Anti-racism is prejudice; it is not innocent; it is hurting and it is killing people.
As the Italian World Cup Team approached the World Cup final against France in 2006, I felt apprehension not only for their sake, but for the sake of European ethnonationalism.
Despite the pervasiveness of anti-racism, with the World Cup context being used to amplify its promotion – including a loud banner campaign imposed through the players – increasing the pressure of liberalism against Football’s expression of ethnonationalism, the Italians had not only fielded a team composed of Italians only; but were in position to be champions of the world with that team, against teams stocked with mercenaries from anywhere in the world.
Despite a bit of nervousness that the Italians might let Europe down, I was cool enough, had come far enough in confidence of ethnonationalism to feel and to articulate to others that whether the Italian team won or lost, I am proud of the fact that they played with their own men; and I can continue to route for them in good faith so long as they do so.
Ok, ok, you could get some of the Nordicist snobbery, forcing you to concede that some of the Italian players could pass for Middle-Easterners, and that’s true. One liberal – sickening enough to be routing for France – gave me some push back about Mauro Camoranesi. He could be said to be mercenary, questionable in his Italianness, both as he was an Argentinian citizen and questionable in his Italianness genetically. Though the Italian team rule allowed for him to play for Italy because he had Italian parentage, it is apparent that he probably has some AmerIndian admixture as well. This didn’t bother me. One guy on the team with a little Amerindian admixture provided an opportunity to display that I am not an asshole, insanely 1,000% purist in my loyalty requirements. Besides, I like Camoranessi – a cool guy, good player who could have played for Argentina, but chose to play for the fatherland.
Mauro Camoranessi: On the 2006 squad, only Gatusso rivals in questionableness; not too bad.
But while some of the players might “pass” for Middle-Easterners, none of them would pass for Sub-Saharan African nor even Mulatto; and all of them could “pass” for Italian.
As I had slowly turned more attention through the 1990s toward the favorite European sport, I witnessed some really good Italian teams, with really good players like Roberto Baggio and Alessandro Nesta, lose in some really tough ways on the precipice of championship; letting the European EthnoNationalist side down (so I felt in the back of my head).
Roberto Baggio, the great player who sparked my enthusiasm for the sport, had led the Italian team to the World Cup in 1994 with his quick maneuvering to goal score. But they lost to a disgustingly Mulatto Brazilian team in this World Cup Final that ended tied through regular time and went to penalty kicks. Despite suffering a ham-string injury, Baggio had just missed a shot that could have given the Italians a go-ahead goal in regular time; and then in the penalty kicks he missed his shot well over the crossbar and the Italians lost. Those who were made happy by this were an ugly sight to me.
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In the 1998 World Cup Tournament, the Italians had another good team. They came up against France in the semi-final and that is when the racial aspect became salient to me – not merely a conflict with teams from other continents, but a European problem, as France fielded a team that was half black. The Italians struggled to hold France and its mercenary blacks to a tie, until Baggio was finally inserted late in the match. Then you could feel the momentum turn in Italy’s favor by dint of Roberto’s quickness and skill. Italy probably would have won had he been playing from the start, but he had a personality conflict with the head coach, who didn’t like him and so kept him out of most of the game.
Baggio barely missed a goal on one shot and the match went to penalty kick-offs. Baggio didn’t miss his penalty kick this time but Luigi Di Biagio did, hit the cross-bar and the disgusting France team, with its mercenary blacks, advanced to the World Cup Final instead.
The Euro-Cup is a slightly different affair than the World Cup in that it is not an international tournament; it is only “European” (scare quotes to indicate that it is more like the “Euro-Cuck” with regard to some team’s players), European national teams playing one another. The Baggio era had passed, but players like Alessandro Nesta, Paolo Maldini and Fabbio Cannavaro picked up the interest. In the 2000 Euro-Cup Final, the Italians had a chance for revenge against France, meeting them in the Final. The Italian squad showed themselves to be the better team and were winning until the very last minute when one of France’s blacks scored a tying goal to send the game to over-time. One of France’s back-up Mulatto players, David Trezeguet, would score a winning goal for France and the Italian EthnoNational Team suffered another heart breaking loss. Nevertheless, Trezeguet would figure as a matter of poetic justice for that come 2006.
