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Celebrating Kwanzaa at Christmas in Mitchieville

Friday, December 28th, 2012

My angry brother has two sons: Gluten Badwulf, and Spud Badwulf. My brother, and his family, are visiting me, Fenris Badwulf, here at my abode in Toronto, the City of Light. Thanks to the ongoing efforts of our activists, Toronto, the City of Light does not have a road net capable of handling traffic. That was decades ago. Now, public transit has reached ‘capacity’ and become one of those open air, green zoos for primates. Thank you, activists. None the less, for the young (such as Gluten and Spud), underground trains have a particular fascination. So, let us celebrate urban culture and journey with Gluten and Spud as I, Fenris Badwulf, take the nephews on the TTC.

The Nemesis

Thursday, December 27th, 2012

Sometimes, you just know. My nephew Spud, Spud Badwulf, the youngest of my brother’s kids, has take home homework for the Christmas, er Kwanzaa, Holidays. My brother, his father, is in a line of work where he has to pretend to be politically correct to maintain his position. So, reminders of activism in the sanctum of his home make him … angry. Eternal vigilance is the duty of his family and friends. When he sees Red, he sees red. And only this morning his son, Spud Badwulf, was talking about his take home homework: the title of which is Good Morning Mister Cucumber. Your suspicions are correct; they are as correct as political correctness can be. Thank you, Set, the Snake God, that my angry brother was not present. But I was.

Celebrating Kwanzaa at Christmas in Mitchieville

Wednesday, December 26th, 2012

Yee Haw, it is Boxing Day … the best day to take the nephews out shopping. I am out with my brother’s sons Gluten and Spud to spend a day bonding. Like most white people, our fun making culture celebrates making fun of cripples in public places, like fast food joints and shopping malls. But political correctness raises its ugly head: cripples are now to be called gimps, ‘tards, and mutants. Ah So. So join me, Fenris Badwulf, and my nephews, Gluten Badwulf and Spud Badwulf, as we make a trip to the shopping malls this Boxing Day, to shop, eat, and have fun.

Celebrating Kwanzaa at Christmas in Mitchieville

Tuesday, December 25th, 2012

After the food has been shoveled, the booze guzzled, and at least one of the old folks has gone to vomit in the stairway leading to the bathroom, it is time for Kwanzaa. It is Christmas, after all. Any made up festival that has a black candle as the central spiritual principle sparks a sympathetic cord in any follower of Set, the Snake God.

My nephew, Gluten Badwulf, has a mixed heritage. His mother is German. He told us all about Kwanzaa at Christmas dinner. That went over real well, especially as his father was drunk at the time. We had CBC on the stereo as elevator music. Gluten’s father has to pretend to be politically correct at work and really has a hate on for progressives, activists, and Bolsheviks generally. Hearing that his kid had been brain washed by some ***bad words*** at the school his taxes paid for did not please him. Gluten caught on to the fact that his Dad was not a Kwanzaa worshiper, and passed on the conversation to his younger brother Spud.

Indeed, Spud Badwulf is the youngest of my nephews. He freely admitted that Kwanzaa is part of the mathematics curriculum in his taxpayer funded public school. But the version of Kwanzaa taught to Gluten differs from the version taught to Spud. The younger students are getting the improved version of Kwanzaa. The older, obsolete version is still being taught to older children, like Gluten. Neither version has much appeal to parents, so the school establishment encourages the young children under it’s care to STFU and not talk about what they are learning. By the way, STFU is an ebonic term for something.

Some details about Kwanzaa were let out before Spud’s Dad took control of the conversation and moved it elsewhere. The idea of burning black candles is interesting: everyone knows that burning black candles brings evil into the spell. Red ones, burning red candles will bring passion; associated with a black candle, you get blood shed, violence, and road rage. You do not have to be a necromancer of any talent to realize that the situation in the modern ghetto seems to be a life force consuming enchantment propelled by the sort of spell driven by burning black and red candles. The green candles speak to the free ranging whores, nob goblins, and cult of bastardy found in those places. Too bad Christians have been set back, so far as to be unable to warn the simple and innocent folk of the evil demons that they are unleashing on themselves.

