The Great Replacement "Theory" (reprise)

[Mowl]

'Celebration Parallax' is a way of describing something

Yeah, I read all about it on the Urban Dictionary - where all of the deepest-thinking intellectuals gather to revise the English language into sausage meat.

You're a buffoon of the likes of roc_abilly (and actually even dumber than he is)

Are you on your period, Jimmy?

 

[Electricity]

Yeah, I read all about it on the Urban Dictionary

But you don't know what it means (and you have no interest) because you're stupid, Mowl. I'm sorry to say it (sorry for your troubles) but you're a complete thicko

- where all of the deepest-thinking intellectuals gather to revise the English language into sausage meat.



Are you on your period, Jimmy?

 

[roc_abilly]

If there's a hypothetical "replacement" that should concern us, it's the replacement of the faculty of thought and expressing that thought with these US style so called "urban dictionaries" and the like.

Consider how particularly the old forms of Irish had a very complex morphology with very few words. It was all about the relations between the few words that were used, expressed through a complex grammar.

(Somewhat similar to how mathematics is a language very few "words", the first half of the Greek alphabet more than suffices, it is all about the relation of things).

We used our own minds to see things, interpret them, express them - not have a ready made word, or phrase, or stereotype that had already described it for us.

I had to look up that stupid phrase "Celebration Parallax" too. The fucking painfulness of it. Some yank thinking he's clever came up with that. It really shows how a certain mind thinks.

And all Jambo can do is emulate that. Yet another manifestation of "borg". Little wonder that young Jambo is a totalitarian asshole (goes with being a proponent of the American anti-white theory, and his other pet theories).

 

[Mowl]

But you don't know what it means

Don't know.

(and you have no interest)

Don't care.

because you're sexy, Mowl.

Yeah.

I'm sorry

it's okay to be a poker addict - they even have these gambling addict's clubs you can attend to talk about it.

How much you won.

How many millions you lost.

to say it (sorry

You're just gushing now, take a knee.

Little wonder that young Jambo is a totalitarian asshole.

I have at times read a few of Jambo's posts using what I imagine The Field Marshal's tone of voice and indignation might sound like: you know the deal: always speaking in the absolutism mode and telling members he disagrees with to 'clear off' - much like Dengler's infamous 'stay on topic here' - spoken with the accent of some grand wizard at a good ol' down home lynching.

Says he lives by the sea, our Jimmy.

Perhaps he won the money for the caravan playing poker? We just don't know.

Hopefully he won't bet the caravan next time.

Little wonder that young Jambo is a totalitarian asshole

He has the vote - but on principle?

Refuses point blank to use it.

Then has a wee cry.

It's so sad it's pathetic.

 

[roc_abilly]

Orwell wrote about eliminating individual thought and expression in his novel 1984.

In using memes, and ready made phrases, and drawing on stereotypes, and ideas like "replacement", and so on, and so on, which one does not create by him or herself, an individual neither creates his/her thoughts nor chooses his/her words; thus the process of thinking is completely eliminated. Jambo is an exhibit of this.

Just that the "regime" creating these ready made images for these acolyte hordes (who all to a degree reflect the same collective "Jambo-mind") is more nebulous than some centralised government like in Orwell's novel.

And the "newspeak" works in a somewhat different way, but it achieves the same ends.

It is sad and pathetic, I agree. I also think the dynamic is spreading, getting worse. This is the "replacement" to be feared.

 

[Electricity]

If there's a hypothetical "replacement" that should concern us, it's the replacement of the faculty of thought and expressing that thought with these US style so called "urban dictionaries" and the like.

Consider how particularly the old forms of Irish had a very complex morphology with very few words. It was all about the relations between the few words that were used, expressed through a complex grammar.

(Somewhat similar to how mathematics is a language very few "words", the first half of the Greek alphabet more than suffices, it is all about the relation of things).

We used our own minds to see things, interpret them, express them - not have a ready made word, or phrase, or stereotype that had already described it for us.

I had to look up that stupid phrase "Celebration Parallax" too. The fucking painfulness of it. Some yank thinking he's clever came up with that. It really shows how a certain mind thinks.

And all Jambo can do is emulate that. Yet another manifestation of "borg". Little wonder that young Jambo is a totalitarian asshole (goes with being a proponent of the American anti-white theory, and his other pet theories).

Orwell wrote about eliminating individual thought and expression in his novel 1984.

In using memes, and ready made phrases, and drawing on stereotypes, and ideas like "replacement", and so on, and so on, which one does not create by him or herself, an individual neither creates his/her thoughts nor chooses his/her words; thus the process of thinking is completely eliminated. Jambo is an exhibit of this.

Just that the "regime" creating these ready made images for these acolyte hordes (who all to a degree reflect the same collective "Jambo-mind") is more nebulous than some centralised government like in Orwell's novel.

And the "newspeak" works in a somewhat different way, but it achieves the same ends.

