There are several million Bangladeshi Muslims/their descendants in India who have not budged an inch from where they have settled. There are literally tens of thousands of Rohingyas well settled in sensitive areas like Jammu and our national capital, New Delhi. We are now in the
initial process of receiving thousands of Afghan Muslim refugees.
A country's borders, its weapons, its soldiers are all meaningless unless it has the willpower to uphold the sacredness of those borders. This is why I have always maintained that the rapid demographic growth in
Af-Pak accompanied by the unstable political situation there will have very serious consequences for us. Look at the level of simping for muh "poor Afghan wahmyn" which is already happening on Pajeet right wing twitter to understand just how this country will react when refugee
columns in their hundreds of thousands and even in their millions appear on our North-Western border. "They are actually Muhajirs/Baloch/Sindhi dissidents fleeing from the oppressive Pakistani Army! We have to help them. Just think of the women and children man!"
And just like
that, the gates to the kingdom will be thrown open.
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A reminder that most of the 'friendships' that you have, especially as an urban young middle class guy, will turn out to be very superficial and unreliable when tested against the slightest pressure from the harshness of the real world. Boomers seem to have been much luckier in
this regard as well. Even in their early 20s having a good 4-5 close buddies who would travel halfway across the city on cycle through for more than an hour to hand them some form for a govt job or notes from class when they were sick or busy with a sister's marriage preparations
or something. Such guys would almost force you to take up lodging at their already crowded small 3-person rented room near college when your money order got delivered to the wrong address and you had to wait for a new one and were getting kicked out of the hostel for non-payment.
People don't see it. They think it's just still all shitposting and edgy memes, and basement dwellers vs. e-thots, incel rage at hoe rehabilitation. Modi Memes vs Rayta Ram-Raheem.
But the water isn't so still now is it. There is a tinge of some colour, some will say a taint,
which has ever so subtly disturbed the balance of nothingness. No one really believed in anything, everyone wanted the party fund to be political careerists' cash cow, Nationalist rulers leeching now 24x7, Anti-National rulers leaching after this election cycle or the one after.
No one wanted to kick the bucket too hard. "Just tell them you celebrated and partied so hard on the day of the Ram Mandir Judgment. Yes, everyone says the same thing and agrees with this and says they were also partying and going gaga.. No one really cares about what an
Those village grannies didn't study much, some till 5th, some till 8th, some not even that. They didn't really know how to get around any further than let's say 15 or 20 kilometre outside their village on their own. They weren't capable of doing
anything of much use in the 'modern economy'. But they never really just sat around and chilled. They got up very early, looked after their cows, washed the floor, worked in the fields, cut down firewood, etc. You could see, these women, working tirelessly, much more than even
young mules. They didn't have much to gain financially individually. But it made things easier, sometimes just hardly easier by a very thin margin, for their families and their Kids, their grandkids, their husbands, their brother-in-laws, their nephews, their grand nephews, their
I do remember flashes of her. The worthy woman. The well-meaning woman. The well-spring of warmth, that woman. The organiser of the humble household, the work-loving woman. She was filial & familial, that's how she had her felicity, that is how she fashioned her feminine
form. She was moral, modest & meticulous, thus she was Mother. A miracle upon the land, a medicine upon the soul, A mountain holding back the horrors of the world.
Deferential, dutiful & doting, she was and will always will be, the destined daughter of the devotee of divine
daughter. A blessing, a boon, the bringer of birth, this Bwe – her begotten bravehearts will banish this bacchanalian Blackness! Bold & Brazen, these believers will blot out the Beguilers and Blasphemers!
So then, eventually it is this endangered enigma, the traditional woman,
WHY CHADPILLING IS WOMANISH AND RED/BLACK PILLING IS MASCULINE
Chadpilling is a completely Womanish attribute which is at its core almost an exact replica of a toxic feminine trait which almost all of you will have seen or observed in your own Life. But before that, think about
this, if you are in any normal Boys' Group in High School or College or even afterwards, how would your friends react if you came back from vacation with a round Halwai type Tond (Paunch)? Will they pretend to not see, will they say you look so healthy and fresh, will they just
mention it in passing hoping to avoid any awkwardness? No, almost always, you will face a tirade of brutal jokes mocking you for being a fat fuck. It will be a relentless and savage tirade of jibes, almost at a level where some might use the term 'peer bullying' or 'emotional
'Is Desh Mein Optimism Bikta Hai' - This line is from a stand up comedian Biswa Kalyan Rath which was just a sort of filler in one the videos him and his partner (Kanan Gill) uploaded on YouTube. At that time it just seemed like an oddly funny somewhat half-true stereotype,
exaggerated for comedic effect. But it's actually an incredibly accurate, nearly profound statement describing a social reality which encompasses everything in this country. Fraudulent smiles, Delusional 'Sab Changa Si' attitude, ignorant and arrogant Vishwaguruism, all are part
of this dhandho racket of selling Hope, which NPCs hordes, hypocritical boomers, penny-pinching merchant hoarders, and such other assorted douchebags of the Pajeet Race are all happily part of. It's like a Dark Comedy playing out in a Circus Clown Show of a Country, the most