[13.37] Off out, and on that '83, KISS, MASTER..., MIX.

Unz.com/runz/the-bankruptcy-of-american-white-nationalism.

READ THE COMMENTS FOR A 'ONE-STOP SHOP' ON RACE IN OUR TIMES.

The-bankruptcy-of-american-white-nationalism/comments.

And Paul Craig Roberts:

White Liberals Have Destroyed the Prospects of US Multiculturalism.
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Ron Unz argues that multiculturalism is working. I fervently hope he is correct, but I doubt it. His example is his high education/high income area of Palo Alto and Silicon Valley, a unique area where people share a professional interest and are judged professionally. See Unz: Unz.com/runz/the-bankruptcy-of-american-white-nationalism.
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Multiculturalism did not work in Yugoslavia or in the Austro-Hungarian Empire or for native Americans, and it is not working in the rest of the US as the ongoing riots indicate. Multiculturalism cannot work where there are racial and ethnic conflicts.
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Multiculturalism might have worked in America if the emphasis had stayed on assimiliation and had not been intentionally shifted to diversity. I grew up in the South where interaction between blacks and whites on a mutually respectful basis occurred every day. My mother and her black helper, Carrie, worked together. You do not turn your food, children, and access to your home over to people you hate and who hate you.
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Dishonest white liberals, as all of them are, counter that household help was “dependency” and an example of blacks being kept in their place by whites. But it was no more dependency than that of white and black wives who worked in the household instead of outside the home or the dependency of the kids who helped on family farms. Feminists learned to mimic the kept-in-place argument with their claim that housewives who produced what economist Gary Becker called “household income” (prepared meals, clean clothes and home, child-raising) were kept in a position of dependency. Somehow feminists thought that being dependent on a paycheck wasn’t dependency.
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If the kind of relationship that existed when I was a child had been kept intact, the same process that allowed poor whites to rise into the middle class would have allowed blacks to do the same. The ladders of upward mobility worked.

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It was the white liberals who destroyed the prospects of multiculturalism by teaching blacks to hate whites for oppressing them. And it was the global corporations that dismantled the ladders of upward mobility.
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Multiculturalism did not work for native Americans. They were too much at one another’s throat to unite against the white immigrant-invaders. Obviously, at first there were only a few white people, and the Indians, as they were called, did not comprehend the threat until it was too late. If they had, each ship that landed would have had its passengers killed by native Americans.

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Multiculturalism can work if there are no strains and no animosities, but when strains and animosities are intentionally created, there is no prospect of successful multiculturalism. Antifa, Black Lives Matter, the white liberal media, and the white liberal Democrats and professors are furiously at work making certain that multiculturalism in America fails.
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This means, obviously, that the America that they hate will also fail.
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Paulcraigroberts.org/2020/07/27/white-liberals-have-destroyed-the-prospects-of-us-multiculturalism.

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SAYS IT ALL, and 'set to play', and the central, 'do or die', 'call':

"I WILL NOT..."

And, "WHY?" (set to play):

Eighteen years ago I prophesied about the direction the 'other lot' had planned to take the world.

The Age of Missing Information.

Today, we're watching the paint dry on the prison walls. A media-drugged-public; the builders and decorators.

...2b. cont.

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TUCKER:

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"Here's our Woman. Most powerful talk on C-19, so far."

Dolores:

C/o Aangirfan.

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BOB DYLAN.

Jokerman.

Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show why
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame,
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

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Rewind:

WILEY ft. Tory Lanez, Kranium, Dappy.

My One.

You see that gyal there? Yeah, it's my one (yeah)
Anyting she want, I gotta buy one (yeah)
We just like chillin' on a night one
We should have a couple babies, they'll be bright ones
I'm just out 'ere tryna be an icon (icon)
I'm tryna eat the cake with all the ice on (oh yeah, yeah)
Anywhere I go, I get it poppin' like whoa (whoa)
Happy I can find one
Because that girl is my one
We're not lookin' for a sly one
Because that girl is my one, yeah
Ain't lookin' for no shy one, no
Boy you know, you're my one
You got my body on your mind, and your mind on my body
Baby come, come
You got my body double time when you hold up on me
You know you're my one
You're my one
Me no look for you but she my one, yeah
And you, you
You got my body on your mind, and your mind on my body
Want fi give you my love, baby
Want fi give you nuff kisses and hug, baby
I wanna channel my love
A rude bwoy has to give up tough love
Wanna let me focus, yeah, me focus
Slim waist, slick face and I haffi notice
Gwan with the tings that'll make notice
Them no want smoke, gyal, you the dopest, yeah
Because that girl is my one
We're not lookin' for a sly one
Because that girl is my one, yeah
Ain't lookin' for no shy one, no
Boy you know, you're my one
You got my body on your mind, and your mind on my body
Baby come, come
You got my body double time when you hold up on me
You know you're my one
You're my one
Me no look for you but she my one, yeah
And you, you
You got my body on your mind, and your mind on my body
If I were you, I wouldn't let me wait
No delay, don't be late, you'll regret it tomorrow
This is hard to come by
Don't be silly and let this slide
Baby, you gon' make me tongue-tied (you gon' make me tongue)
I'm feeling to lick it 'til it turn dry (ay)
I'm about this life, so feed me for the night
Happy I can find one
You see that gyal a my one (see that gyal mine)
We not lookin' for a sly one (no mi haffi find)
Because that girl is my one, yeah
Ain't lookin' for no shy one, no
Nice eyes, nice waistline, ah gyal ah take it for
Dancehall style, go and back it up
She's so damn fine (oh yeah)
Glad I came on time
Can I buy you a drink or two? (oh yeah)
Saw you when you walkin' through, ooh
And I got to say, I
And I love her
Because that girl is my one
We're not lookin' for a sly one
Because that girl is my one, yeah
Ain't lookin' for no shy one, no
Boy you know, you're my one
You got my body on your mind, and your mind on my body
Baby come, come
You got my body double time when you hold up on me
You know you're my one
You're my one
Me no look for you but she my one, yeah
And you, you
You got my body on your mind, and your mind on my body