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SURVIVAL OF THE MOST FECUND--
IN PRAISE OF THE COCKROACH (Throw away those birth control pills and jump into bed) by H. Millard (c) 2000 |
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Joy,
joy, joy. Whites are headed to being a minority in the U.S. Soon the
whole place will be full of little brown people busy reproducing more
little brown people. |
I've
seen you driving your BMW's past them while you've been busy talking
on your cell phones; probably to someone about buying an even more expensive
car. I've seen you move away from the cities--not because of the influx
of brown invaders, "Oh no, dearie, I'm not a racist"--and into guarded
gated communities, "I just wanted a bigger house." | I've seen you pull your below-replacement-level-one-child-per-white-yuppie-couple out of public schools and put him or her into a private school--not because of the influx of brown invader children, "Oh no, dearie, I just want my child to have a good education, and gee, 
those public schools are sooooo bad." I've seen you at the malls buying
more and more things to try to give meaning to your meaningless lives.
I've seen you getting old. I've seen you going to old age homes where
your one child, now grown, may visit you once or twice a year. "Oh, my
child loves me, it's just that he or she is so busy. Yes, my child has
decided not to have any children. He/she said there are too many children
in the world already, and besides a child would be such a life change."
I've seen you die. I've seen little brown people spit on your grave. |
Remember that little brown person you saw at the bus stop? Remember how you felt you were one of life's winners and he or she was one of life's losers? After all, winners all have nice cars and big homes and losers take the bus and live in tiny apartments. Well, that little brown person may have few material things, but he or she has something you lack with your superficial world view. You don't know what is important and real and you've substituted the unimportant and artificial in your life. That little brown person, on the other hand, knows what is important and real.  He
or she knows that true wealth and happiness comes from having children
like oneself. He or she has many, many children, and the children of that
little brown person will probably grow up to make the laws and run the
businesses that will one day make your lone child a second class citizen.
And, when your child reaches dating age, he or she will find few dating
choices among people who look like you. Instead, the schools and the clubs
and the streets and the businesses will be full of little brown people.
And, your child may marry one of them. And, in the event your child does
decide to have children, he or she will produce more little brown children.
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| In not too many years, there may be amazement when the family album is pulled out, and the latest generation of little brown people look at pictures of their grandparents. 
"Daddy, who is that white man and woman in the album?" they may say. And
when they are told that the white people in the picture were the brown
child's grandparents, there may be a moment of silence before the children
say "How can that be, we're not white? They don't look anything at all
like us?" Who then survived? Not you and not your genes. You've become
a dead end. You've been supplanted. Your family name may carry on, but
those now carrying it aren't at all like you. You've become extinct. |
Survival of the fittest? What does that mean? Does it mean the strongest,
the fastest, the smartest? Nope. It means the ones who survive are the
ones who have the most offspring who are able to make it to an age when
they too can have more offspring. The fittest may actually be the dumbest.
For all your smarts and good schooling you are really singing the song
of the DoDo. I've seen your offices with pictures of lone eagles and slogans
that read things such as: "The eagle flies alone." You think that's noble
and good? The eagle is almost extinct. If you want to survive, you should
put away that picture of the eagle and put up one of a cockroach.  There's
a creature that knows how to survive. The cockroach was walking the earth,
looking just as it does today, when dinosaurs were around. Thousands and
thousands of "noble" creatures have come into existence and gone into
oblivion while the cockroach lives on. What is the cockroach's secret?
It adapts to just about any conditions--meaning, primarily, it will eat
just about anything, but more important than that is the fact that it
breeds under all conditions. And, it breeds and it breeds and it breeds.
It never stops breeding. |
| Is survival among humans about race and ethnicity? Yes. But, there's more to it, and this "more" is very basic. Survival begins on the level of genes. The question is; which genes will dominate? Will genes for white skin, blond hair, and blue eyes (and all the others that make a white person a white person) dominate the gene pool, thus ensuring those with these characteristics will have enough people like them in the world to protect their interests and ensure their survival as a distinct people? Or, will genes for brown skin, black hair and brown eyes (and  all
the others that make a brown person a brown person) dominate the gene
pool? The answer, as mentioned above, is to be found in which carriers
of particular genes pass on more of these genes to the gene pool. Mating
by the carriers of these genes--people--is the primary tool of survival
and dominance by the genes. |
| In a world where 90% of humanity is non-white and where modern mass transportation can bring thousands to those pockets of the planet where whites are in a local majority and where these pockets of white humanity are generally better off--due, ultimately to genes--than the rest of the world that is non-white, there is a natural desire of non-whites to invade (they call it immigration--but, it's really an invasion without guns) these white pockets to take advantage of the better conditions brought about by the whites. Of course, at some point, the genetic recipe that made the white pockets desirable is changed genetically, and  these
formerly nice areas become not so nice, and become like whichever group
then dominates the area. In other words, the white pockets can only absorb
so many genetically different peoples before they themselves are absorbed
and become a reflection of the genes of these other people and become
like the very places that these other people fled. While you dream about and act like a lone eagle, and falsely believe this is noble, the little brown people are singing about and acting like La Cucaracha. In the betting halls of existence, the smart money for survival is on the cockroach and those who copy him, not on the eagle and those who copy him.  # #
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