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Andrew Jackson's life and presidency reads like entralling screenplay. make grug think

It is a super-power that whites can reason abstractly.

The problem is that too often, people begin to imagine that the imaginary is real, or worse, that the real is imaginary. Then they end up fighting in the realm of fantasy and ignoring reality.

For instance, some people carry the strange notion that "the government" actually exists. As if the government has weight or substance, or a will of its own. Once you understand what "the government" actually is, and how it works, it's like seeing the man behind the curtain. It's not a set of documents or titles, it's that other people respect those things and defer to authority. There is nothing magical about it. It's just a symbol.

The jews are able to deal with the abstract (to a lesser degree than the average white), and they think that words are magic because words have some sort of power. This is why they think silly thoughts like "If I wave this chicken over my head God will not be able to see all the injustices I have done and I will be perfectly innocent." They don't realize the plain truth in front of them, that people need to eat and wear clothing and that money isn't actually real.

My caution to white people: Do not treat ideas, goals, esoteric concepts, the abstract, etc... as if it is real. You get into trouble when you do this.

Always break things down to reality itself.

A good exercise: What good is money, really? You can't eat it. It's not very good at starting fires. So why do we desire it so much? Whenever I have cash, I spend it almost instantly, purchasing things I need, stockpiling things that can be stockpiled, or paying people I owe money to. Under no circumstances will I ever hoard cash, except maybe an "emergency supply" just in case I have a hard time obtaining cash for a while. Cash is not inherently valuable, and I don't want it except as a means of exchange.

If cash were to lose all of its value overnight, I would probably be out a few thousand dollars at most. This is a tiny fraction of the rest of my wealth. The rest of my actual wealth is in things that I actually use and things I can actually touch. I can eat my cows and sheep, or I can give them to my neighbors who might want them for trade. I can open my chest freezer and pull out meat to grill. I have clothing in my closet and gas in my car's tank.

I just remembered about this place. Crazy stuff man

This is such a distant memory that I don't even remember it directly, I remember remembering it, but I think I remember remembering a vague idea of a man forcibly having a woman brought into some kind of empty white space (I had very abstract daydreams as a child) and stripped naked, being circled around by the man, and then being put into some state of distress, and I remember the thought of feeling some sort of satisfaction that little me couldn't understand, but then in my older mind, it got recontextualized and I legitimately think child me was some kind of sociopath

Similarly, at age 6, I imagined capturing mourning doves, capturing them in glass cases, and making them watch me crush their eggs, always with hatchlings inside, and in my kid brain I always imagined them yowling like cats, and it made me feel so good in some horrible way. I would continue to have the same fantasies, but more, well, fantastical, trying to endlessly make up more surreal, dramatic situations like angering or distressing weird demigods or being punitively de-born and reborn as the type of bird I was torturing/aborting

If there are any shrinks in the comments, is this normal?