The Slavery and Pedophilia Ring Known as the Traditional “Nuclear” Family

slaveryI was 9-years old and riding in the back seat of the car when, in the course of some conversation between my parents in the front seat, I blurted out that I would never be treated like my mother was treated (by my father – this was implied, not stated). And, my father started screaming at me, telling me I was being influenced by “liberal” teachers at school and this wasn’t really my opinion. But, of course, I had seen by the age of 9 all kinds of abuse and I had been subjected to plenty of it because we were a typical, average, normal, even enviable, example of the traditional nuclear family. My parents never divorced, were never married to other people. My mother never even dated another male.

slavery2She married my father to escape her own traditional nuclear family in which she was a slave, raped by a family member as an infant, abused, beaten, and forced to cook for and clean up after her brothers, and denied an education (was not permitted to graduate by her father who said that women only needed to know how to cook and clean). She, also, had a couple of brothers who were not very good examples of human beings. I don’t blame my mother for any of the abuse because even to this day, she cannot see it, cannot recognize that it happened, denies outright things she told me definitively occurred in the past, and simply is unable to mentally cope with the reality, with the terrible, terrible reality, of this. Nor is she able to recall any of the abuses that my father inflicted on me. She has no memory of it.

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Note that the women are smiling in all these images, including this one, because enslavement to men is supposed to be fun, fulfilling, and natural for women.

I always knew something was wrong with “the family.” It’s such an evil institution that it has to be reinforced over and over again, like other evils, through religion and government reinforcement, ie. licensed marriage. If it were not forced and reinforced, no woman or girl would voluntarily participate in it. It is nothing more than a slave institution and one that allows men to get their hands on women and little girls, to abuse them, sexually, physically, psychologically, emotionally, and in every other way.

I was relieved when I ran across an old volume of a feminist magazine, “No More Fun and Games: A Journal of Female Liberation,” Vol. 1, No. 1, 1968. In about the third article it talks about the old Roman slavery unit, we know as the traditional nuclear family. It is a slave institution, hierarchical in nature, with a man at the top, a woman, her children, and his other slaves beneath him. He had/has power of life and death over his wife and her children. When we examine this, we see why men sexually abuse their daughters, rape their wives, and sometimes stalk and kill them when they try to escape. This is the institutional origins of male entitlement to women and girls.

I read it for the first time a few years ago, but it bears reviewing. I thought of it, again, as I was digging around in some old books about the American Indian civilizations south of the border. I’ve mentioned before that I love Germany, but I’m also a big lover of Mexico. I speak Spanish (like a Mexican and proudly so) and I like to keep an eye on events down south of the border.

Before the first modern Europeans are recorded to have come (in the 16th century to Mexico – the Columbus story is a fraud, of course. He was never on this continent.) to Mexico, there was an entirely different kind of civilization there. The Spanish religious men who came decimated most, but not all, records of these people, their social order, and their ways. Many of their languages still survive (in fact, we use a few of their words in American English, usually for animals and plants).  These were and are written languages and the people had sophisticated systems of mathematics, architecture, astronomy, botany, and medicine.  The Spanish religious men seemed to be especially appalled that many of the tribes and their cities were led and built by women and they made a point of destroying those cities, records of them, and, of course, torturing (including sexually, of course) the women, who were primary targets of the Mexican [Spanish] Inquisition.

I have been trying to piece together certain things about these people and how they lived, why they did certain things, which make no sense in a civilization where you have the traditional nuclear family. It has occurred to me that they had a completely different system (one that probably led to a maintenance, but not a great growth of the population, especially the male half of it) and that this is what allowed them to do the marvelous things they did.

When women are not enslaved, when men are not constantly making war on women, civilizations advance. Some of them live in peace for a long time and they progress technologically and spiritually (I apologize for using that word, “spiritually,” but there’s  not a good English word for what I really want to say). They are able to develop abilities that are considered “superhuman” or “magical” or “sorcery” by the likes of white, European men. And, maybe that’s another reason why they just won’t leave us the Hell alone in any circumstance.

