On compulsive hoarding and over-sentimentality.
I've noticed it's become all too common for people, especially Whites, to hold on the egregious amounts of unnecessary, useless, meaningless, odd, and otherwise just plain ugly, shit. Garbage. Clutter. What have you.
Look, I understand what it's like to grow up and be poor, truly. I've lost 30k in savings down to $300 before, you'll find no argument against being thrifty from me. But there's a degree of keeping/saving things, ascribing attachment to things, and coping that "everything is fine and as it should be", that goes well beyond all reason. Whether this is directed at you, a family member, or someone you know and care about, hear me. You HAVE to stop/stop them.
Going past the spiritually jewish aspect of rabidly holding onto every little morsel of trash you've assigned value to like some Semitic goblinite, it's also just plain stupid and detrimental to everyone it involves. And this is how. Suppose you have this issue and you raise kids in it, not only are they going to grow up with this being seen as "ok", they also are going to have to maneuver their whole lives and activities around your piles of shit. How is that fair? Suppose it's a family member or close friend that's doing this, they often have a hard time being healthy, finding motivation, filling their lives with goodness and virtue, being a paragon to their people and kin, and why? Because they're too self absorbed in their piles of trash and it's management to go forth and represent the race and it's future.
How can you begin to lecture our folk on how to live and operate when you are a hoading weirdo? How can you set the example of the "mythic badass father" to your kids when you're surrounded by dysfunction and laziness? How can any of us have open and unapologetic pride in our race and even our clan and family, when our abodes are steeped in useless collections of nothing?
Cont. In part 2