In the 2002 World Cup Tournament, something weird happened. Italy was visited by the ghost of the 1966 tournament, losing again to the South Korean Team. Who’d a thunk it, but hey. This squad did not cohere in their character as illustrated by Francesco Totti (good player, but) who got kicked out of the tournament for spitting in the face of an opposing player.
A natural part of nationalism or not, prejudice against Italians can be a petty sport for those looking to show that they’re not all that racist: “blacks and others are ok… they don’t bother me”, they say, but they feel free to ridicule Italians and their foibles (and Italians do have some foibles, all peoples do) because they think that’s one they can still get away with under the PC rubric.
So, in confrontation with one of these types and a variant of this petty prejudice, complaining about Italian play, saying that they take dives, fake injuries, play too conservatively, more dirty than others, whatever, I had occasion to be clear that I uphold standards and do not make exceptions for Italians, even though they are “my team.”
I told him that the Italian Teams’ World Cup Victory in 2006 was poetic and he repeated me, but sarcastically, “poetic.” Then came the bit about how Italians play and the infamous incident of Zidane getting thrown out for head-butting Materazzi upon provocation.
He said that Materazzi’s provocation was not normal. And maybe I could agree that it was not entirely normal, but it’s not the kind of thing that can or should normally be adjudicated by officials during the course of a match; whereas Zidane’s head-but clearly merited a red card. So, whereas Zidane’s defenders were trying to blame Materazzi, I defended the referee’s decision to throw Zidane out and look upon it as Zidane’s fault.
But I added, when Totti spit in the guy’s face back in 2002, he got thrown out of the tournament and should have. I don’t know what provoked Totti, but you can’t do that sort of thing. That shut him up a bit and allowed me to enjoy the poetry of Italy’s 2006 EthnoNational squad in its ultimate World Cup victory over France and is black mercenaries.
Turning to the 2006 World Cup tournament, Italy was looking good from the start. Their defense was tough; nobody could score against them. Australia still couldn’t score even though they had a man advantage against Italy for the whole second half, and Italy won. By the semi final, most normal people outside of Germans were not routing for the German team against Italy.
This guy tried to tell me that the Italian EthnoNational team had gotten lucky. Lucky? Only one goal was scored against them in the group stage games and it was an own-goal (!) in a match against The United States. Nobody scored against them in the playoff rounds either – no team was able to score against Italy until Zidane scored on a penalty kick awarded on a dubious call early in the World Cup final.
Nevertheless, Italy outplayed France in the first half and managed to even the match 1-1 going into half time. True enough, Italy struggled against France’s formidable mercenaries in the second half; but with Cannavaro anchoring their tough defense, they hung in there until Zidane’s composure gave out to Materazzis’s provocation and he lowered the head-butt, getting red carded. Still, Italy did not score with a man advantage and the game went through over time and finally to penalty kicks again.
This time the Italians were perfect and this time Trezeguet was not the hero, but the goat, as he missed the decisive penalty kick.
Given the reversal, loyal ethnonationalists defeating the mercenary team with their heroes turned goats, I saw the 2006 World Cup tournament as poetic justice.
Italy played with their own men, their EthnoNational team, and they won against the disgusting France squad, with its mercenary blacks and Mulattoes.
That was very satisfying. I don’t know how people could route for nations not represented by their people; can’t imagine routing for a “French” team like that.
In 2006 the Italian team were an exemplary squad of specific native European nationals.
Each victory of theirs could be a matter of legitimate pride in integrity by contrast to shame the swarthy objectivism on display by Europe’s non-representative teams. Tournament victories culminated in the Italian’s poetic World Cup Final revenge over a perverted France squad of mercenary Africans.
…but for subsequent Italian squads, each victory can be a loss of integrity.