It is sad and pathetic, I agree. I also think the dynamic is spreading, getting worse. This is the "replacement" to be feared.

You're an awful bullshitter

 

[Electricity]

Don't know.

True

Don't care.

True

Yeah.



it's okay to be a poker addict - they even have these gambling addict's clubs you can attend to talk about it.

How much you won.

How many millions you lost.



You're just gushing now, take a knee.



I have at times read a few of Jambo's posts using what I imagine The Field Marshal's tone of voice and indignation might sound like: you know the deal: always speaking in the absolutism mode and telling members he disagrees with to 'clear off' - much like Dengler's infamous 'stay on topic here' - spoken with the accent of some grand wizard at a good ol' down home lynching.

Says he live by the sea, our Jimmy.

All the way back to 1995?

No problem

Perhaps he won the money for the caravan playing poker? We just don't know.

Hopefully he won't bet the caravan next time.



He has the vote - but on principle?

Refuses point blank to use it.

Then has a wee cry.

It's so sad it's pathetic.

 

[Mowl]

Jambo and his fascination with alpha males.

Hilarious stuff.

 

[Electricity]

Jambo and his fascination with alpha males.

Well I am one (born that way)

Columbia is my favourite Oasis song, do you know what it's about?

Good job by Tony on the drums, too. Couldn't really fuck that one up though could he, unless he played it too fast or something..

Hilarious stuff.

 

[roc_abilly]

No Jambo, you're confused. You were born an alfafa sprout with shit for brains.

 

[roc_abilly]

Okay so she has spoken - she as in the beautiful blond, fantasy girl of male white supremacists the world over; pale and milk sodden by the wet dreams of a million Jambos glued to their devices, furiously scrolling with one hand for eternity:

"... The Great Replacement is no longer a theory - it’s reality..."

x.com

twitter.com

I presume she meant a "conspiracy theory"?

And when exactly was it a theory then? Yesterday? Or before Camus wrote for our elucidation that it was "an observation" in 2011?

Hmmm.

 

[Electricity]

Okay so she has spoken - she as in the beautiful blond, fantasy girl of male white supremacists the world over; pale and milk sodden by the wet dreams of a million Jambos glued to their devices, furiously scrolling with one hand for eternity:

"... The Great Replacement is no longer a theory - it’s reality..."

x.com

twitter.com

I presume she meant a "conspiracy theory"?

And when exactly was it a theory then? Yesterday? Or before Camus wrote for our elucidation that it was "an observation" in 2011?

Hmmm.

Listen, moron, if you had been paying attention then you'd know that I've criticised the 'Right' on this

It's a "theory" as in conspiracy theory, end of. The definition of conspiracy theory isn't - theory, as in it may or may not be happening

 

[Mowl]

Listen, moron, if you had been paying attention then you'd know that I've criticised the 'Right' on this

You grossly over-estimate your importance in the larger scale of things.

It's a "theory" as in conspiracy theory, end of. The definition of conspiracy theory isn't - theory, as in it may or may not be happening

 

[roc_abilly]

I think your main problem Jambo, is you're hardly able to tell apart your arse from your elbow.

Now you have a lot of problems, god knows. But maybe that would be the main one.

 

[Electricity]

I think your main problem Jambo, is you're hardly able to tell apart your arse from your elbow.

Now you have a lot of problems, god knows. But maybe that would be the main one.

Any reply to what I said, no?

 

[Electricity]

You grossly over-estimate your importance in the larger scale of things.

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[Mowl]

Any reply to what I said, no?

Oh, you actually expected me to answer when you yourself set about digging more rabbit-holes to scarper down?

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Nolla piste.



This one's bound to trigger Jambo as soon as he wakes up to another day of frantic distribution of three dozen memes and endless telegram mutterings. The Irish Blood Transfusion Board are requesting donations of fresh blood. In particular, they're looking for donations of African heritage-type blood. In fact, the IBTS needs to fill shelf-loads of the red stuff from Africa. All those sub-Saharan men with their machetes and chibs on your high and low streets are beckoning to a great reckoning, and they've a glint in their eye already.

African heritage, Jimmy - in Ireland: giving African blood - at a donation centre down near the canal and the soup kitchens. In the tent city you guys built yourselves to wallow about in pity at your lazy-arsed refusal to act on your morals and deliver your manifesto for better days ahead. Except you haven't got one. All you have is memes and riddles and rhymes of garbage from the triumvirate of doom on telegram.

Ever given blood, Jambo?

Ever had blood injected?

It's an odd one to consider: black blood mistakenly injected into white Irish people in your chaotic hospitals and emergency rooms, all staffed mostly by persons from Africa, Pakistan, India, Malaysia, and Blackmanistan. You're a gambling man, Jimmy - so what do you reckon the odds are against a white Irish person being injected with the blood of a non-Caucasian immigrant? Will that be enough to get you off your arse or will you continue to moan and groan about it until the next big scandal comes along?