This is intended to be a short post. I just want to leave you with that thought and with the link to that 130 page magazine. If you download the .pdf file, it’s probably easier to read. I hope you enjoy it, if you haven’t seen it already.

 

Where are All the Women?: Women have gone missing from politics, journalism, are being enslaved, and our lives are being literally snuffed out.

Enslaved

I haven’t posted for a little while and I wonder if my three (approximately) readers wonder where I’ve been. I’ve been working and not just in ordinary ways, but really planning and plotting, as I’ve done in the past by degrees, how to get out of the grasp of men and their criminal filth. Essentially, what is on my mind is how to escape slavery, not the sex kind, but the financial kind, although these two forms of enslavement frequently go together. At least, I don’t have men attacking me at my workplace or chasing me around my house with a knife and a dick. So, things in my life and in my “relations” with men are much better than they used to be, simply because I have, thus far, managed to arrange my life so that I can go weeks at a time without even having to look at an actual man. I suggest that this should be the ultimate goal for all women who want to stay alive.

Tax time was rough for me. My business was hit hard beginning about three years ago when they first began implementing Obamacare. If you look around you, at least in some places in the U.S., it will probably not escape your notice that retail is dying by degrees. There are empty strip malls,  each empty spot is one that some commercial real estate entrepreneur will not be able to lease out, and will eventually not be able to pay the outrageous property taxes on, and it will eventually end up in the hands of the local government. And, I can testify that the media are lying when they blame it on internet sales. Everything is down compared to where it was in about 2014, including ecommerce.

Furthermore, I can tell you that the outlook is even worse in the U.K. and those countries caught in the snare of the E.U. They are suffering economically, although, this is not being discussed too much, I think, because, firstly, they have their draconian social welfare systems so they don’t feel it as acutely essentially because they are already too damn poor to notice (having been born into this system) and, secondly, because it has been overshadowed by news of Muslim and leftist violence. I realize that is not how it is being characterized in the mainstream news, but that is what is happening, at least, in Germany, which is the financial keystone of the E.U. The implementation of an overly complex system of VAT taxes, which were raised to outrageous proportions back in about 2014(?), have also crushed whatever entrepreneurial spirit that once existed – and not just their spirits, they simply cannot afford to be in business anymore because of the heavy taxes.

Here in the U.S. it is reported that business owners are paying the highest tax rate in the allegedly free world. The self-employed (which is many, if not most, women, who are the bulk of entrepreneurs in the U.S.) are being taxed at the highest rate. I read a report (which I cannot find) that freelancers are paying a rate of 45% in income tax and now, if anyone pays you $400 USD, you are to be reported to the IRS and forced to pay them a percentage of it. It doesn’t matter if you are on the poverty line, as I am since they began enforcing Obamacare and my earnings plummeted.

So, I was under a lot of stress this year because apparently it is now essentially illegal to earn a living in the U.S., you will be fined and taxed, every way from Sunday, and that’s just the bogus Social Security taxes and state and Fed income taxes. On top of these income-based taxes, there are now exorbitant sales taxes on everything, including food, which initially they did not tax or taxed at a lower rate. There are, also, personal and outtasight real property taxes you have to pay, if you want to have a roof over your head and don’t have the stamina to walk 20 miles to the nearest grocery store. And, if you don’t pay those taxes, you will take your house and eventually put you in jail for failure to license a vehicle (can’t get the license if you don’t pay all your taxes).

As you will remember if you live in the U.S. and pay taxes (which only about half of us do, anymore) right before tax filing time, the Feds still couldn’t decide whether we have Obamacare or don’t have it. I had an asinine discussion with an authoritarian (male) tax accountant who is a proponent of allopathic medicine (and who subsequently caught the flu, because the patriarchal medical establishment is so remarkably deficient that they have not yet “discovered” how to prevent or treat it (something we witch doctors and savages know well), and which delayed my taxes being done in a timely manner, thus causing me great distress).  So, I discovered that my family’s tax accountant is a complete moron. I’m planning on hiring an very intelligent-seeming woman for next year.

