CM PRESS # 341

NEWS BUSTERS:  NATIONAL MEDIA COMPLETELY IGNORES BLACK ATTACK ON A WHITE MAN WHO IS NOW BRAIN DEAD AFTER THE BLACK YELLED THAT HE HATES WHITE PEOPLE

Watch as a couple of the local pukes in Costa Mesa shout racism because we linked to the above story of yet another White being killed by a Black.
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[NOTE TO READERS:  If you want our opinions on the article in the Daily Pilot about blogs in Costa Mesa, and our thoughts on "racism," scroll down to CM PRESS # 340 or click on it over on your right.

And, if you have legitimate questions about our views on White rights, self determination, and similar subjects (or anything else, for that matter), be sure to send them to us.]
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THE SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST

When you look at nature, from viruses to humans and every type of organism in between, you see a struggle for survival.

But, survival for what end?  Is it to simply live and then die?  Is that the purpose of life?  If it were, life would be self limiting and all life would have long ago gone out of existence.

The answer is that the purpose of every form of life is to make more like itself.
It is a universal truth. It is what all healthy forms of life try to do, even if they don't know it.

Riverside Fairy Shrimp

Take our San Diego Fairy shrimp in the vernal pools in Fairview Park.  They emerge from eggs when we get into our  rainy season and the pools actually become pools instead of dry dirt.  Once they hatch and mature, they mate and lay more eggs.

Then, when the pools dry out the adults die..  Those individuals who successfully survived predators (birds, frogs, etc.) and other causes of early death and who mated, will "continue" on in the next generation in the genes that they passed on. Those that did not successfully mate are the dead ends of their lines.

Consider the Mayfly.  It matures in the morning and dies that night (some species). As an adult, it has no working mouth parts to eat food and it has a digestive system that can't process food.  It is "born" (as an adult) for one purpose and one purpose only:  to make more like itself.

The fit survive and the unfit die.

As we've written before, this concept of the fittest surviving and the unfit not surviving is misunderstood by a lot of people who think it means the strongest or best looking or smartest survive.  That's not what is meant by the term "fittest" in this context.  It simply means that those who survive to pass on their genes are the fittest, no matter their strength, their looks or their intelligence or any other factors.

All living organisms, including all humans now alive, are proof--just by being alive now--that their parents were the fittest of the parents' generation.

And you, by your existence now, are putatively the fittest of the present generation. But, if you do not make more like yourself, you will automatically be reclassified by nature as unfit  because your particular genes will not live past your death and you will be the dead end of your unique genotype (which is different in every human individual). And, if you have no siblings who have children, it will also be the end of your family line.

Some humans don't understand these things and they have substituted artificial man made purposes and think these are enough.  They think that if they follow a particular religion, or if they are good people (however they define that), or if they make lots of money, or if they create great art, or if they do other seemingly important things in their lives, that their lives have meaning and thus purpose.  They are wrong.

An example we often use to put this into perspective relating to humans is found in the life of Charlemagne (born 742 AD).

It is estimated that half of all European descended peoples now alive have Charlemagne in their family trees.

What does this mean?  It means that of all the countless trillions of  European genes around at the time of Charlemagne, and after, most went extinct and Charlemagne's genes carried on, generation after generation after generation--beating most competing genes.  His genes were the fittest. They survived plagues, and diseases of all kinds, famines, wars, natural disasters, accidents and everything else that nature or humans could throw at them and they kept making more like themselves and they spread through the population via natural selection. In other words, they won the competition for survival and for dominance within many millions of humans.

You might say that it was just a matter of luck that Charlemagne's genes survived.  Perhaps.  But nature works with the odds and large numbers.  Charlemagne is known to have had 20 children (probably more that are unknown) and the more children you have the greater are the odds that your genes will survive and spread.
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MY FELLOW MARINE  R. LEE ERMEY COULD BE TALKING TO MANY OF THE PUKES WHO CONSTANTLY WHINE ABOUT THE GOOD COUNCILMEMBERS IN THIS WELL KNOWN COMMERCIAL




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EXPAND ALWAYS, CONTRACT NEVER

A few years ago, cosmologists were surprised to discover that the universe is expanding very fast.

Orthodox thinking held that the universe would expand for a time and then contract back on itself.  The new thinking is that it will expand forever.
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[NOTE TO READERS:  If you want our opinions on the article in the Daily Pilot about blogs in Costa Mesa, and our thoughts on "racism," scroll down to CM PRESS # 340 or click on it over on your right.

And, if you have legitimate questions about our views on White rights, self determination, and similar subjects (or anything else, for that matter), be sure to send them to us.]
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BOSTON, USA NEW AFRICA--WHITE NAVY VET SUFFERS BLEEDING BRAIN AFTER BEING ATTACKED BY THREE BLACKS

Above story from The Blaze.

The hate attacks on Whites continue and  we still have some self-hating Whites who want to hide these attacks and keep Whites in the dark about reality.  This silence just puts more Whites in danger, but these self-haters don't care.  Scumbags.
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BLOGGER WHO HAS NOTHING TO SAY

Geoff West

I took a look at the Pot's lumpish blog this morning.

As usual,  the boring and asinine crap this guy puts out looks as though it was written by a none too bright 3rd grader.

This character even took a couple of witless potshots at the CM PRESS, also as usual. Yawn.

This is the same guy who tries to talk to us at various meetings.  What in the world we would have to talk to him about, or what he could say that would be even half interesting or intelligent, is beyond us.

Although he disgusts us, we've tried to remain as polite as possible because we  realize that he's a lonely old man who seems to desperately want to put meaning into his life by using his vapid blog to snipe at those in the city who are full of life and who are leading full and meaningful lives with their families.

 Maybe it's an attempt to overcome loneliness and feelings of meaninglessness that causes him to use a photo of himself from when he was about five years old to accompany his entirely too frequent and much too vacuous comments in the Daily Pilot, and maybe that's also why he uses baby talk and calls his stomach his "tummy."

The subconscious has a way of bubbling up things that way.

At the last City Council meeting, this guy once again wasted our time by trying to talk to us.  Since our earlier polite attempts to tell him to just go away didn't work, we finally clearly told him we don't want anything to do with him.  Maybe, he finally got the message.
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