Worldview Bought Wholesale
Or, Bint Regurgitates.
As we gingerly lower our buttocks into the hot bath of 2026, let’s kick things off with a super-confident listing of white-devil inadequacy:
People have lots of theories about what causes this, but consider, for example, the claim that white people don’t use seasoning because we’re afraid of seeming too ethnic. This is…basically just bizarre. That’s not a real claim. She’s never heard anybody say that. Nobody *has*… https://t.co/AVpaytdJL8
— wanye (@xwanyex) January 3, 2026
The departure from history and reality is, needless to say, very much a signature of the type, practically an obligation. The very footing of it all. Reality would likely make the required pretending, the status-bestowing posture, so much more bothersome.
Regarding the white devils’ alleged fear of seasoning, for instance, one might mention the European salt roads and the somewhat extensive role of People Of Pallor in the global spice trade of the fifteenth, sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. The words Dutch East India Company and British East India Company come to mind. To say nothing of the building of overseas factories to process spices, the fortified network of trading outposts, and the establishing of maritime trade routes.
The claim, aired above, that white devils can’t dance, possibly on account of our tight trousers and insufficiently vigorous ectoplasm, has of course been touched on here before.
And regarding the assertion, mouthed with great confidence, that, “white people don’t have culture,” I’ll merely note one of the many corrective replies,
Ms Kylie Brewer, featured above, is, she boasts, a “content creator, writer, and activist with a background in education and political storytelling.” Hence, one assumes, the departures from reality. She’s also a high-school teacher, a person who teaches others, and she’s very much “anti-racist.” Which would, I suppose, explain the endless, contrived disdain for people who happen to have pale skin.
Because contradictions don’t exist in Ms Brewer’s mental world.
Readers may recall Ms Brewer’s inadvertently revealing attempt to debate Andrew Wilson. It is, I think, fair to say it did not go well.
Setting aside the clumsy attempts at emotional manipulation, readers may note how Ms Brewer’s sudden-onset “health issues” and urgent need to leave evaporated – one might say instantly – on hearing that there was a chance of more money. Such are the mighty Amazons of which the legends foretold.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
I don’t know how these people live like that. I’d be embarrassed. I wouldn’t double down.
Only hiring the best then.
Let me see if I have this right:
Contemporary country music has blues/rock influence, granted. However, traditional country music traces back to Bluegrass and the like which has its origins in traditional music brought over from Scotland, Ireland, and England, but as we have learned on these very pages, ancient Britons were black so QED, country music is black.
How could you possibly come to the conclusion that white people don’t have “cookouts?”
Well, if you’ve never been invited to one because no one likes you . . .
And then there’s the realisation that the aspects of Ms Brewer’s personality that one might regard as suboptimal – the casual dishonesty, the willingness to mouth utter bollocks, the blatant racism – may well be considered credentials by her employers.
Desirable attributes.
And when we do, there’s always something deeply problematic about them.
Because apparently, you can’t just have a barbecue.
And again, note the departure from reality. It’s like some weird compulsion.
One could write a comic opera about the antics of these clowns and call it Così fan tutte, which translates literally as “they all do that”.
cookouts sexist because men do the grilling: in my experience, it is the wives who ask the husbands to handle the grill, even if they are not so skilled. Is it because of the smoke or the heat or the flames? Who knows. But the causation is the opposite of that claimed at the link.
I would venture that the causation is the same for other chores: the wife asks the husband to please handle raking leaves, shoveling snow, cutting grass, and doing plumbing. Can she do it? Of course, but she would rather he do it. After all, he is much stronger (ooohhh, can I say that? Oh, good, I’m not in the UK).
Well, as I hinted in the linked post, at my sister-in-law’s family barbecues, brother-in-law is generally the one on grill duty. But the idea that this implies some subordinate role for my sister-in-law, some kind of sexist oppression, is quite bizarre. I think she would find the idea both patronising and comical.
She ain’t that kind of gal. And I suspect she would, shall we say, share words with our fretful Guardian columnist.
I’ll just leave that there, I think.
Why is she showing off her t*ts?
Hard not to think of 2025 as the year of ‘trying it on’.
