25 years ago. Fat nigger in line ahead of me rings up $200 grocery bill, mostly junk food. Pays with EBT card. Cashier tells her she owes 5 bucks for the cans of dog food. She walks off the line holding me up. (I had $50 worth of food.) Comes back a minute later with a package of hamburger meat and says take the dog food off her bill. She paid nothing for a cart full of food. I paid cash for my small purchase. Going out to the lot, there she is with hands on her bloated hips waiting for the grocery boy to load her brand new Mercedes SUV with her free food. My 1972 Ford with the bald tires and rebuilt starter was parked nearby. I heard her bitching at the White kid loading her car for not placing the packages properly in her trunk. It was right there and then in that parking lot at Winn Dixie that the nigger-hatred that I carry to this day washed over me.

I want to see them all dead.

The Left/Wokesters over reached a long time ago and a lot of people bailed from that shit, but the Technopricks and MSM are still managing to keep those still on the Woke Boat convinced that everything is sailing along just fine. Stuff like these obvious Liberals catching on that something is seriously fucked up with the Left Agenda gives me a tiny ray of hope.

I haven't met a lot of sjw types irl, so my bar's pretty low. My woke breaking point was when the 'kin' shit was gaining in popularity and merging with the LGBT crowd. The self-diagnosing of mental disorders and the glorification of them was a big one as well. A bit later I saw shit about intersectional feminism being the only REAL feminism. Are they sure? All or nothing? And there's these fuckers who believe they're toddler dragons or some shit, and want to bring that into feminism. Good fucking luck, post-modern 'academic' fuckwads. The woke breaking point of a lot more people is going to come when they add 'P' to LGBT.

It's not just a single breaking point, I'm plummeting through barrier after barrier.

As a very peaceable, easy going kid who kept to himself, "around blacks never relax" was always as plain as day to me, they were my literal opposites, all they do is scream, fight, steal and make trouble. You get proven right in spades though. Like when a nog jumped out in front of my bike and put me in a ditch and him and his buddies were about to jump me for "looking at them wrong." (ahh yeah, you were about to jump into my path on purpose you fuck!) Or the time some nogs at the edge of town tried to forcibly convince my country cousin to give them back "their" bike... watching him try to grapple with the reality of what was happening, while they demanded his bike and he was stuttering and confused. Meanwhile I'm freaked out cause I know that I'm dealing with niggers, niggers steal bikes and this scam is going to turn into a robbery at knife point for all I know. So I played along for a second and let them get deeper into their scam before informing them that we "could not be the thieves they are looking for because we clearly came from the wrong direction." While they tried to refute that I was watching for the red light and when it happened I yelled "Ride!" and we crossed the street and then booked it downhill.

I suspect that I've a touch of the tism because I've been able to see through this bullshit from a very young age and I used to challenge my teachers and professors when I knew I wasn't getting the whole story or when I was being preached at. I never learned how to do the whole 'image'/conformity thing. When the school was coming up with 'emergency plans' for school shootings I was the kid who kept pointing out that administrators were literally giving detailed instructions to a would be shooter, who is far more likely to know the plan than not. I always thought "bring your daughter to work day" was total fucking bullshit and I remember arguing with my parents about it.

I remember driving through Jewville after 911 when everyone was flying American flags but all the flags were Israeli, big light blue stars next to the stars and strips, 6 pointed stars in place of the stars and stripes... That's when I realized they weren't Americans they were just kikes who live here.

I had to take mandatory SJW 101 almost 20 years ago at this point and I remember refusing to do assignments and writing what I would call a 'protest essay' instead, pointing out (in a polite Tim Pool-esque way) why the professor was a retard. I remember being disappointed by all my sociology professors. I later read Steven Pinker and watched enough Jordan Peterson to understand what was happening but at the time I just knew they were wrong/crazy feminazis. Let me tell you Yuri is 100% correct too, this was all happening in sociology departments and liberal arts universities 20 years ago at least, the cancer has a source.

There was the time I was poking around the college intranet and I found the diversity grant recipient grades table (it looked like this: D, D, B+ *In Class specifically for grant recipients that should not even be worth credits, D, F, D, A+ *in black studies). The cream of the urban crop, taking a free ride and maybe 10% were capable of a GPA north of 3.0 and they all majored in bullshit.

I was done with the Dems when they wanted me to accept Hillary Clinton, I should have seen through that muzzie fuck Obama too but I was too busy trying conform and get laid.

I never trusted the press, especially after reading Chomsky (look up Manufacturing Consent it was standard leftist cannon but now it's been stuffed down the memory hole) but I always associated them with GWB style war hawking. It was "Gamers are dead" and watching them fall in line around a narrative convinced me that the rabbit hole went far deeper and now I'm more critical then ever. I try not to read the shit because it's 'so tiresome' at best and literal mind rot at worst.

The next 5 years are all the article, I've been awake (not 'woke' awake) and I witnessed all of that shit. I'm so sick and tired of it, they turned me from a neutral party for common sense into someone who gets hard reading William Peirce novels.

It happened in 1987. My girlfriend and I would go clubbing on Fridays only. One weekend we hit a new club. Quickly found it to faggot centric. My girlfriend was a friend with benefits in reality. That night she got drunk and strayed away with her girlfriends. I decided to leave and her friend said she get her home.

The next day I found 16 missed calls on my phone from her.

She and her friends went to an after party and she passed out. It was at a faggots apt. She said she woke up to the fag on top of her trying to insert his dick.

His excuse was she was beautiful and wanted to know if he was still aroused by woman.

She was so freaked out that she had the gamut of STD Tests you could get. All negative.

I saw him again and sucker punched him outside of another bar a few months later. Broke his nose, blacked his eye, and stomped his crotch for attempted rape.