So, it very strongly occurred to me, more than ever before, that how much of my hard, hard-earned money – because it is not easy for women to earn money off our backs in this country – I was going to be forced to hand over to the plantation owners was entirely in the hands of a bunch of men and a handful of Commie-sympathizing women like Nancy “We’ve got to pass it so we can read what’s in it” Pelosi.  Would I be fined $800 I don’t have or not? Will I have to pay $1,300 I’m even less likely to have next year (because every utility, every necessity of life, has gone up and not just for me, but for everyone!)?  And, as this progressive Obamcare thing goes on (I use the present tense because I am still not yet assured that it has been entirely repealed yet – repealed by all dudes, of course), they are going to increase the fines and eventually confiscate homes and imprison people (witches – really, witches, who don’t practice or believe in patriarchal medicine or religion) like me. I even had thoughts of joining some wack job patriarchal religious group that’s on the exemption list, except I don’t think there’s a single one within a 100 mile radius of here.

Well, I was saved by the stroke of Donald Trump’s presidential pen, which made an exemption for those of us living in areas where there is no affordable (using an arbitrary percentage decided by men to determine what is affordable for me) Obamacare option. Luckily, in some mostly rural and sparsely populated places there is no longer a Fed-approved insurance company and I’m in one of those areas. What’s so fucking scary is that I actually had feelings of gratitude toward that man, Trump. I recognized it as “the protection racket” and as Stockholm Syndrome. You have to be away from men for a while before you begin to recognize it because when you are around them, you experience it all the time whenever they do something helpful and not apparently-at-that-moment abusive. It’s the feeling of being held captive (and I have been, at gunpoint) by men and literally having bad cop and good cop thrown into the mix and you are so grateful to “good cop” even though you know he’s one of the criminal abusers. But, you “love” good cop, no matter how repulsive he is, because he appears (the key is “appears”) to be doing something to help you, to mitigate the crimes being perpetrated against you by bad cop and his gun-wielding, penis-wielding henchmen.

I am – or was, anyway – a member of the middle class. I use the term in a non-Marxist way, of course, because it is not possible to understand the economic and social order of things in the U.S. in Marxist or European terms. Marx did not invent those terms and there were middle classes in Europe long before he was born – and some of them were, also, my ancestors. In the European Middle Ages, I would be, at least, a baroness. We don’t have titles here and it is normal for people to own property and to own the things by which they earn a living. Our middle classes are some kind of working people, whether we work with our hands or our minds, and I would argue that all of us whether we are farmers or artists do both of these things. It is my very strong opinion that poverty or not poverty is, to some degree, a state of mind. Of course, there must be opportunities, which I have certainly been denied as a small, blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman.

But, what is important is what is in the mind. And, I’m going to tell you, my dear internet feminist friends, what that is that is in my mind and which has been turning over and over in my mind since I so poignantly realized that my financial fate, my very life, in fact, is in the hands of a vague group of male perverts in Washington D.C. who are sharing a wolf pack’s meal with other men who have corporate and banking interests and who are literally eating my lunch! I want to start with the warped concept of the “American Dream,” which is a steaming pile of commercialized bull dung. I’m not sure when this concept emerged, but I strongly associate it with things like Ellis Island and mass immigration from countries where people are crawling with lice and infested with easily prevented communicable diseases. I, also, have a vague Chevrolet commercial jingle, “baseball, hot dogs, apple pie, and Chevrolet,” running through my head whenever I hear the words, “American Dream.”

I understand that in the last 100 or so years a lot of people came to the U.S. hoping to get out of some kind of poverty or to escape alleged persecution somewhere (often a projection, since many of these people were themselves the agitators and criminals wherever they came from). They brought some lovely gifts with them, too, such as the mafia, socialism/Communism, pedo-run Hollywood, and policing, which like socialism, serial killers, and international banking tyranny seems to be a British “gift.” (Although, we know there are other actors involved in these things, and we know who they are and regardless of their nebulous national origin, these conspirators have all been MEN.)