Heh. Somehow, I’d actually missed that. But now that you’ve pointed it out, it is a curious choice of position from which to lecture the rest of us.
[ Writes down always check boob orientation. ]
[ Underlines. ]
White families insular, with small and exclusive gatherings… Yes, compared to other races we’re more oriented to nuclear than to extended family, and we think it should be possible for a neighborhood to have multiple simultaneous family gatherings without too much noise and overflow. We’re an interesting race.
On top of that, we’re the race who committed to the liberal/feminist theory that you need to uproot yourself from your quaint loyalties to home and family in order to develop fully as a person; and then what better pastime for the fully actualized uprooted white than to be a connoisseur and patron of the rooted loyalties and folkways of non-whites.
So we now have white female liberals who admire the vibrancy of their Mexican friends’ homes for example, where uncles and cousins can drop in uninvited for dinner on any given day, but who in their own lifestyles and timetables wouldn’t tolerate relatives randomly dropping in, and who complain about having to put up with their own uncle for the duration of one dinner a year.
Could I be her wingman? I have a veritable picnic basket full of more words to share.
Well, I contrast the supposedly feminist outpourings of Guardian contributors with the women I actually know, and the mismatch is often hilarious. I’m now trying to picture said sister-in-law being oppressed by a barbecue. Or pretty much anything short of a heavily armed SWAT team.
Oh dear: Victor Davis Hanson health update.
Maybe the white devil fear of seasoning claim originated with the corrective response, much like the example given about their inability to dance, what with the tight pants and the wobbly ectoplasm. When white devils experiment with anything more exotic than mayonnaise they get called out and canceled for “Cultural Appropriation”. (Lutefisk is allowed though, I guess because of the pallor of the Indigenous culture that spawned it).
I know it’s been posted here somewhere about the treatment of those two hapless women in Portland, or Seattle, or one of those hellholes, that started up a taco food truck while being insufficiently tan and lacking Spanish sounding surnames. So it could be that from the corrective response arose the fear of spice claim – both of which are figments of inflamed leftie imaginations, and bear no resemblance to reality.
I also recall the savaging of the rather naive, homebound, and shy knitter of pallor who enthused wrongly about an upcoming visit to India.
Nice work if you can get it.
Interesting we stole all these things from other cultures and not, say, cutting out hearts to appease the sun god, or chucking the widow on the deceased husbands funeral pyre, or child marriage, or first cousin marriage, or letting women have a job, or speak, let alone whilst bearing a cleavage.
The reason why New York is English and not Dutch is because of nutmeg.
Better news than expected.
He produced the highest quality journalism at The New Yorker.
Ah, but you underestimate The New Yorker because you’re not a New York sophisticate: All those dull, logorrheic articles were ironically dull. All those underwhelming cartoons were ironically underwhelming. All those exercises in politically motivated mendacity were ironically mendacious.
You may be overlooking Mitchell’s homeopathic approach to journalism.
Oh no, I got your joke right away. But I just couldn’t resist a dig at some of The New Yorker’s better known faults.
On this day in 1961, the longest recorded strike ends as Danish barbers’ assistants end their 33-year strike.
I don’t know. “Cancerous tumor” greatly worries me, especially since a number of his relatives died of cancer. All those chemicals used in farming, combined with his sometimes incautious youth, oh dear, oh dear.
Honestly, any rant that begins with ‘white people’ is not worth the time. It’s a switch off moment, guaranteed to be followed by a sub-Marxist stream of consciousness – or some proto fascist guff.
The Left has totally supported letting in refugees from Venezuela without ever wondering why…there are…refugees…from Venezuela.
Oh, yes, update your list of foul things the left supports.
I have two volumes of cartoons rejected by The New Yorker, created by artists who sell to The New Yorker. They’re hilarious.
Danegeld something something something.
Sign of the times.
The “no spice” dig originates in the fact that black people like spicy spicy food. Ergo, white-people food is awful.
Mexicans likewise enjoy more PICANTE than just about anyone, given that hot peppers originate in that region.
I don’t care. I don’t like strong flavors. I’m quite happy with Alfredo sauce. Wanna call that boring? Fine. It’s boring. So am I.