In fact, I declared that if Italy ever started playing with blacks and other people from other nations, that I would lose interest in them. Unfortunately, that did happen, as they took on a black player named Mario Balotelli in subsequent years. I will not irritate myself by detailing his on and off the field antics. If you know blacks, you know the story.
But the story of World Cup Football being fair and good enough a diversion if nations field their own men of course does not end with my Italian side, but is commended to all nations.
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How good it must have felt for the English fans to win The Cup in 1966, playing with a team comprised of their native men;
and sympathy for how ambivalent they might feel as a few blacks started to be taken onto the squad; finally disgusted and disinterested as the team’s percentage was significantly black.
The same sympathy extends to the people of the other European nations, the true Frenchmen, whose team not that long ago was all White, composed only of native French.
There really should be a rule that European national teams can field only native EthnoNationals on their team. Otherwise, what’s the point, ultimately as that slope slides, who cares?
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How England Won the 1966 World Cup
Of course, when the teams become meaningless for their mercenary composition, you might route as I do regarding American sports, that is, for individual players.
Touting for individual players might have been easier, the context more palatable in the times when Eddie Gray was playing… in his case, he’d provide identity for Scottish fans, of course.
The Italian EthnoNational Team wins Euro-Cup over “England’s” mercenary team, cucked with blacks and Mulattoes, a team that genuflects, bends the knee in submission to the Marxist, black supremacist movement “Black Lives Matter” – a movement (which had nothing to do with England in its pseudo inspiration over the accidental death of black criminal, George Floyd, in police arrest; BLM, which instigates blacks to riot, murder Whites, burn White cites and destroy statues and emblems of White history, even in places like England, which had nothing to do with it.
In the America’s cup, a victory for White Nationalism as well, as Messi and the Ethnonational Argentinian team won the cup over Mulatto supremacist, mystery meat Brazil.
But as I was only concentrating on The EuroCup, let me focus on that.
A cucked “English” squad, fraught with mercenary blacks had managed to get to the final, disgracefully genuflecting, bending the knee in submission to a foreign Nation, a black supremacist nation known as “Black Lives Matter” which has nothing to do with England in its inspiration (the death of black criminal George Floyd in police arrest).
The quick footed, ambidextrous and brilliantly skilled Federico Chiesa played with surprising standout throughout the tournament and kept pressure on the English cucks in the final.
The Italian squad, still young, but maybe their best all around in the years since I’ve been watching them, since the 1994 World Cup Final, culminated 34 straight match victories with a Euro Cup final win over the English cucks…
..metaphorically catching and taking down the cuckolds..
,..old hand Chielini looks as if Dante Alighieri has emerged from history to take down the revisionist upstart mercenary.
Over at Guessedworker’s Majorityrights, I made a few posts prior to the match:
Posted by DanielS on Fri, 09 Jul 2021 16:14 | #
To comment on Guessedworkers assessment.
There is good and bad in terms of guidance.
First of all, it is necessary to dismiss his adoption of the (((misrepresenting red caping of))) “post modernity” as a religion of self contempt.
Next, it is necessary to liberate oneself from the limitations of his clinging to the braille of psychology, that it is “consciousness” that they lack to defend their emotional and intellectual integrity. While it is true that ethnonationalim is the antidote to the unconscious road to cuckery, kneeling in submission to BLM as the pathetic, shameful assholes on this team supposedly representing England have done; it is not the thin instrument of consciousness which defends, but rather through the calibration of ethnonational praxis, wherein psychology, and indeed, even consciousness, are secondary feedback to the default of the stable gauge of this world view.
I have talked about ethnonationalism as calibration of the social group and more characteristically “left” while self destructive reactions of White identity onto the Jewish altercasting as “right” or “third position” is to vastly over stress what should be feedback instruments of objective truths, facts such as consciousness should be doing for the ethnocentric cause – when again, these pursuits which right wing reactionaries, reacting to the sophistry of Jews, liberals and disingenuous right wingers to the abuse of praxis, deem all important in futile attempt to found to a pure state above or below the slight arbitrariness of the thrownness, when in fact, these truth inquiries that the right is enamored of should function as feedback among other correctives to the homeostasis of species that is ethnonationalism.
