Density of Life, Divine Giotto and the Biggest Dick the World Has Ever Seen

As published at SubStack, 7/12/22:

[Mekong River in Can Tho on 3/4/19]

Density of life is not for everyone. Some people can’t stand sharing with anyone a wall, ceiling, bottle, kitchen, bedroom or toilet, etc. They’d prefer to feast, get drunk, argue or have sex alone. I understand.

Vietnam, though, is about density of humanity, and that’s true of this entire region. As has been pointed out, most people on this trashed and gasping planet live inside a circle encompassing Pakistan, Indian, most of China, Japan and most of Southeast Asia.

The reasons are obvious. Large rivers irrigate the land and facilitate trade. Long planting seasons ensure abundant crops. South and East Asia, then, have been most conducive to human survival, but when the living is easy, breeding is a breeze, until each lane and alley is choked with guys just like me!

Still, I’m betting on this region as best at surviving the globalist onslaught. With Sri Lanka imploding, this may sound foolish, but India, China, Japan and Vietnam, etc., can lose 9/10th of their populations yet remain essentially themselves, with all their flaws. Resources can come from Russia. Unless this entire world blows up, Eurasia is the future, however short.

If so, what about Europe’s western end? Like the US, it’s thoroughly Jewscrewed, with the majority having a great time having their assholes torn apart. Else, they wouldn’t keep destroying themselves for Jewish wars, with Syria and Ukraine merely the latest.

Even many who know who’s buggering them are girlishly gigglish with their lingo, so it’s Zionist, Joo or merely J, if that. “Those who print the money” is a delicate allusion. Many “dissident” writers hide their names, and most commenters are even worse, for, anonymously, of course, they routinely attack those who expose their catastrophe and acquiescence. “I wouldn’t want to dox myself,” a young rebel with much invested in the system told me, so you’re well fucked, I thought.

The war in Ukraine will expand, because Jews have never minded seeing lots of whites massacred. Remember the Holocaust! Even without nukes, much of Europe is being steered towards destruction, just as with WWI and WWII, where Jews were also pivotal.

From this wrecked Europe, nations that are most proud of their native heritage, and not cross dressing and self-castration, will have the best chance at reconstituting themselves. If Serb, Albanian and Hungarian identities are intact, those nations are intact.

That said, I’m rooting for all of Europe. Having spent four of my best years there, in nearly 20 of its countries, I’ve never hidden my admiration and affection for Europe. Giotto, Caravaggio, Vermeer, Goya, Monet, Bonnard, Beckmann, Dix and Ensor. In Naples, I gasped at the Farnese Bull. I lived down the street from Boccaccio’s. Though the odds aren’t great, I still hope to down a few more pints at Norwich’s Adam and Eve. Newly arrived lad, it’s only been around since 1249. Continuity soothes.

In 2018, the Dalai Lama said, “I think Europe belongs to the Europeans.” Just as Cambodia, say, belongs to Cambodians. Though merely stating the obvious, the Dalai Lama raised eyebrows, but only white ones, in whitish countries.

Those who find the Dalai Lama’s statement obnoxious, if not racist, should be glad to know there are billions ready to prove him wrong.

Visiting Macau in 2019, I heard this hilarious joke from poet Ravi Shankar: As Brits were leaving India, an Indian said, “We’re glad you’re getting out of here, but do you think that’s that? No, we’re coming with you!”

They’ve been coming all right. As with Iraqis, Libyans and Syrians, many flee from countries ruined by whites, fighting for Jews. As a thank you, these clueless mercenaries will get their own homes destroyed. Without Israel, Lebanon would not be a darkened husk, a fate that awaits white countries, too, as their citizens are scattered across what remains of this earth.

On March 19, 2003, the United States began the invasion of Iraq by striking its capital with Tomahawk missiles. Twenty-two days later, Baghdad finally fell. By contrast, Russia has barely hit Kiev after 139 days, and it has not destroyed its infrastructure, so American Graham Siebert can still use Wi-Fi to comment from that most gorgeous of cities, “My hope is that we get rid of the Russians and that the EU and NATO drag their feet to the point that Ukraine never joins. But first things first—we have to win the war.”

Problem is, Ukraine cannot possibly win this war. Should Russia get into a bind, from increased NATO participation or whatever, it will simply use nukes, starting with tactical ones aimed at Ukrainian targets, then school bus sized Poseidon torpedoes launched from the 600-foot-long Belgorod submarine, if necessary, to turn London into Atlantis. The Belgorod is the biggest dick the world has ever seen. Its nasty name is merely named after a city.

While still in Namibia, I strongly suggested to Graham that he and his family take refuge there, but this was impossible, Graham said, for he had too many people to look after in Ukraine. He’s an honorable man.

In Cairo in February of 2021, I met a young Ukrainian tour guide on his vacation. Everything was fine back home, he said. When the American instigated revolution of 2014 changed Ukraine for the worse, he was just a child, however.

Visiting Kiev in January of 2016, I saw a kneeling young woman begging behind a cardboard sign as snow was falling, while another woman grabbed me on the street to ask for money. That has never happened to me in any other European city, and it is absolutely not happening in Vietnam now, but such was Ukraine as sucked into the American orbit.

At Bar Baraban, I was lucky enough to catch Anton Ryzhenko play beautiful piano. If still in Ukraine, Ryzhenko would have been conscripted to fight and die for his Jewish president, Volodymyr Zelensky, who once pretended to play the piano, most memorably, with his cock.

Hailed in the West as a new Churchill, Zelensky is a creation of the oligarch Ihor Kolomoyskyi. We, too, are being kneaded and pounded by Jewish bosses, except we’re being played, so the solution is to get as far away from that sick circus as possible.

That’s why I’m in Vietnam. Tonight, I’ll finish my $3.51 bottle of Vietnamese red wine, VangĐàlạt. Tomorrow, I’ll get my $1.28 bowl of rice vermicelli with grilled pork, spring roll, crispy pork crackling and strips of pork skin.

Do enjoy your last bit of bacon.

[Anton Ryzhenko at Bar Baraban in Kiev on 2/11/16]