They came up with this American Dream, which consists of owning a house, maybe with a white picket fence, 2.4 children, and a dog. The American Dream, is supposedly about the opportunity to achieve material success through hard work, the pulling up of one’s boot straps. But, that was not the dream of my American ancestors.

No, it wasn’t. There was one dream my Muscogee and Cherokee ancestors shared and that was firstly and foremostly to be left the hell alone by the European invaders. My European ancestors fell into two different main groups. One group were early English who fought in the American Revolution and some of them were granted land as payment in the deep South, where they mingled the bloodline with the natives. Some of my early European ancestors were the leaders of what is known in England as The Wyatt Rebellion. They would be considered patriots here and leaders, some of the men were heads of state, although apparently they are still regarded as criminals in England, which says a lot about England and how little it has changed. (I have an uncle who is practically a dead ringer for the leader of the rebellion, his nose, his eyes, his coloring, the shape of his face!)  Their crime? They wanted to be left the hell alone by Mary Queen of Scots and not be taxed into an early grave, not to have their homes taken, not to be imprisoned and beheaded as some of my direct ancestors were. Since the 17th century English middle class (landed noblemen) was so small, since the average English person (then as today) lived in grinding poverty with little besides the clothes on their backs to call their own, my ancestors were unable to get the English commoners behind them in their cause. (And, I cannot tell you how much this resembles the state of affairs here in the U.S. today as this descendants of this same rabble with their European socialist (enslavement) mentality has been coming to our shores now for a long time and they are the ones who want to tax me, personally, into an early grave, to take all I have, all I’ve worked for, and what little my ancestors have been able to preserve of our heritage and our know-how, and put me in a prison because I will not go along with their atrocities.)

Another group of my European ancestors came later. With a degree of wealth, they came from France to what was, at that time, also France. With what was in their minds as much as with their hands, they began a settlement in the wilderness on the outskirts of the frontier – not the frontier, not yet – but wilderness, with various Indian tribes surrounding them on all sides and along the banks of a very great and terrifying river. With their minds – and I emphasis this because it is important here because they could not have done it by their hands, alone – they began building and they eventually erected a town, surrounded by orchards and fields in which they grew wheat, grapes, and other fruit. They made wine and established the first agricultural trading network in the region and they lived at peace, to my knowledge, with the natives. And, I have many French-looking relatives, but also some who are probably native and this would likely have been hidden because my family on that side, to this day, is very Old World, conservative, and proper.  This place has a hidden history. I ran across it a few years ago and it blew my mind, but I don’t know what to do with the information, so I’ve done nothing. But, suffice it to say there was a good dose of “savage” and “witch doctory” in my ancestors. And, why do you suppose they went, not to the frontier, but to the outskirts of it, in the wilderness, in the middle of Nowhere, to re-establish themselves while the guillotines fell in France?! What was their dream? It was to be left the hell alone. They just wanted to live their lives in peace and do what they did, which was farm and drink a little wine now and then.

The real “American Dream” is not about things, nor is it about acquiring things, whether through hard work or the establishment of a cartel system of some kind. It is not about getting out of poverty. It is not about acquiring real estate. It’s not about eating hot dogs and driving Chevrolets. No, it is about this one elusive state of being, which is simply to be left the hell alone! The true American dream is the desire not to be robbed, raped, or assassinated! And, let me tell you, it has been extremely elusive, at least, for me it has been. And, like my great American ancestors before me, all I can think of is how to get the hell away from this criminal filth. Far, far away! But, now, they are not just coming with their earthly feet, they are coming with their patriarchal systems of control and they have all kinds. As we see, they have their patriarchal medical system with its roots in their, leeching, bleeding, deeply perverse witch-burning days, which they charge outrageous fees for and then insist that we all purchase insurance to support or they’re going to take our money, our livelihood, our food and shelter, our freedom, and eventually our lives on the basis of it. They have their fraudulent, Jewish-run financial system, which they have embedded in their fraudulent system of appalling so-called laws. And, of course, they have their highly sexualized, perverse, social system, which they insist on inflicting on us from the time we draw our first breath.  Oh, yes, the Great White Father, his Jewish mafia family and their many associates have ways of reaching us no matter how hard we try to move out further and further away from them.