Activists are atheists and feel free to play in the sandbox of the images of the collective subconscious. They do not believe in demons, and if a demon pissed on the subway, cut his dope with asbestos, or raped his daughter, they would not see a demon. Heck no, they blame the white man. This has a sort of appeal to the sort of demon that likes mischief mixed in with his mayhem. You can also look at the seven candle device used for Kwanzaa worship. It mocks the God of the Jews. We can conclude that the prison trained devil worshiper who designed this bit of necromancy has a hate on for those people.

My nephew Gluten is a good boy. He keeps his family up to date on what he learns in school, even if his Father (a busy man) pays attention to other things (the collapsing economy, mafia involvement in the construction industry, and the decline of automotive manufacturing quality). So, I was fully aware of the Kwanzaa component of the mathematics syllabus in our public education system, even if the Education minister, administration, and tax payers are not. What progressive fun! It was like watching something in a crystal ball. How could I help? After all, I care.

You can turn Kwanzaa to your own purposes. Think of all those young souls as a power source. The older ones, the enablers, are closer to the Emerald Entrails of Set, the Snake God. You help push then into the stew pot of perfection. Easy as boiling an egg, and you do not need boiling water. In my case, I helped young Gluten with his Kwanzaa homework. He was tasked to design a Kwanzaa ritual illustrating the seven principles of that faith. I have some experience in designing rituals. It was as easy as the Ring Wraith form of Julia Child stuffing a turkey. Young Gluten’s activist teacher did not even have a crumb of doubt or disagreement when she agreed to recite the words, make the symbols, and (ultimately) invite the poltergeist into residence in her car. Everybody in the know laughed and laughed.

You too can turn Kwanzaa rituals to your purposes.
January is the month of the Re gifted Soul at temples of Set, the Snake God. You are invited to partake in the orgies, feasts, and debauchery. There, between pleasures, you will be instructed. Everybody is welcome. Just use the passwords Julia Child Necromancer to receive your privilege token.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. I care

Gun Control! week in Mitchieville

Sunday, December 23rd, 2012

So, you thought Gun Control! week was over, eh? I did too, until I turned on the Television, opened the paper, and sparked up the Radio. Ghack. Here I thought the problem of Guns! had been solved. No, it is worse. The way this issue is turned on, pumped full of immediacy, and then drops off like an employment equity hire spots a goober into the Caesar salad, leaves one feeling … unsettled. Surely the death of innocents is something worth solving; why does this issue just sprout up then disappear? If an honest person believed the rhetoric spewed forth from the left, they would not abandon their position. Unsettled, indeed. One is left with the impression that Gun Control! is a faked up issue, a marketing ploy, a telemarketing gambit. (more…)

Gun Control! week in Mitchieville

Saturday, December 22nd, 2012

Gun Control! week festivities are winding down like an abandoned car sinking into the earth. President Obama is off to vacation in Hawaii; that RINO House Leader is facing a peasant uprising; and only the ability challenged media is left standing to keep up the hooting, vegetation tossing, and ground slapping about Gun Control!. But newer, fresher newsprint selling memes have arisen; Gun Control! is yesterdays news. And will remain yesterdays news until the next suitable incident gets cherry picked by the media. The other incidents get a pass.

Keep your Gun Control! arguments ready. Out there the media is ever watching, censoring, and making up stuff. Out there is some white hispanic about to get a makeover into full white. Out there is a paranoid schizophrenic about to get a makeover into full white. When that happens, the ability challenged activists will come charging out of the jungle of ignorance: hooting, ground slapping, and tossing vegetation. Go! Go! Gun Control!

Gun Control! week in Mitchieville
has been a great success.
Grant checks have arrived from other layers of state administration; some even from foreign jurisdictions (thank you, State of New York). The custodians of the public purse are extra incompetent during the times of hooting. There have been no Gun! crimes amongst the good people of Mitchieville. Go Figure.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. I care.