This will be ignored here, stawmanned and anything that can be said against it will be used, as it has for years, but well, whatever. It is a sight if not committed to right wing notions of identity, then certainly preferring the coloring book of “the left”, the (((red caped))) distortions, misrepresentations of up-to-date philosophical conceptions of group self defense, maintenance and advance.
But again, inquiries fairly detached of praxis can provide keen insights and feedback like this, where GW says that in watching his cucked English national team play:
But the excess of words and misdirection in service of psychology is evident in the next sentence:
All things rather, are calibrated by the praxis of ethnonationalism.
And with that, Heidegger was on the money, along with Aristotle, that complete and pure detachment from the social praxis in which we are thrown is impossible.
The implication being that imperfect as it may be, some participation in attendance to the English cucks is warranted in order lend corrective to their shameful cuckery.
GW then invokes a time, thirty six years ago, when Englishmen could voice dissatisfaction with one black on the team, even if he scored the goal that broke Brazil’s lengthy winning streak.
It is unfortunate that standard is not upheld; even if it is just one black on the team, he is not English and his mercenary contribution should not be congratulated or ignored as a bad message.
Here I must disagree with GW then, where he concludes that it is not necessary to write off the goals scored by non-Englishmen purportedly for the English national team. That is necessary for an ethnonationalist in order to not yield to civic nationalism.
Thus, despite his brilliant discussion of the upcoming Euro final and the English team’s cuckery, I was disappointed to hear that 99IronDuke would tolerate two blacks on the team if only they would not kneel before BLM or that the English fans would boo in unison if they did.
99IronDuke
Why real Englishmen should not support the England Football team in 2021:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7W0cPQB-GU8
I was absolutely delighted when Italy won the 2006 World cup fielding all Italian men to defeat a largely Africanized “French” team.
When Italy fielded one black player – Mario Balotelli – in the 2012 Euro Cup final against Spain, it was all too difficult to route for the rest of the Italian players who put up with his participation and I did not mind at all all their humiliating loss in the final to a Spanish team that played with their own men – well, actually I think Spain fielded one black that year, which was why my attendance to the match was muted and neutral, not having sufficient respect for either team.
Having grown accustomed to hearing Nietzsche spoken of “anti-modernist” and his words backing that at least to some extent as he chides those who do not understand that he prefers the ways of his grandfather, that paragraph is awash in much toxic ridicule of ethnonational balance. So, I can agree, and appreciate GW’s novel characterization of Nietzsche as more of a modernist and “progressive.”
But when the shame of seeing the black faces of The “English” national team being panned during the playing of the national anthem, and the pathetic cuckery of these assholes kneeling before a black supremacist movement, when “consciousness” only goes so far as to figure out the logical contortions necessary to provide some pseudo justification to one’s representatives cuckery, then it is a consciousness being led astray and a logical, rationalizing ability in need of correction, lest it say, I shall route for my team to win despite its black mercenary players, for that is a victory for black participation in your cuckery. One black on the team is too many.
I can understand not being able to route for the Italian team as an Englishman, but to root for this “English” team, no. At best, one might route for individual English players to perform well.
But why the loosen of standards from thirty some odd years ago, when one black on the team was too many? Sure, watch the game with other Englishmen so that you can slip in critical remarks (the colored make up of the team and their kneeling before another nation, a black supremacist one at that) and find who has ethnonational sentiments that you can work with. But there is no reason why Englishmen should take the position that it is impractical to think that the English team should field English men – entirely; and to not root for them, if they do not.
One can criticize the Italians for fielding a goal tender who might be middle eastern or something and I can agree, but here, in the thrownness of circumstance, I am prepared that lesser offense to EGI (as compared to blacks) and would be quite happy if the Italian team defeats the English cucks.
