Tuesday, April 12, 2016

A Poster Boy for Ethnomasochism

I suppose there are, or have been, ethnomasochists of races other than the White race, but I don't know of any. Come to think of it, once ethnomasochism gets prevalent in an ethnic group, that group's days are numbered, for obvious reasons.

We have plenty of ethnomasochists in this country, and the MAG (Media, Academia, Government) is hard at work trying to spread the faith everywhere — everywhere among Whites, that is. Other groups are encouraged to have pride and assert themselves in every way — but for some reason, the idea has caught on big-time in Scandinavia, far more than anywhere else, as far as I can tell. I suppose there are historical reasons why ethnomasocism is such a big thing there, a much bigger thing, evidently, than in other White countries. and if anybody has any explanations, I'd be glad to hear them. Now, if Scandinavians have some notion of historical guilt, they should feel apologetic mostly to other Europeans, because that's who the Vikings were attacking and pillaging. They got as far as Newfoundland and Constantinople and Sicily, but I'm sure they never got to Somalia.

And that leads me to the Poster Boy for Ethnomasochism. You can't make this guy up. He's barking mad by anybody's standards. I've been intending to write something scathing about him, but Jim Goad, author of The Redneck Manifesto, which I highly recommend,  [link] beat me to it. His language is a little vulgar here, but God knows the situation calls for it:

Grab Your Ankles and Let Them In

Ladies, gents, and everyone who can’t decide what the hell they are, I believe we’ve found the Ethnomasochist of the Decade.
Karsten Nordal Hauken describes himself as a “socialist, feminist, and anti-racist.” That’s three strikes right there. He is a member of Norway’s Socialist Left Party. Although allegedly a Norwegian, many have suggested that his brown eyes disqualify him from any claims to a pure Nordic badass Berserker Viking heritage.
Hauken says that about five years ago, he was brutally raped by a Somali migrant he’d invited to his apartment, presumably to play checkers and talk about the weather. After being raped, he was rushed by an ambulance to an emergency center, where DNA evidence was plucked from his rectum.
About six months later, his assailant was arrested for carrying a knife, and police matched his DNA to that they’d scraped from Hauken’s booty-hole. The unnamed Somalian claimed that his sexual encounter with Hauken was consensual, but he was found guilty at trial and spent four and a half years in prison for the crime.
But Hauken says that after being informed that his former ass-invader will be deported to Somalia after being released from prison, he is undergoing a severe crisis of conscience that, but of course, he wishes to share with the world for their edification and—in my case, at least—amusement.
I’ll allow Hauken to hang—or, rather, geld—himself with his own words:
I felt a relief and joy that he was going away forever. I felt that the Norwegian government took on the responsibility to exercise the ultimate revenge, like an angry father who confronts a child abuser….But I also got a strong sense of guilt and responsibility. I was the reason why he should not have to leave Norway, and heading for a very uncertain future in Somalia. He had already served his sentence in prison. Should he now be punished again? And this time much harder?…
I do not feel anger toward my rapist, for I see him most as a product of an unjust world. A product of an upbringing marked by war and despair…
I am afraid that no girls want me, and that other men laugh at me. Afraid that I’ll be perceived as anti feminist when I say that young men who are struggling should get more attention….
I am a heterosexual man, and I was raped by another, presumably heterosexual man…a Somalian asylum seeker. My life fell into ruin, but now I feel guilty about him being sent out of the country….
I stand rock solid in my opinion that people like him need our help. I want us to continue to help refugees with such a background…For I am a human being first, and not a Norwegian. No, I’m part of the world, and the world is unfortunately unfair.
Read the rest here:
http://takimag.com/article/grab_your_ankles_and_let_them_in_jim_goad/print#axzz45Wb52jM6
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Quibcag: Here, Keitaro is masochistically submitting himself to the wrath of the girls of Love Hina (ラブ ひな Rabu Hina). You know that, on some level, he's sort of enjoying it.

1 comment:

  1. No surprise, you've probably heard this before: Dumb broad goes to Haiti, gets raped by local wildlife, and in her twisted mind 'It's WT's fault!'.
    If it was up to me, she can be the Jane Goodall of Haiti for the rest of her life - as in, she chose to go there, she's chosen to stay there.
    As far as Goad's piece is concerned, I'd be willing to bet there were more than a few times his pet was allowed to pretend this cuck was his girlfriend.
    Then one day he said to his pet Somalian ''not tonight honey, I've got hemorrhoids'' but his pet neither understood, nor cared. Tore him a new one... Literally.

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