One Flew Over WAKANDA.

Do you preach cultural diversity and tolerance from a postcode that is whiter than an episode of Frazier projected onto a Hellman's mayonnaise advert on the side of a Transit van?
Maybe you live in an enriched urban melting pot like London and you are afraid to go to the bank machine in the middle of the night in case you are attacked by Neo Nazis!(sniggers behind hand.)
Seriously though I read the guardian for twenty odd years before Soros and Bill Gates started telling the journalists what to write.
In 2023 I'm starting to wonder if the legendary indignation of certain newspapers in the UK hasn't been lobotomized permanently by that nurse Ratchet of killjoys: The World Economic Forum.
Most normal grafters and out of work plotters and thinkers should be smelling a large rat right about now. We cannot openly voice our disapproval at the latest cultural humiliation being implemented on us for fear of getting charged with terrorism and enduring five years in prison.
Let me put it another way. When you walk down the street in Bradford, Leicester or London you are not necessarily harbouring any grudges for the world around you. Why? Because you understand that to live in a constant state of agitation, fear, resentment and nostalgia is completely at odds with the World as it exists today. In other words you just want to go about your day incurring the bare minimum of mental trauma and physical damage. I wouldn't call it the path of least resistance I'd call it acceptance of a reality for mental health reasons. Adapt and survive.
The problems start when you're told that you're still a white colonial land rapist for walking down the street with four white friends. It's the perception that you're getting a bit cocky and need to be brought down for past sins by your Granddad's Grandad overseas. Seriously?
There will be no mainstream media outlet to back you up if you feel like taking pride in being white for no other reason than that is what you are. The gift life has given you to enjoy like any other culture or race. Forget about it.
The media shepherds and manipulators know damn well that they are going too far with this shit.  Signs of White erasure and White replacement are omnipresent In the UK in 2023 but to comment on it in the press, on the television, even on the street can land you in the dog house, maybe even in prison. So what do we do?
Do we leave the urban shitholes behind and vote our way out of trouble? HA!
You might enjoy being a country mouse but the city rats are coming for you. Don't you think?
Even as a taxpayer and homeowner In the glorious British countryside you are, in the eyes of the urban guardian readership, taking up too much room. Of course it's quasi communist bullshit to say that YOU should reduce YOUR living space for no other reason than some (truly) privileged journalist hack said so. Eat shit!
Communal living and sharing the burden are always punishments for people who have indepently succeeded and thrived in spite of a society telling them to reign it in for the sake of cultural diversity. The idea of telling four white lads walking down the street to reduce the cocky swagger because they are reminiscent of Michael Caine in the film Zulu is of course a joke but who's even going to risk laughing at anything so insensitive? 
If a small child tugs on our pant leg and asks if they can go to WAKANDA we may laugh along in a similar vein to maintaining the idea of Santa Claus. Well what if the person pulling at your pant leg is a grown adult who believes that WAKANDA is real, for fucks sake.
The least savoury ingredient in this media industrial complexes melting pot right now seems to be white meat. The question is what will be done with majority populations in their ancestral home countries when the Turkey says no to Christmas.

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