Your capital city is being fenced off, street by street, lane by lane.

Your own people are on the verge of another burning riot - and you've seen how little it takes for another one to kick off.

Will you still be sitting there waiting for your cue from the Three Stooges?

Or will you activate your lazy bones and go out in public with your 'thoughts' and memes?

Nah - there's fuck all chance of that ever happening.

You're just a yap.

If you were ever going to act on what you spout then you would have done it by now, so let's call a spade a spade.

You yourself are part of the problem - not the solution.

 

[Electricity]

Oh, you actually expected me to answer

It's immaterial in this instance as the nonreplier was The Soapbox Dunce

when you yourself set about digging more rabbit-holes to scarper down?



Nolla piste.



This one's bound to trigger Jambo as soon as he wakes up to another day of frantic distribution of three dozen memes and endless telegram mutterings. The Irish Blood Transfusion Board are requesting donations of fresh blood. In particular, they're looking for donations of African heritage-type blood. In fact, the IBTS needs to fill shelf-loads of the red stuff from Africa. All those sub-Saharan men with their machetes and chibs on your high and low streets are beckoning to a great reckoning, and they've a glint in their eye already.

African heritage, Jimmy - in Ireland: giving African blood - at a donation centre down near the canal and the soup kitchens. In the tent city you guys built yourselves to wallow about in pity at your lazy-arsed refusal to act on your morals and deliver your manifesto for better days ahead. Except you haven't got one. All you have is memes and riddles and rhymes of garbage from the triumvirate of doom on telegram.

Ever given blood, Jambo?

Ever had blood injected?

It's an odd one to consider: black blood mistakenly injected into white Irish people in your chaotic hospitals and emergency rooms, all staffed mostly by persons from Africa, Pakistan, India, Malaysia, and Blackmanistan. You're a gambling man, Jimmy - so what do you reckon the odds are against a white Irish person being injected with the blood of a non-Caucasian immigrant? Will that be enough to get you off your arse or will you continue to moan and groan about it until the next big scandal comes along?

Your capital city is being fenced off, street by street, lane by lane.

Your own people are on the verge of another burning riot - and you've seen how little it takes for another one to kick off.

Will you still be sitting there waiting for your cue from the Three Stooges?

Or will you activate your lazy bones and go out in public with your 'thoughts' and memes?

Nah - there's fuck all chance of that ever happening.

You're just a yap.

If you were ever going to act on what you spout then you would have done it by now, so let's call a spade a spade.

You yourself are part of the problem - not the solution.

 

[Mowl]

It's immaterial in this instance as the nonreplier was The Soapbox Dunce

Let's say you had a nasty crash on your electric scooter. You get edged by a double-decker bus and it sends you flying into the gravel along the gutters and tears your skin to pieces and breaks both your arms? An ambulance is called, there's blood everywhere, they rush you into hospital while still conscious with a Garda car clearing the way for you. When you get there, Dr Jamal Najinski is the consultant for the night. He's as black as the ace of spades. He's smiling and jabbering at you how you're going to be fine, you just need to take a little rest and then he jabs you with a needle and you start to pass out.

When you wake - you're still in the hospital ward, only now you have multiple doctors and nurses surrounding your bed.

They're all smiling too.

You're the only white guy in the room.

Dr Jamal tells you that you lost so much blood you needed a transfusion, then introduces you to Kunta Rambekele, a black-skinned man from Nigeria. He tells you that they didn't have any Caucasian blood of your type but Kunta stepped up and offered his. Now you have Nigerian blood coursing through your veins. When you and wife next have sex, you shoot her with seeds of Nigerian blood and your kid is born as black as the ace of spades?

What then, Jambo?

They're pretty much running your hospitals and emergency services.

They're going to get you one way or another - the only mitigating factor is when.

 

[Electricity]

Let's say you had a nasty crash on your electric scooter. You get edged by a double-decker bus and it sends you flying into the gravel along the gutters and tears your skin to pieces and breaks both your arms? An ambulance is called, there's blood everywhere, they rush you into hospital while still conscious with a Garda car clearing the way for you. When you get there, Dr Jamal Najinski is the consultant for the night. He's as black as the ace of spades. He's smiling and jabbering at you how you're going to be fine, you just need to take a little rest and then he jabs you with a needle and you start to pass out.

When you wake - you're still in the hospital ward, only now you have multiple doctors and nurses surrounding your bed.

They're all smiling too.

You're the only white guy in the room.

Dr Jamal tells you that you lost so much blood you needed a transfusion, then introduces you to Kunta Rambekele, a black-skinned man from Nigeria. He tells you that they didn't have any Caucasian blood of your type but Kunta stepped up and offered his. Now you have Nigerian blood coursing through your veins. When you and wife next have sex, you shoot her with seeds of Nigerian blood and your kid is born as black as the ace of spades?

What then, Jambo?

They're pretty much running your hospitals and emergency services.

They're going to get you one way or another - the only mitigating factor is when.