So, for weeks now (and really months and months before) since pre-tax time, I have been thinking. What is the answer? And, all I can come up with is this: Fewer and fewer personal expenditures and less and less taxable income. And, I have been thinking day and night about how to achieve this and while I, unfortunately, cannot directly tell you what I have come up with, I have come up with something and I have been busy implementing it. It is a plan to escape men’s attempts to enslave me, once again.

The men who came here to this continent, even early on, were about enslaving other people. They brought white women with them as slaves. The tribes and the Europeans both kidnapped, raped, and enslaved women of both races. And, this was not long ago, as my great-great grandmother and my great-grandfather were once kidnapped by a hostile tribe near their settlement, but managed to escape as their captors were severely inebriated. And, I have another white grandmother who disappeared, who was taken captive by another tribe. So, this targeting, abuse, and enslavement of women and little girls, whether white or red, has gone on on this continent for along time. And, to me the oppressor’s race is interchangeable and mostly immaterial. That’s because the primary problem is not one of race or nationality, but of men. Until we eliminate males, we will always be devising ways to escape enslavement by them.

And, of course, as every radical feminist knows, the worst aspect of this enslavement is what they do to our minds. They do these things to our minds through abuses, directly through rape, by one or more of them deciding to bring us close to Death, every so often, and they do it through more subtle means of communication. It’s not just the indoctrination into femininity, but everything you are in contact with in the culture, even high culture, classical art, literature, music, etc. It is inescapable. It surrounds us like a dense fog. The only way I can tell you to begin to escape is to detach from society. This is not easy to do, primarily because you’ve got to have money to live.

Because we have to have money to live, it is not easy to completely detach from men’s society and system. Men invented this heinous economic system. Men erected and permitted the illegal entity known as the Federal Treasury and its violent enforcer, the IRS. By now, everyone knows it’s illegal, but it doesn’t really matter what is legal or not when there are men determined to do evil.

So, long story short, I’ve been absent from blogging here because I have been running from poverty and criminality. I have been think very hard how to get free from all of these snares and traps.  I’ve been scheming and devising ways to carry out my plans because I refuse to live my life at the whim of a bunch of goddamn male perverts in Washington D.C. or anywhere else. Moreover, I think it is clear, as radical feminists, the best we are going to be able to do is save ourselves.  We’ll be lucky if we can do that. We are certainly in no position to be able to save other women. And, in writing this, all I can give you is my words and what is in my mind, which I am not able to communicate well and some of which I cannot tell. But I think it is important that women, who want to stay alive, detach themselves as much as possible from men and their systems. As it was in Europe many centuries ago when women were being systematically, openly murdered by men, I think it is important that we play our cards close to our vests, that we make the most of the nighttime and the darkness. I urge you to consider how you can free yourself from this treacherous evil that pursues us, even at a distance, in remote places over rock and hill. Put your mind to it 100% – think! How can you free yourself from them. You will find answers because those answers are there to be found.

I have been absent from this blog for a while because I’ve been working to stay alive and trying to work these problems out. I have wondered where the other radical feminists have gone? I only read the writings of a very few lately and I can only imagine that they are going through something similar to what I am going through right now. All I see now, anywhere, are men. All of YouTube is men now. There are almost no American women, at all, and very few white American ones who aren’t doing make-up tutorials or telling stories about attending drug parties – and these are youngsters. Where are the women? Well, of course, they are working and dodging stalkers – that’s pretty much what we all do.