As I see it, even if “England” wins the game, they lose for playing as civic mercenary cucks, and even if Italy loses, the win for playing as ethnonationalists.
And I am the better nationalist for seeing it that way.
“Englishman” Saka comforted by the ultra PC coach, Southgate, after Saka missed the final penalty kick which lost the Euro-Cup final against Italy.
“Englishman” Saka cries after missing the ultimate shot which cost England the Euro Cup final match against Italy.
Another commenter at Majorityrights remarked on the special status that blacks occupy in being deemed English, despite the absurdity, whereas, say, a team fraught with Chinese would not gain this status quite so…
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Manc #6
I don’t know for sure the reason why there are no blacks on the current Italian squad, what I do know is that there are none as far as I can see among the starters.
Even the goalkeeper, whom I was sure was middle eastern (still might be, at least in part, if given a DNA test?), striking me as such in cursory glance, turns out to be probably Italian enough.
It is an unfortunate loss for the Italian squad that Leonardo Spinazzola was injured during the Belgium match, but neither is his replacement, Emerson, as non-White/part black as he initially struck me as being. His mother Italian, his father, a bit more European looking than I expected. In better times, I would give them all DNA tests to adjudicate their merit to play on the Italian squad.
The team is Italian enough to root for and I would not Not root for them just because they might field blacks on another day.
Indeed, I would not put it past Italy to do so, they already have with Balotelli. I could not root for that squad, it was disgusting. As to be expected, he had White women throughout Europe, including Ukraine and The U.K. when he was there. One tabloid had the nerve to run a story about a White British woman who had the nerve to “compare” Balotelli to Wayne Rooney and declare Balotelli the victor. I’d love to replace that woman’s passport with one from Balotelli’s nation.
But speaking of Italy Not being immune to this, Balotelli, of course had an Italian woman and more there to be sure. My point regarding Italian football is not merely to concede that they are not immune to this; there is also something positive going on ethnonationally, as there is both a great deal of anti-racist pressure of the kind which Don Qyixote eloquently describes (more to say on that in a moment) operating against Italy (and against Spain, which is also to be congratulated) such that if they were really desperate enough, in what pragmatic sense, I don’t know, they could field some black players.
Coming to the broader point of Italian cuckery, well, that’s a part of the reason why I don’t live there and have lived on my Polish side. Not that the Poles are immune to it either, but the geopolitical circumstance has been buffered enough so that I don’t have to be provoked by it nearly as much. Not that it was so so much in Italy, but more than the famous stereotype of the macho – jealous – racist Italian man would lead you to believe as opposed to the reality. I could not go anywhere in Italy – including my grandfather’s village during the feasts – and not see at least one cute Italian woman with a black on some random day. And I’d be the only one having the infamous Italian fit about it. I got the occasional wink of approval, but the other men were mostly oblivious. So, I had to hunker down to a deeper base of operations in ready for the battle ahead. Poland is a place where I am equally at home and where I would not be provoked as much in that regard as the normal European man’s world view crystallizes and heals up in immunity as opposed to the pervasive anti-White world view.
Now, coming to Don Qyixote’s excellent remarks in #4 and #7 regarding the special place that blacks occupy in the anti-White agenda that is anti-racism – what is referred to as among the highest positions and in this case, the highest position, in the “progressive stack” in a lexicon in critique of political correctness.
The sickening truth of blacks special place as a weapon against Whites is warrantably assertable.
In his “kings new clothes” analogy, Don connects with an aspect of this anti-racist weaponry that I have discussed in that past.
What better way to prove your “innocence” of the original sin in the modern/ Abrahamic religion of anti-racism for Whites than to demonstrate the requisite rational blindness of pure objectivity in the Cartesian prejudice against prejudice by claiming and practicing obliviousness to the most obvious of racial differences – blacks as opposed to Whites. To not see the kings new clothes, as it were.
But it’s worse than blacks being the most different (in look and in EGI) in the arsenal of their own accord, in the utility and arsenal of Jews, right wingers, liberals and any others who might hate/ be indifferent, oblivious to correctivity of White homeostasis.
