We're at  the two week mark of the Charleston Church killings by Dylann Roof and for some reason or another I cannot find a shred of sympathy within me.

I have seen the funeral of the pastor, I've seen the vigils outside the church, I've seen the media frenzy and fallout targeting white history and the Confederate flag and one single solitary tear has yet to fill my eye.

As recent as two years ago I would have said something along the lines of "this is such an awful tragedy and no solution to our problems. I so badly feel for the victims and their families."

Now, not so much. The fact of the matter is that I do not feel bad for the families. I do not feel bad for anyone at all and I'm not going to be politically correct and dishonest about how I feel. What's the sense in that?

To keep the FBI from monitoring me? To keep the verminous Jewish organizations from saying that deep down I am really thrilled 9 negroes were massacred and I'm just putting up a sympathy facade? They're doing these things already and will continue doing this regardless of what I write. It makes us no stronger to say how awful we feel. In fact it puts us in a weaker position socially to constantly wear faux emotions on our sleeves to be compliant adherents to the "cultural enrichment" manifesto.

Is this all today that I somehow feel elated that 9 church going coloreds were massacred? Nope. But you're going to think that already so go ahead and do it. I do not give a rat's ass. Is the world a better place now that Dylann Roof has erased three quarters of a dozen Bible scholars? Nope.

But I cannot bring myself to feel sorry or sympathetic.

I have sit back for the last three years and watched this country deteriorate because of political
correctness, kowtowing to feral negroe protestors, and "ambitious" political hacks in the judicial system as well as in local and national governments.

The "Negro Fiction" has anesthetized me to having a shred of compassion for the social scum of our day. The angelification of Trayvon Martin, the canonization of Michael Brown, the worship of gutter garbage Freddie Gray and Eric Garner has pushed me over the edge to realizing that we can no longer live in a society with these lifelong victims whose sole purpose is to get gains from our losses.  For over 50 years they have had an opportunity to allow us to judge them by the "content of their character" as Michael King Jr. and they have dropped the ball.

Don't confuse this with somehow rooting for police to kill these people. Don't confuse this with satisfaction over their deaths.

But lets be real, can anyone argue that the world is not a better place without the Mike Brown's of the world off the street? We saw his impulsive nature on CCTV and it was a matter of time before he exercised his impulse by raping one of our daughters. That's just an inconvenient truth.

Why should I feel bad over this situation? Why should I view it as a tragedy?

Just look at how the media has vilified Kyle Rogers for pointing out the fact that negroes are butchering whites on a daily basis, invading our homes, violating our person both sexually and financially. Jake Taper, Don Lemon, Rachel Maddow and the rest of the marionettes of the Jewish state sponsored media speak now word of the silent genocide of our people.

Maybe when it reaches the point when negroes are subtracting more whites from the world than whites are bringing into the world we can get a small 2x2 inch article in the New York Times. Until then, I shed no tears and I'm not going to lie about it to fixate my lips on the posterior of political correctness.

In a day in age where feelings come before facts and social convenience comes before social honesty, Kyle Rogers is blazing through the "time of universal deceit."

Perhaps the tackiest thing of them all is the overuse of a particular quote. They end up on t-shirts, buttons, website banners, and sometimes even on people's skin as ink. But every now and then a quote can be put in its proper context and the time for a famous Orwell quote has never been more appropriate.

In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act.