Women’s Lives Snuffed Out

Of course, some women are missing because they have been murdered by men. Quite a few of them are being murdered by police. A few posts back I was talking about Toni Anderson, missing in the Kansas City area back in January. The story is both horrible and predictable. The media there in K.C. and it appears a national media outlet have worked to defame her and to cover up what happened. It appears that there were two cops in the SUV behind her, that they were there for 15 minutes, and I believe one of them may have captured her car’s radio-frequency key code (this is only my theory) and slipped into her car, which is why it went the wrong direction on the highway. She was mysteriously found, in her car, submerged in water, after the cops couldn’t find her and private investigators were called in by family and boyfriend and his father. The cops took her body and the badly (strangely) mangled car away by tow truck, failing to preserve evidence and without the provision of a private coroner’s report, and her body was almost immediately cremated. You can read this story over and over again with different women, all good-looking and athletic (all dancers, cheerleaders, or other types of athletes) throughout the U.S., with basically the same M.O. once the heat is on the cops. In short, a whole lot of pretty women and little girls are missing in the country and a whole lot of cops seem to be involved.

Another reason I have not posted is that I was personally pretty torn up over what happened to Toni Anderson and I really can’t bear to write too much more about it. I’m, also, dismayed by the reaction of her parents and I think they are either extremely delusional, suburban, white-bread folks with no real life experience or else they have been threatened by the cops. The statement read by her mother to the media was like something out of original Manchurian Candidate movie with Frank Sinatra: “[Cops are] the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human beings I’ve ever known in my life.”

But, you should know that if you have a car with a radio frequency on its key or ignition, it is easy for a rapist or killer to use a cheap device to capture the signal and relay it, at will, to get into your car after you have locked it using your radio-frequency-emitting-key chain device, especially when he’s sitting behind you for 15 minutes while you’re putting gas in your car late at night in North Kansas City, MO.

The pattern of events that followed Toni Anderson’s apparent abduction is similar to that of  Mitrice Richardson (a pretty, young black woman from California who studied dance and was a competitive dancer) and others I’ve looked at, in which women were apparently abducted and usually raped and murdered by cops. And, of course, there are many other similar, attractive (not always white, but always pretty and in great physical condition) young women who have gone missing.

If anyone thinks the witch hunting is over, they need to look twice at this! I see Obamacare and the allopathic medical cartel as another manifestation of it, as well. This thing has never ended, it’s just morphed.

Women Missing from Journalism and Politics

Also, with regard to absentee women, the fields of both more mainstream journalism and politics have become more and more male-dominated (and you may have noticed that these men on television, radio, and internet videos are yelling, constantly yelling at the top of their lungs! They run everything, but they are still very, very angry for some reason), more than I can remember since maybe the early 1970s. By all appearances, whatever apparent progress our foremothers made, has been mostly decimated. I wonder where the women are, but at the same time, I know the answer. For one thing, all the groping, rubbing, patting, and sexual innuendo that we deal with when ever we have to interact with males is an obvious reason for this outcome. The horrifying behavior of men toward even sexually conforming (apparently heterosexual and femininity-performing, and even cock-sucking) women at FoxNews has brought it all before the eyes of the public. Also, the same is true with many of the male politicians, notably Joe Biden, and I always think whenever I see a gathering of political men in the media, that the women are absent simply because they do not want to deal with all the rubbing, groping, and ape-like sexual behaviors of those men in suits who are making all the governmental decisions for us. I think women are missing from these places and from every place because we are sick and tired of being threatened and felt up.

Personally, I am in a state of perpetual disgust. I’m sick of men slathering their bodily fluids all over me, all over other women and little girls (this pizza-pedo-gate thing has brought some disturbing, although predictable things to the surface – mostly data gathered by other men who laughably claim to be anti-pedo and anti-rape and placed all over YouTube), and all over everything while systematically trying to rob me. That’s pretty much the definition of “domestic abuse.” We are all being domestically abused by men on a grand scale! At this moment, I am being abused by them financially and through their patriarchal medical system, which literally makes me sick to my stomach. It just so horrifying. I am so repelled and that is why all I can think about is how to get free! It seems like my whole life, since I was 5-years old, has been about how to get away from nasty, sick males. I can only imagine that a whole lot of other women are MIA because, they are either already abducted or dead at the hands of men, or are working on a plan to escape and stay alive.