Fenris Badwulf caring person

Thursday, December 20th, 2012

What says caring more than Holiday gift giving? What is a more caring gift than to have a recently retired Baby Boomer committed to an asylum, seizing their assets (that plum of bi-weekly pension checks!), and feeling smug and superior about it all? I am drooling.

Gun Control! week in Mitchieville

Thursday, December 20th, 2012

Nobody needs Guns! Young Trayvon 2.0, who looks like Obama’s son, has been accused of attacking someone with a sock filled with human feces. We can all breathe a sigh of relief knowing that the strict Gun Control! policy of Chicago has saved the world the news of another school massacre. This particular, not very important assault (N-person perp, female victim: who cares?) was caught on those security cameras that nobody watches in real time. It is a comfort to know that after you are assaulted, raped, robbed, or simply urinated upon, that there is a video record. Who needs Guns!?

I am too weepy with tears to continue. Be content in the knowledge that the police will show up to photograph your stiffening body, the media will sensationalize your death (provided you are Queer, Deformed, or an N-person [actually, this depends on where you are on the ladder of White Guilt]), and justice will never be met out while N-people are in jail. This year, the most popular Holiday Season gift will be a firearm; next year the tax payers (‘Kulaks’) will not have enough disposable income to buy weapons. This is part of the Five Year Plan!.

Big tax increases are coming. Unless you have a pay check, you won’t notice. Which is to say, your welfare check will not be affected. If you are in the welfare class, and all the Guns! you see are the illegal, unregistered versions used by criminals. But the poor criminals were made that way by endemic white racism and institutionalized gender discrimination. So if you ask yourself why it is that non-criminals are being persecuted here, tell yourself to shut up. Go, Go, Gun Control! Five Year Plan!

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. I care.

Gun Control! week in Mitchieville

Wednesday, December 19th, 2012

The shrieking primates of Gun Control! just will not let you sleep. They hoot, they toss vegetation, they slap the ground. Dear God, any god but Christ, let the Bonobo Activists cease interfering in my life. No such luck, you racist white right wing extremist: not until Mummy and Daddy Activists have ground you down to a second childhood will they relent. So, join in the hooting Go! Go! Gun Control!

Do you need more emotionally based reasons why all Guns! should be banned? How about all white people are serial killers? Take away their Guns! and the carnage will stop. Without Guns! you cannot kill anybody. Or, at least the media will not report it, which is the same thing.

Speaking of serial killers… I live in a part of Toronto filled with white people. This is the part of town where the administrators of political correctness hang out. You can walk the streets at night, there are plenty of night time amusements, and the shopping is dreamy. There is, of course, a shortage of diversity. N-people are as thin on the ground as the crime rate. Women walk their dogs at night, old people shuffle around with walkers, and the slant eyed convenience store owners do not have shaky hands like survivors of the occupation of Nanking. But I am filled with fear: I live in a colony of serial killers. Tens of thousands of Jack the Rippers. Ugh.

In Canada, we have Gun Control! Not enough, but much better than the crazed white right wing extremists to the south. Nobody should have Guns!. You can rely on the white guilt gobbling media to go ape over any instance of Gun Crime! Like the hooting right now. Ah hem. Anyway, what triggers these white serial killers? At least I am sort of safe where I am right now: the mere sight of a Gun! can set any of these white devils off. (Exceptions: Gays, Queers, Homos, and whoever the media is giving a pass too these days). What does set these serial killers off?

Consensus view is that it is not mental illness that causes people to go crazy. Like when the queers infiltrated the psychiatric establishment and voted themselves normal, likewise being crazy does not make your crazy. Going off your meds does not make you crazy. No, it is the presence of Guns! that make you crazy. This is reassuring to me, personally, because there are few guns around where I live, and quite a few on psych meds.

