The mainline media has suddenly begun reporting that black gangs have this game where they roam around and someone knocks the hell out of a white person. The media are discussing it, and talking about the fact that everybody knew about this for years but it was never mentioned publicly.

And you, Whitey, have come to Doctor Bob to deal with this problem.

What is REALLY the problem?

Stop hyperventilating and take a long, slow breath.

Now take another.

Long, slow. That’s it.

Now repeat after me.

“I, Whitey, am an abject, bed-wetting coward.”

Yes, I know it hurts a lot when you first admit the truth out loud.

Here are some pretty pink tissues you can wipe your little nosey on while you take another breath.

Now, don’t you feel a little better already? Doesn’t it feel better to finally to dump all that White Guilt horseshit and admit to yourself that you are just plain chickenshit?

The real reason you never spoke up when black gangs knocked out a white person had nothing to do with those Noble Feelings of White Guilt you always hid behind when you wet your diapers when “race” was mentioned.

Nothing Noble about it, and for the sake of your own mental health, you must dump that White Guilt coverup immediately.

Every bully has a toady, the kid who runs with him. The little toady is the kid who is the most helpless and cowardly of all the kids. His toady is always on the bully’s side. He cheers for the bully. Everybody else in the school obeys the bully out of open cowardice. The bully’s sidekick hides his own cowardice FROM HIMSELF.

Go ahead, cry. I know this is hard for you, but it is the only way you can stop being a sicko.

We’re ready for another step away from your mental illness, so repeat after me:

“I have to change my diapers whenever race is mentioned. But I never admitted the real reason for that soiled linen.”

“The real reason is because I am afraid to speak up because some blacks and their white toadies might beat the crap out of me if they don’t like what I say.”

There, there, I know it hurt, but soon you will be relived to get that off your chest and some of your mental illness will go away.

That’s enough for today. Repeat these admissions out loud a couple of times and call me in the morning.

In the meantime I’ll see if I can’t arrange a gut transplant.

Spotted on Facebook by a BUGSER:
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This line is from the sign of one of the rare BUGSERS who actually got out there and held up signs.

You can find it at whiterabbit.net, about the ninth picture on the left under Googlewhitegenocide.  It’s right under the picture of our beauteous Political Corrrector.

That is a GREAT line!  The best attack on “Diversity” yet! I met the guy who carried that sign but with ADD I can’t remember his name.

Great artists are supposed to often be jealous of their masterpieces.  But people who are natural teachers are never more delighted than one of their students takes what they say and IMPROVES on it.

This student of mine has seen me and raised me.  I think he gets the point.

Somewhere I noticed a black and his blonde “Tasha” discussing her “racist” neighborhood. Let me give you another example of the kind of thing an expert of many decades on power like me would notice: In ancient times which in current politics and on the internet means five years ago, a picture of a black and his blonde girl would get the requisite several hundred Politically Correct readers and a ninety percent thumbs up.

Since WE hit the internet, these routine PC pieces have gotten more and more and overwhelming thumbs down.

No one is going to mention that but me, though I am sure it is common talk at SPLC.

I cannot master the mechanics of getting my comment in, but one of you few working BUGSERS might do it for me when such things appear.

“What if this black guy’s blonde had plastic surgery to make here look like one of the mulatto little girls their union would produce.”
“I am willing to bet money that her Black Lover Boy would fall out of love with her fast, just as Tiger Wood would never marry a girl who looked like a little brown daughter of him and his blonde Scandinavian wife.”

“When you think about it, the Golden Rule pops up in some unexpected places.”

That’s my ante, use it or raise it.