Black Guy Tells Off Your Ideal White Man

If there is any possible way for three beautiful, young, nubile Caucasian girls to come into contact with a black guy in a commercial, you know our current crop of Anti-White Media advertisers will find that way, will contrive to get us there by the seventh second of their ad. Think it's an accident?

Subconsciously, couch potatoes everywhere will then perk up their interest. Our species, as many in the animal kingdom, must compete for females. So the fear of losing these ladies to the black guy makes us anticipate what will happen next.

Magically, these white girls evoke "the most perfect white guy imaginable." They construct their ideal: handsome, smart, tall, strong, chiseled, sensitive, mysterious.

But apparently even the best white man that can possibly be imagined is no match for the nonchalant black guy, who chides the white guy, commanding him to get off the car as a parent would command a child.

The message: even the best white guy you could ever imagine, ladies, is no match for your average black guy, who will shame him publicly.

Boycott: State Farm

Wells Fargo Helps White Women Share Luxurious Ice Cream Moment With Black Men

Don't think it is any accident that this young, stunningly gorgeous, empowered white female entrepreneur gets to share a creamy, decadent, luxurious, tongue-caressing, oral moment with this black man, her peer.

Don't think it is any accident that both at :04 and :09 an emasculated white male has been reduced to a servile role. His serfdom allows the white woman and black man to satisfy their hunger together.

These are not accidents, but intentional, scripted, professionally produced. Each instant is gone over with a fine-toothed comb. The message: an empowered white female will pair up with a black man. White men are mere castrated doughy serfs.

Boycott: Wells Fargo.

Near To Hell

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.

Watch: No Limits

The new Galaxy Tab is perfectly sized for life on the go. With a 7" touchscreen, it's small enough to fit in your hand, yet big enough...TO WATCH YOUR GORGEOUS BLOND GIRLFRIEND IN THE ARMS OF A BLACK GUY.

White boy, you can watch, but only if you buy Samsung. It allows you to snoop in on the life you wish you still had. It gives you virtual, vicarious access to (formerly actual) libidinal situations.

As the ad says: Life without limits. Don't limit the black man's access to your wimminz. Don't limit your girlfriend's access to the black guy. C'mon. Repeat after me: No limits.

Boycott: Samsung
Hat tip: An anonymous contributor.

Don't Worry: A Black Man Will Find Your Dog

When a geeky, incompetent, and slightly effeminate white man looses your dog at the airport, you can rest assured that a likable, smirking, self-assured black guy on break somewhere will be there to find it.

Submitted by: Sirrealpolitik

Flabby, Clumsy Whites Portrayed as Stupid, Engage in Self Calcitration to the Amusement and Castigation of Intelligent Negro With Smirk

How would we make this better?

Here's an idea:

Bumbling Mexican family, largely overweight and of short stature, attempts simple task and fails, or, obese black family attempts similar task and fails, to the quiet, polite correction by docile and friendly Whites, who have been cleaning up after non-Whites' mess for one hundred years now.