Their 200,000 some odd years of pre-evolution to European differentiation does probably give blacks advantageous biopower and biological hegemony in some circumstances, especially in the disorder of modernity, in episodic judgment, of the kind a sporting event and its multimillion dollar contracts would reward, and in the momentary and episodic judgement of ubiquitously pandered to puerile females, grossly empowered in their base, sub socialized instinct, to incite genetic competition. What better test weapon in their puerile intimidation in the initial interaction episode than the black weenie. To ignore as so much superstitious bullocks the relationships of forebears, the cultural patterns, the social capital and its reward for a far better way of life for them beyond the particular moment or episode, what should be a small sacrifice to the rewards of European sublimation; but so easily cast off in the wash of (((pandering)) as weakness, encouraged to pre-emptive acts of vengeance as in de Beauvoir citing Collette, “you will never do anything to me as hateful as I have already done to you.” Or in the false belief that there are no good, appropriate men for them in those cases where they have been abused and have fallen through the cracks, as if all White men deserve to be brought down.
Blacks have ability to run faster, faster twitching muscle fiber, more testosterone, etc., I have argued that they have quantified and maxed out masculinity. Is that good? It’s not good that White men are being told sheerly that they are not man enough by comparison, invoking a criteria which I call “universal maturity.”
Incited to competition thus, in a genetic arms race of masculinity, European men are being required to overcome their European nature, it’s optimization of masculinity, sublimated enough to be as creatively intelligent and productive as we have been. And While we may or may not be better paternalistic stewards than the Asians, we certainly will not be helped in terms of responsibility to our legacy and the hearth of earth by our White race becoming assimilated to African – a Mulattoization, by the way, which does not entail similarly doing away with pure blacks. They would remain in surfeit.
No, what it means to man up is being masculine enough to take the stance with regard to our women that they need to women up and be worth it, be more feminine and caring for our men and women. And the structure of the warrant to hold them accountable is to find a way to marshal borders and boundaries for our people. Thus, if women, girls, are not satisfied with us, they are free to leave, but they are not free to impose alien peoples upon our genetic interests. That’s what it means to man up.
Easier said than done in the pragmatic business world of the west, where the treachery of other Whites almost immediately introduces one to a course of rationalizations, resting somewhat paradoxically, pragmatically on that objectivist basis that the cunning of Jewry can so easily exploit.
Thus while I condemn the English squad for its mercenary black composition and hideous genuflection to a foreign nation, kneeling before a black supremacist nation, I recognize that it is not easy to correct a way of doing things that has been so rewarding in its accomplishments not only in England, but through its people throughout the world, despite leaving susceptibilities to the exploitation of those who are not only so heartlessly antagonistic, but powerful and immoral enough to act on those vulnerabilities. Those who would hand our girls and women over to the most disgusting males in the world, and kill our men, ruin our lives if we try so much as to say anything about it. We cannot allow White boys and girls to come into a world like this. And in European genus, we will stand with our English brothers in the ethnonational protection of their species; we will condemn their traitors, cucks and indifferent along with them.
Anyway, we won.
Why real Englishmen should not support the England Football team in 2021:
The England football team, assorted millionaires, only a some of them actually English, kneel before each and every match as a act of submission to BLM, a Marxist, black supremacy group.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7W0cPQB-GU8
Italy defeats Spain in Euro semi-final to advance to the final.
I was prepared to render this sufficiently conciliatory remark on behalf of Italy, thinking that they might not win, but the did win. Nevertheless, it is not a wasted sentiment for Spain, which surprisingly as well, played with their own native men, as opposed to mercenaries and thus can be proud, having just barely lost to Italy on the final penalty kick in the semi-final. Italy lost one of its best players, Spinazzola, too an injury in their victory over Belgium (eeew, fraught with mystery meat) in their quarter final victory; and thus have been forced to give the one less Italian derived plyer than others more playing time.
