Woke Women: What Are They Good For?

I was watching an old episode of Cracker the other evening. Robbie Coltrane plays Fitz – a gambling addicted drunk and criminal psychologist who solves murders for Manchester police by providing them with a window in on the subconscious of the killer. The series dates back to 1993, and in one of the first scenes Fitz goes out for dinner with his wife and another couple, but after a few drinks he starts ripping into their female dining partner for employing a brown nanny at $3 an hour to look after her kids, whilst she earns $20 an hour lecturing on feminism at the university.

‘If only she was black, or better still, Filipino’ Fitz goads. The scene is cut prematurely short with still more to unpack, when he has a drink thrown in his face.

The fuel for Fitz’s fury was that she does not acknowledge the hypocrisy she is engaging in – the lucrative career championing the feminist struggle made possible by exploitative cheap labour of other women.

If anything, some 30 years later things have only got worse – we now live in a culture fully immersed in subversion and associated hypocricy – where up is down, silence is violence, men are women; and everything is a cultural crime scene investigated by political appointees.

I am Karen, hear me roar.

The past two years of the pandemic have all been about demographics and data. Ironically, we know now that Covid almost exclusively killed people over 80; we know that children were at virtually no risk of serious illness, and we know that the overall survival rate was over 99.5%.

The pandemic has also revealed that the manipulation and lies that we have labored under was prosecuted almost exclusively by woke women in positions of middle to senior management. Show me a department where Covid mandates and unscientific expectations were ruthlessly enforced, and at the helm will be a woke woman with psychotic Bambi eyes straining from behind her mask overseeing a risk averse tyranny of disproportionate response.

Woke women were not only overrepresented in the implementation of tyranny over the past two years, during that time they also revealed themselves as the weak structural link in any functioning system. What is it about this demographic that made them so susceptible to the anxiety driven suspension of common sense and cultural self-destruction?

Woke western women have been weaponized to work against the target culture from both within the family, and from the heights of senior management they now occupy, in a way that is reminiscent of how Edward Bernays – the father of advertising, first duped them into smoking cigarettes post WW1, by selling it as sexual liberation.

To get a deeper understanding of this type of mass manipulation, I would encourage anyone who has not yet, to see the excellent mini-series by filmmaker Adam Curtis on the life and work of PR psychologist, Edward Bernays entitled: The Century of the Self

In true Bernays style, the term ‘Karen’ is yet another subversive tool devised to then muddy the waters even further by silencing white women in favour of women of colour, unless of course those white women were willing to publically self flagellate with the same flail they had just finished using on their men.

Misery Demands Company

Woke women are desperately unhappy in their new role. The collapse in Western civilization has sold them Thelma & Louise with an Only Fans Plug-In, and handed then the wheel, but they are miserable and lost – their traditional role at the centre of the family and community has been replaced with the offer of being ‘Shit Men’ as my friend puts it. We have created an advanced society in which men are encouraged to be pathetic versions of women, and women are encouraged to be a shit version of men.

In East Vancouver young women dress like Gulag residents – dungarees, boots, shaved heads, round glasses, big coats and wool hats. They are fully ‘liberated’ and control every aspect of their lives down to gender identity, but they don’t dress like liberated spirits, they dress like inmates; prisoners of their excessive freedom. No one but the wet beta males they have helped create wants to fuck them, with whom they seem unsatisfied. And it’s understandable – they have emasculated their men to the point that even they don’t want to fuck them. Instead they lust for Rousseau’s Noble Savage – those that haven’t been under their scalpel; the culturally un-castrated. It’s the wholesale rejection of the product they helped design & create. Do you use your product? Never!

‘I don’t have kids, I have dogs instead…’

‘Why would I want to bring children into this world?’ (The world you helped create?)

‘There are too many people, it’d be better for the environment if everyone stopped having children…’

‘He’s a nice caring guy, but I don’t want to fuck him.. I want someone with confidence who takes control.’

These harpies are a societal definition of misanthropic and confused misery. They have rendered themselves redundant. They are not men, nor are they women; they are now little more than an activated accelerator for societal collapse. You can see what has happened here.

Conversely, the women I know who embrace what would be described as ‘traditional values’ are both comfortable within themselves, and appreciate their significance at the center of both their family and community where they are valued and respected. Such women, rather than being victims of the patriarchy, are not only by-and-large happier and more influential than their liberated counterparts, they are also valued and celebrated in a meaningful way.

But of course, the only version of motherhood that is celebrated by the media is that of Single Motherhood – the version where the state is the father.

And so we have to import people to keep the wheels of society in motion – Filipino nannies who have to leave their own families to clean for career woke white women whilst they earn four times as much lecturing in Women’s Studies, or care for them once they become incapable and isolated by their choices. Brown people to serve them fast food; more brown people to sell them gas, and of course mass immigration policies to feed it all. This is the nothing short of the wholesale destruction of all societies and all families.

No wonder they are annoyed when someone points it out.

When The Lights Go Out

My grandfather was from that pre-war generation that was highly resourceful, enjoyed a simple high fat diet and knew the real value of everything. Growing up, I remember him sharing his wisdom; teaching me how to fix a puncture, and feeding me pickled seaweed; pig’s trotter & tripe – old food.

If we needed something my Grandad would fashion it out of bits he had in the garage. I recall a kitchen clock, electrical extension leads, and various gardening equipment being produced via this method. Sometimes it wasn’t pretty, but it worked and cost nothing but his time.

In modern urban societies, this mindset is largely lost. Here in Canada we are fortunate to have populations outside of the cities that still have such a mindset, borne largely out of isolation and necessity.

