAYS portrayed as the innocent benefactor, the sage imparter of wisdom and goodness in the world, wouldn't you assume (since no one is really perfect) that there must be some kind of serious overcompensation at play?
Are blacks really that bad that, in order to counterbalance the reality, they need to be fictionalized and cartoonized into some kind of vision of infinite perfection?
For an insightful podcast on this matter, please hop on over to Follow the White Rabbit EPISODE 15 where Horus tells us all about "Negative Conditioning."
Especially relevant: the 13 minute, 52 second mark; also check out the 32 minute, 30 second mark.
Here's a blast from the past. It's Anti-White Propaganda disguised as an Office Depot commercial, circa 2002.
Ok, so you're an over-the-hill white guy. Where to turn for answers? Sure, you've got a lot of questions. As a white guy, you're a little slow on the uptake. But if Office Depot had their way, you would put your trust in smokin' hot blonde professional figure skaters and black guys. Call it a team of insight. They, and they alone, in tandem, would be able to solve all your problems and answer your many questions.
They'll try not to be too smug about it. I mean, what else might they expect but incompetence from a lazy, uncool, balding, overweight, dorky, moronic, slovenly, square, vacuous, dead-eyed, pasty-skinned, white guy?
Here is classic Anti-White Media, the 2002 film Far From Heaven.
I saw this once (in a captive audience on a transatlantic flight) and nearly vomited - especially when I learned that it was nominated for an Oscar.
So...if you ever wanted to know what it takes to make an Academy Award-nominated film, the formula seems to be quite straightforward:
1) Take one mildly attractive white woman and in the context of a sun-dappled autumnal garden, have her run into a hulking black man who just happens also to be kind, caring, and intelligent. He also has his own business and a business degree! Canyoubelieveit?
2) Juxtapose the aforesaid flawless black man with images of a snivelling, cheating, emotionally unpredictable, homosexual white husband. Make sure the gayness of the white man is also closeted because he also needs to be depicted as conflicted and not in touch with his "inner nature."
3) Make sure the white husband is only filmed in dreary, dark, brooding, and confined spaces.
4) Make sure the white wife's encounters with the black man occur in sunlit gardens, fruitful blossom-bearing fields, art museums, and other wholesome and welcoming environments.
5) Make sure that, while the white husband "hates" art exhibits, the black man, on the contrary, goes to art exhibits with his daughter on his own initiative. He just loves "Modern" or "abstract" art, as he says. Make sure the black man corrects the white wife's pronunciation of a famous artist. But make sure he only does so in a tender way. Make sure the white wife cannot express in words her ideas about the art she's staring at, while the black says something profoundly thoughtful and eloquent, such as:
"[you've] confirmed something I have always wondered about modern art...That perhaps it's just picking up where religious art left off, somehow trying to show you...divinity. Modern art just pares it down to the basic elements of shape and color. But when you look at that Miró, you feel just the same."
6) Juxtapose this with a limp-dicked homo of a white man in a darkened room in which he strikes his own wife who tries to convince him the obvious untruth that he is "all man."
7) Now cut to the sun-dappled lawn where the natural, smiling, kind, humble, thoughtful black guy is attending to the neglected, unappreciated white wife.
8) Make sure that sometime shortly after the black man and white woman dance in a romantic embrace, the white man throws a hissy fit (again in a darkened, dreary room).
9) Make sure the black man’s black daughter gets attacked by three white guys who aren’t prosecuted for their crime.
10) Make sure the white man again weeps and sobs and confesses his unerring faggotry, after which the white woman then tries to track down her ultimate desire, the black man, perfect as he tenderly bids her a fond adieu through a departing train's steam. She should have left that queer limp-dicked white hubbie long ago.
Now show this film on transatlantic flights to your captive audience and you have instant Anti-white propaganda.
Text: Ah, yes. The same old scenario: Black man, a commanding presence in the room at the head of a conference table, surrounded by sniveling and sycophantic whites. Ingeniously, "you" the viewer are in the meeting, and are being ridiculed by the assertive, infallible, and yet still likable presence of the black man, who even sticks up for the poor, pathetic, wimpy, loser white man who humiliatingly got coffee spilled all over him--by "you," apparently.
But it's ok, though this black man is so big and strong, with such a deep husky voice, he's compassionate. He'll let "you" off the hook. He's a gentle, magnanimous giant. And that, simply put, is why, in the world of this commercial, he rules, and you, as a white person, are as lowly as a pale squirming maggot.