Really, what does set off serial killers? Are serial killers the same as mass murderers? Now that Brevik guy, he was so traumatized by being fag trained in knitting that he plotted for decades to meet out bloody revenge. Good thing we have lots of fag training in our schools. It was Brevik’s access to Guns! that made him make that bomb, fake police uniform, and read Sartre.

Just get rid of the Guns! and the voices will stop.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. I care.

Gun Control! week in Mitchieville

Tuesday, December 18th, 2012

Did you wake up this morning with the sick feeling that there are still Guns! out there, just waiting to shoot people? How many innocents will die today? Another Trayvon? Will their name be Rayon, Dacron, or Polyester? Gang bangers do not kill people: Guns! kill people. Most, if not all, in fact more than all, of our social problems are solvable with Gun Control! Stop thinking and start feeling you numbed out fellow citizens.

Today is the day for Gun Control! to happen. Gathering points can be set up, volunteers can take the Guns!, and unionized social workers take them to where they can be destroyed. Imagine Gun Control! Never again a Gun! crime. Never starts today. Raise up your voice for Gun Control! Shout down those opposing Gun Control!. There is no appeal to reason when it comes to Gun Control is Go!

Your bowels are loose from fear of Guns!. Soon, today, Gun Control! day, those dangerous Guns! will be in the hands of unionized state employees; the same people that made pot holes extinct, ended Telemarketing, and make public transit safe, affordable, and efficient.

From sad to happy, like after you take your morning medication, it will be. Gun Control is Go! made so by our wonderful leader with his mandate from the illegal immigrant and baby momma vote. A rung on the ladder of achievement. Next: collectivization of private property.

Without Gun Control! there can be no collectivization. Do not let a crisis go to waste, comrades. Shout out for Gun Control! Take away the weapons of the tax payers.

Gun Control! week in Mitchieville

Monday, December 17th, 2012

Due to the loud public outcry, Mitchieville will celebrate Gun Control! week this week.

1) Public mourning will be in effect. Everybody will put on a suitable face in public. Show your feelings. Show that you care. Think about how safe you will feel when only people you trust have guns. People with good judgement, good character, and good spirits.

2) The People’s Militia is ordered to organize and follow Crimson Sky protocols. As a sign of good leftism, the police are ordered to disarm and disband: you cannot trust the police with guns, but you can trust your neighbors and yourself. Weapons and ammo will be handed out to citizens of good standing on the citizenship list. You know who you are. Those with their hand grenade, land mine, and air defense certificates will receive a few crates of munitions.

3) There will be mass arrests of criminals likely to use guns as they arrive in Mitchieville by public transit from Toronto, and other urban cesspits. Other criminal elements will be arrested; their wealth redistributed, and Global Warming carbon footprint minimization protocols immediately implemented. You can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that there will be snow this winter, and Lake Ontario will not rise sixty meters in the spring.

4) Nuclear weapons under the control of the Supreme Central Library of Mitchieville will be armed, fueled, and placed on five minute launch alert.

Now, at last, we can sleep at night knowing that Gun Control! is in effect.

Take advantage of the bargains at the Mitchieville Flea Market.

Lets go Gun Control!

Monday, December 17th, 2012

Another day, another barrage of demands for Gun Control! from the caring, feeling, emoting village peoples of the left. I am moved to tears. Just like American born, true Red president Obama. Boo Hoo. People born in Hawaii are naturally more caring, feeling, and emoting. They are not self conscious, and ignore the cultural norm that men who cry are fags, especially those who cry so photogenically for the cameras of the main stream media. Boo Hoo. Gosh. Indeed, Gun Control! is inevitable. The one sent to save America from the evils of white slavery, economic collapse caused by inadequate welfare spending, and certain doom at the hands of Global Warming will save us from the evil of guns. Hurry, BO, make guns illegal. The next massacre is on you; the next cute as baby primate ghetto child shot in the head is on you; the blood of every person who dies of guns is on you, BO. You got the mandate; act.

Oh, excellent third world examples of Gun Control!

China has a piracy problem: their solution: the Hai Jin.

An excellent example of third world diplomacy.