However, I was able to get a better look at Emerson, and despite my initial apprehension, I could see that he is certainly White enough; though he has an Italian mother, his father was clearly (as evident in photos)of predominant European heritage. Denmark seems to be fielding only one black (one too many) while the England team is disgusting. Shameful. Again, whether Italy wins or loses in the final, they can be proud.
The Euro-Cup is the second most important national soccer event after the World Cup.
The difference being that the Word Cup is fully international competition, while the Euro-Cup is only between squads representing European nations – or, so to speak.
England has three or four blacks in it’s starting line-up; Portugal is even worse in that regard. The horrid World Cup champion French national team fields a squad that is mostly black. But there is good news, as France got upset by Switzerland; and while Switzerland still fielded a few blacks, they won’t go far after having done the favor of having gotten rid of France. Portugal is out as well. Good riddance.
The really encouraging news is Spain. The team on the field is entirely White; not even the most anal retentive Nordicist could quibble with their being White. They do have one black on the team, but he didn’t play. And so, when teams like this play, as they did against Croatia, all White too, of course, both sides can feel good for having played with their men, win or lose. This is also very encouraging inasmuch as it shows that the powers that be in regard to overseeing the selection of squads are not being cucked as to what it means to be representative of their nation.
Italy has always been among the best in this regard. They let us down a few tournaments past by playing with a black. Not this time. The squad is near perfectly Italian. They do have one guy, Emerson, whose mother is Italian and father some kind of Brazilian. Darker to be sure, hair a bit dubious, but his father doesn’t look too bad, i.e., not too much the mystery meat, pretty European looking. Anyway, the Italian squad is worth routing for and has advanced against an all too funky Belgian squad; while Czech has surprisingly defeated a ridiculously black laden Dutch squad. So, there is a positive turn, in that this, being the most popular sport in the world, shows that people care about their national differences’ and where they are really on the ball, would rather lose with their own men than win with black mercenaries. And isn’t it terrific when your ethnonational team beats the black mercenaries and their cuck fans?
Thinking on similar lines is Adrean Arlott from “Compulsory Diversity News”
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STORY. I see no problem here – Just 400 years of American history… Or 4 million years of evolution… Or both.
What do you think Negro athletes are in today’s America? They are not entrepreneurs, money-men, or corporate masters. Negro athletes are animals, chattel bought and traded by an elitist business cadre who uses them to satisfy America’s insatiable psychological hunger for physical-supremacy-via-proxy.
I have never understood the motivation to sit and cheer for someone else to represent you at an endeavor you would like to succeed in.
I love PC games. However, I could never get off watching someone else win a computer game. I could never ecstatically lose myself in the victory of someone else beating a game I was too lame to be able to play. I could never riot because that person failed to win and someone from another city, or state, or country won instead of the guy from my hometown.
Oh, but that’s just a computer game – it’s not SPORTS!
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Was it as good for me as it was for you? No. And it never could be. I don’t get it. Why do people spend so much time mentally masturbating over sports teams, players, scores, shows, news? It is bizarre in the extreme.
My best postulate is that sports is a substitute for tribal war victory, and has parallels to jingoistic patriotism and the fervor with which modern wars are initially waged (before the full body bags start coming home). But then why are some people not infected? I wouldn’t want to lose a war, or see my homeland invaded – but endless emotional proxy, to constantly expose oneself to an orchestrated simulation of a tribal threat? It makes no sense to me. How can it induce such hysteria time and again? Why is there no law of diminishing returns for sports?
On a related note, what is it with foreigners on the teams of historically homogenous nations? I say this with specific focus on European football. How can French people cheer for their national team when the French team is full of Africans? I have seen that some soccer fans throw bananas at the negro players as a form of racist taunting. What does it mean to say that the French team achieved a victory, if the world considers a Negro to be their best player, or simply if their team has non-French people on it? That certainly doesn’t sound like anything ethnically French people should be proud of. If your only response to this query is – the best player France has isn’t black, he’s a white guy – you are totally missing my point AND you are completely hopeless.
Two French Players…
…and their wives