As I was doing my rounds today, something made me think about a girl, an intern that is, whom I had under my supervision a few years back. The more I reflected on it, I came to the conclusion that she was (or still is, if her Twitter feed is anything to go by), the prototypical Globalist Girl (or Globohomoist Girl in this rampart of truth we call le Château) for she, like so many other young women I’m crossing paths with these days, lives and embodies the Globalist “spirit” or “ideal.”
This girl was attractive, I will give her that (and probably in part why she bobbed up from sub-conscious today), with a great body. She was mixed race; White and some other indeterminate origin. Being a Strong, Empowered, Woman, she landed a somewhat coveted paid internship in my organization while in the process of collecting a worthless degree in international relations/comparative politicks, a degree which, autrefois, might’ve had some caché, if not now for the saturation of such degrees being doled out, but is imperative for our upcoming cadre of Globalists. At 24, she’s now more well-traveled than most people in our parents’ (boomers) generation, and certainly visited more countries than I had at that point in life. Conference here, workshop there. Semester in some European capital, co-op in Asia, girls’ trip to Latin America, none of which incurring any personal expense to her, with either the university, the state, some organization, or even daddy picking up the tabs along the way. Then flitting about from one short-term job to the next, always looking for the more exciting, unique thing. Not unlike their approach to men, either.
While being passionate about Global Warming, Social Justice, Fair Trade, and Feminism, you couldn’t miss her in the latest brands, the newest iPhag, the hippest overpriced restaurant, whilst clutching a Starbucks and retweeting Important Serious Articles by Soros, the Cuckonomist, Buzzfeed, and Justine Trudope. Everything is “amazing” or “problematic”, the wage gap must be closed, #refugeesarewelcome, and abortions must be readily available.
Globalist Girls are in every Western country, they are forming sizeable majorities on university campuses, they are landing the internships, they are entering the institutions and companies, and they are voting away the freedom, prosperity, and culture which took us centuries to achieve. The globe-trotting, the university indoctrination, and the alacrity with which they pursue globalist dreams has left them with allegiance to no country, no people, and certainly no race (and perhaps no man?)
Speaking of men, I also maintain that there is no Globalist Boy/Man equivalent to Globalist Girl and this, like so many of Globalism’s soulless programs and ancillary projects, is entirely by design. Globalism, like previous Marxist programmes before it, needs foot soldiers – the useful idiots – to carry out its machinations. Soros and Zuckerberg can’t do it alone from their bunkers. And women, being easily manipulated with feels campaigns, are just the ones to do it.
Globalist Girl is the canary in the coal-burner, a harbinger of the civilization-wrecking horror that’s coming down the pike. That was a keen observation of our shrikegeist by LS, P. Globalist Girl, you have inspired me (once again) to song.
Globalist Girl
Well she was a Globalist girl
Raised on Facebook Likes
She couldn’t stop screwing her way
Through a dreary nightlife
Snapchatted
After all it was a safe sex world
With lots of cafes to drink at
Yeah, and if she had to raw
Dog it, she had one conception
She would never keep
Oh yeah, all right
Take a selfie baby
Fake a pose all night
She was a Globalist girl
Well Harry Potter gifs make her night
She sat alone in her cubicle
Yeah she could hear her eggs go dry
Out of love for anyone
Hashtag: Marriage out of reach
And for one desperate Tinder match
She swiped right on a PUA
God it’s so shameful
Grad school and three dose
Xanax Salon and Buzzfeed
Oh yeah, all right
Charge your sex toy baby
Check your phone all night
She was a Globalist girl
#GlobalistGirl
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