I also have friends who left the city during the lockdowns and set themselves up in a semi-rural existence. They were not highly knowledgeable of building systems, but they are incredibly resourceful and resilient  – they have learnt to do everything themselves, and they make do. It is a perseverance of spirit that is wrapped up in their faith. And like my grandfather before them, they know the value and cost of everything.

In the modern city we are heading in completely the opposite direction. You can watch the smart cities of the future go up in real time – acres and acres of high rises going up across the city containing hundreds to even thousands of people per building.

We are currently in the process of creating a society of worker drones to operate the levers of the new Metropolis; a trans-humanist city of glass where man and machine finally become one. But unlike Metropolis, there will be no smoke or oil, this will be a city built on nano-technology, gene manipulation and social credits ending in a Singularity – a post-modern Tower of Babel – a self determinist gatecrash of the garden eviction, with the soul of man permanently imprisoned within the Beast System.

In those days men will seek death and will not find it; they will desire to die, and death will flee from them.

Revelations 9:6

Whilst rapidly developing the smart city, the predator class are simultaneously collapsing the complex yet fragile food and energy systems that allow advanced civilization to exist. This strongly suggests that at some point you will be required to sign up to the full package in order to enjoy the security and comfort life in a 21st Century city affords – complete compliance with everything from vaccines to digital currencies, and with it the loss of individual sovereignty.

Having managed and worked in numerous buildings of 60–150 units each, I have come to realize that the average urban resident is not only ignorant of the systems required to keep such a facility running, but also how the failure of such systems will make life there virtually impossible.

Besides the issues of control and access that come with both electric car technology and smart cities, which can be digitally disabled at any moment, there are also threats that cannot be dismissed by advanced technology that can severely affect building systems, such as natural disasters, an EMP, or a cyber attack on a control system. 

Let’s say you are a young person with aspirations to make something of yourself in the modern world. You just spent 4 years at college and have a degree and $75K in student debt; you just paid $1.1 million for a modern apartment in downtown Vancouver with your partner; you have a job that involves sitting at a computer 7hrs a day that allows you to work from home when the mandates dictate; you are up to date with your government injections, and believe that Central Bank Digital Currencies (CBDC) will make life easier. You have a little dog and eat out most of the time. You are a worker drone for the Beast System – you keep the wheels turning in your own small way – just one of a million of small cogs, but you don’t see it that way; you just want to get by and be successful.

Then one day the lights go out. No one has any power; there is no water. The government sends out an Emergency Alert telling everyone to stay calm, stay home and be kind. The provincial leader announces that emergency resource centres are being opened up and complimentary weed is being flown in. In reality these emergency resource centres amount to nothing more than a couple of dozen shipping containers full of emergency supplies scattered throughout the city, Meanwhile, practical reality starts to claw through the haze.

Who is coming to rescue me?

We are all trapped in this insane creation, but no one should think for a moment that compliance and loyalty will save them from the eventual return to practical reality that is only a financial or infrastructure collapse away.

The useless idiots of the culture war are being reduced to state-reliant worker drones fed on a diet of comfort and faux freedoms. They can text faster than a Hummingbird bird’s wings, and are relaxed with the confusion of gender fluidity, but they don’t know how the plumbing works, or even that without electricity life on the 17th Floor becomes as challenging as living up a mountain.

They have a sparsely stocked cupboard of food – probably a week’s worth at best. They have made no provision for collecting water, nor do they have any means of protecting themselves– they have maybe developed some muscles they developed with gym membership, but no training in how to best use their power, no training in personal security, and they certainly don’t own firearms – Trudeau said guns were bad and they believed him – only cops should have guns. But now all of the cops of suddenly disappeared and taken their guns with them to protect their families in the suburbs (yes, they will do that), and now they are all on their own waiting for the ever-expanding government that they helped to create to come and save them.

They have never considered that the lifestyle they have chosen is only made possible by a series of complex and delicately balanced support systems remaining uninterrupted. For example: If someone leaves a tap running on the top floor, the entire building is fucked. If the sprinklers go off, the entire building is fucked, if the fob access system losses power, they can’t get in. ‘But we have a back up generator system and emergency power systems’ For the lights and (if they are lucky) elevators’. Again, if they are lucky, the generator system is natural gas powered, but many are diesel, and like the battery powered emergency lighting system, it is set up to last hours rather than days.

When the lights go out, most people will be ill prepared to cope. Think of the panic that is generated amongst meta-teens when there is no wifi. If there is suddenly no power or water, what are the residents of a multi-residence high-rise going to do?

Without such systems, life in a modern smart city will become comically medieval within days. In a high rise without water, how are the residents going to get rid of bodily waste? It’s not like they can dig a pit in the garden. Just imagine hundreds, or even thousands of tightly packed residents stacked on top of each other all off a sudden unable to flush their toilets.

The people who spent their lives sat at computers keeping the wheels of artificial economies and crypto-tyrannies going will be reduced to pissing in buckets, and throwing their shit off their balconies in dog poo bags, very much as they did in medieval times.

From Ringmaster to Clown, from Slave to Emperor

But worst of all for downtown drones, now the homeless are the masters of their new reality – you now live in their world, but worse yet, their drug supply has suddenly dried up, and you are now living through a mass withdrawal by the most resourceful and unpredictable group in society, who now see you as easy pickings.

And then there is the significant minority of the population on anti-depressants like Prozac, which they have become reliant upon for mental health. If you have someone reliant on anti-depressants in your home or your building, then you have a problem… one more problem.

When the lights go out, smart cities will quickly become siege cities. Within days their occupants will have two choices: leave and take the risk of being turned back by suburban communities who have organized to protect their territory and resources, or stay and die slowly of violence, hunger and disease.

When the lights go out, it is on you. Prepare accordingly.

Come out of her, my people, so that you will not share in her sins, so that you will not receive any of her plagues.

Revelations 18:4