Rocco and his brothers
Rocco and his brothersi is the definitive offering on the very narrow interest topic of just how idiotic the Italians are, as a race, and why exactly.
People today, by which I obviously mean vocal ESLtards, imagine "America" through its "we are the premiere science and technology institution in the world" invented Reddit, no less. For the same money they also imagine Joseph Smith invented religion, and go about wearing their underwear on their head or whatever branded nonsense.
All that history-starts-when-I-opened-my-eyes ludicrous bullshit aside, Reddit was long invented, in the crowded insulae of the Roman empire, twenty or so centuries ago. It's not that these civilised retards -- not merely civilised and retarded but actually retarded because civilised -- can never shut the fuck up. It's not even that they can't perceive the world, themselves nor anything else in any other terms than, literally, branding. It's not exactly that they are entirely paralysed, utterly incapable of any meaningful activity because it seems to them spending an hour doing anything, anything whatsoever is less productive than spending the same hour "raising awareness" among the rest of the sardines they're packed with.
Yes they believe in the Catholic afterlife just like UStards believe in 401k's, and for the exact same fucking reason in the exact same fucking manner : by virtue of being just too tightly packed, three tapeworms to the turd. That's it. They have to believe in something ; and that belief informs their everyday "activity", such as it is. The man has to, you understand me, has to rape his younger brother's girlfriend, notwithstanding that there are ten trillion other girls sleeping in the same two by three god damned basement as he is. He has to rape her, even though he doesn't even want to! He has to, because otherwise what would the other schmucks think ? God forbid he ends up Reddit-impopular in the subreddit of poor southerner dumb fucks in Milano. That'd be the worst!!!
And then the younger brother has to, you understand me, has to take this seriously. More seriously than he ever did, and ever could take the raped girl herself. Because what's in a girl, there's ten trillion of them, exactly identical, packed into the same two by three god damned basement he inhabits with his mother and four brothers and a further gadzillion other Italian subhuman monkey-apes. Whereas an act of significance, an awareness-raising, now that's a big deal. It is. It definitely is. It absolutely has to be, you see, because if it wasn't... what the fuck are all them retards even doing there, packed like sardines in a tin ? You don't propose the young man invalidate the whole cultural tradition of his mula of a mother & the collection of uncountable stramules, merely to help nevermind help, merely to permit a woman he lovesii enact herself as a being in this world! Such'd be untinkable.
And unthinkable is, for this volluble species of non-thinking molds and fungi. They grow, they spawn, they thicken the soil with their viscous runners ; they befoul the air with their noxious emissions. And still they spawn, and squirm, and howl.
How could one not despise the despicable gypos after seeing this film ? Tell me, I wish to hear.
———- Rocco e i suoi fratelli, 1960, by Luchino Visconti, with Alain Delon, Renato Salvatori, Annie Girardot. [↩]
- She, for what it's worth, tries to dissolve the crap. Except she's Italian, not Jewish, so she doesn't try effectually, she tries religiously. She expects that her self-sacrifice in the shape of perpetuating the idiocy (with the tiniest sprinkle of personal humiliation of the truly evil woman that caused all this) will be recognized, in spite of its structural ineffectuality! Because, you've guessed it, the afterlife delusion. She can't separate herself effectually from the idiocy of her countrymen, and consequently she can't act effectively to the dissolution of their idiocy.
She ends up killed, in a final act of redemption, by a very typical one of the idiots, who takes upon him the purely symbolic "punishment" in exchange of permanently protecting the ape culture & civilisation from any possible shred of humanity.
It's really a pity this scum didn't end up thoroughly incinerated in WW2. Talk about missed opportunities, the fact that there were any Italians left at the end of '45 is possibly humanity's greatest failure to date. [↩]
Sunday, 8 November 2020
Yo, you're secretly a prejudiced moron. I suggest you go to a diversity training program. Seriously.
Sunday, 8 November 2020
I suggest that whore of your mother should have been stopped from fucking drunks.
Sunday, 8 November 2020
Dear Mircea (the person responsible for this blog-site),
First off, I dislike offensive words.
Secondly, I'm NOT prejudiced. I STILL LOVE ALL COMMUNITIES OF COLOR.
Thirdly, I'm NOT sexist NOR misogynistic. I still like women, men, non-binary people, intersex people and transgender people.
Lastly, you should REALLY apologize for insulting my mom. My mom is actually sober. It really hurts my feelings if you call her names like that. NEVER insult my parents ever again.
SERIOUSLY!!!
-Dilly/Dylan
Monday, 9 November 2020
Nobody asked you anything fuck/shitface.
Back to the hole with you.
Monday, 9 November 2020
Watching randos just tryna make it in this game of trolling MP is always such a riot...
Monday, 9 November 2020
That's not the best part. The best part is where ButtPill's email uname actually is "creativegenius2004".
Monday, 9 November 2020
Dear Mircea Popescu,
My name is actually DYLAN; my online nickname is Dilly Mackey. Never call me "ButtPill" ever again.
Please apologize for insulting ME, or else I'm NEVER gonna talk to you again,.
SERIOUSLY!!!
-Dilly/Dylan
PS: I'm NOT a troll. Seriously!
PPS: Yo, I'm still gonna ignore what the bullies have said about me on the Internet.
Monday, 9 November 2020
Footnote 5 applies. Come back when you've got some whores to show. Until such a time, your existence is invalid.
Monday, 9 November 2020
Did you actually just say that?! SERIOUSLY?
Monday, 9 November 2020
Yes. I'm not even kidding about it, either. I do not believe bois, human males who do not own women (and note the plural) can possibly have anything meaningful or important to add to any conversation. Theirs is a junkyard experience, the point of view of parts abandoned, dysfunctional mechanisms slowly rotting, neglected under the elements. Neither their daily practice nor their memories and miss"understanding"s are or could ever be substantive part of human experience, not anymore than the Chittagong scrap heap is part of seafaring, or the great Pacific garbage patch is part of fine dining. Let "our brave boys" go quietly into the night, because I join the prevailing stance throughout both history an' geography in utterly not giving a shit, nor can there ever be such a thing as a home for them.