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Whites and Karaoke

The Whites should be singing more karaoke. Music is good for math abilities, and good for stress and motivation. Karaoke is a White idea.  According to the “The History of Karaoke” by Thomas A. Bonda, Jr. from “The Karaoke Bible,” he writes that Mitch Miller started the sing along with folksy (White) music back in the 50’s.  In the 1920’s when movies were silent, the audience would have songs to sing along with the bouncing ball on the screen. (That probably was before Jewish influence in media, that wanted to make robots out of Whites as Hitler clearly saw.)
Singing goes back to pre-historic days when caveman made sounds to announce approaching dangers.  The BEST SINGERS MILLIONS OF YEARS AGO PROBABLY HAD THE BEST CHANCE OF SURVIVING. (Do you think that ‘singing’ could help us Whites to survive today?)  Singing was a factor in the survival of the fittest.
The beauty of singing evolved to celebration.  The beauty of the human voice is best exemplied in ballads or love songs.
Every conscious person (and even dead ones) can sing in some manner.  Get over the fact that the audience is critical of you.  The ‘sophisticated’ karaoke ‘audience’ is with you. (And if they are ‘not’ they should be taught to love their fellow Whites instead of adoring black singers and their Jewish managers.)
Singing is the ‘sharing of emotion’ as I share with you in my writings, all degrees of it.
In the “Yellow” Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Philipino culture, it is unusual to find a home without a Karaoke system. (I find that Whites usually buy karaoke systems to spoil their White children, and not discipline their children and buy it for themselves.)
The article says, “The future of home Karaoke in the United States will probably not be so polific, but more and more people will be singing to pre-recorded music.”  Why is that?  Because the Whites cannot think or act unless given a cue from Jewish media or Jewish controlled government as to what is good or not good for them. I know a Jewish guy Bruce in Chicago, who owns Ace Rubber Hose Company.  He gets to sing as many as 18 songs a night, cause he provides cheap, rat-poisoned marijuana for the KJ, or Karaoke Jockey.  I’m lucky if I can sing “1” song a night.  But then I’m a good White woman and can’t expect much more from life.
Karaoke singers can have fun in their living rooms in absentia by singing in the privacy of their homes.
Karaoke is a Japanese word meaning “empty orchestra.”
The spearhead for Karaoke in America was in 1972 by Erik Pearson,(sounds White) who first marked the commercial production of karaoke equipment.
And I realize that the Japanese did start to sing with pre-recorded music for self-entertainment, between 1965 and 1970, which would be before the White man, but not before Mitch Miller or the 1920’s bouncing ball on the movie screen.
In my own words, I have often thought that “karaoke” at business meetings and conventions would be the best idea for motivation and stress-relief and especially bonding together. In saving the White race, we need to look to practical business ideas to utilize in saving our race.  Saving our Race can be fun… at times…. very hard work at others.  At least now, when we work so hard it will be to save ourselves and not the other races or the Jewish and their rich wives and rich spoiled children that we use for examples like the Rich Barbie Doll and Ken Doll invented by a Jewish woman.
Well, just to be really brief, I went to sing one karaoke song and it took 7 hours.  We do not have that level of karaoke entertainement.  I had to get my costumes packed, get my I Dream of Jeannie Costume on, and do the hair coming from the headpiece. Even Madonna who wore that headpiece in one of her shows, says that it took her haidresser(s) 45 minutes just to pin it in place and arrange it.  I have to do all that myself.  And do it as fast as hell.  Elvis had a phrase, TCB, Taking Care of Business.  And then a lightening bolt, meaning, Taking care of business as fast as lightening.
When I arrived, I make sure I stand, and not sit.  For various reasons.  When the Jewish man raped me it was in a chair, and also I never had a chair to sit on we were just too poor. So I stand all the time. I stand by the door, to attact people from the outside.  It is good for karaoke business. The costume and my smile, hopefully encourage them.  Black people, Jews and other races also come up to me to congratulate me on my costume and performance.
My performances are to give to the White men what Elvis gave to White women especially but to all women.  Women have been getting this special love and treatment for 50 years, while the White men just pay for it, or sit by and watch.  There were death threats on Elvis’ life though, because some of the men in the audience whose wives and girlfriends were going gaa gaa over Elvis, the men were jealous.  It doesn’t appear Jewish men are jealous of other Jewish men but “help” other Jewish men.
So, I was able to find a White friend to put a dollar bill in the bottom of my costume and a dollar bill in the top during the performance. I asked his wife permission first.  As it is just part of the fun, and I have never stolen any of these men yet. Matter of fact, the Whtie men avoid me as if I had HIV, Leporsy, and Insanity, all rolled up in one.  Yet the other women don’t seem to have these invisible plagues hanging over their White heads.
A White fellow asked me to dance the New York New York dance, by Frank Sinatra, and kicking up our legs like the Rockettes New York Dancers.  I made him happy.
I Then danced slow with him. He was alone and I’m sure it helped his lonliness.  There was another White man with blonde hair and it seemed he worked out in a fitness center.  He was all alone.  That handsome and no one with him.  So I went to talk with him and welcomed him.  He lit up like a Christmas tree.
When I sing “I’m a Genie in a Bottle,” with my I Dream of Jeannie Costume on, it is for the men. I look into their eyes in the audience. I do ‘not ‘sing to women.  I saw in a singing video that the crowd ususally does not look at the singer, and if you find “1” singer to make eye contact.  I find that I can make eye contact with every single singer in the karaoke bar and they look back and focus.  I live off the energy they give back to me, and I give back to them.  It is a very uniting and spiritual thing.
I took an empty bottle of beer and put it between by breasts and held it there while I sing.  And why not? Life is short.  It isn’t just having the breasts, but using them.  A girl in the front row decided to go one step further and she took her beer and spilt it down my breasts and it dripped to the floor.  Was she jealous?  Or was she just part of the act?  You decide.  I have to endure anything the audience does, she would never get thrown out, only me.  But then she also would probably spread her legs for her Jewish boss or doctor too.
There was a congo line led by a White man and I jumped it.  I not only had my costume on but my 8 x 11 colored picture of I Dream of Jeannie, with Major Nelson, Barbara Eden, Major Healy ….. and the Psychiatrist.  I do that because I have the pictures marked “Master” “Slave” and the “Psychiatrist,” and it is to tell the univerise, that while my husband and I were married a Jewish psychiatrist not only tried to rape me, counsel me to get rid of my White husband he is no good, counsels me to give sex to my Jewish boss and marry him because he is good, but tries to drug me and drive me to the insane asylum for a second time.  I carried the picture as a bracelet for all the place to see. They don’t know the story in their minds, but somehow I think they can appreciate it.
Afterwards, went to the Hofenbraus House, where it was literally ‘roaring’.  I don’t know much about sound decibels but it was so loud it seemed like the roaring of a volcano ready to blast. The people were on their feet and shouting chants, Bavararian singing and music playing and the crowd as lively as could be.  I was able to sit in front next to a guy who was a Santa Claus impersonator and he showed me his card and looks exactly like Santa in an expensive custom made costume. There was the chicken dance of course jumping up on the bench of the picnic table.  I was able to do the polka dance, but had to put my hands over my breasts so they wouldn’t fall out from all my polka hopping and bouncing around. The people around seemed very amused and entertained.  I had my real I Dream of Jeannie bottle that I decorated, (the real one would cost about $2,000.00 from the Nickelodean stores that make them special.)  Many people took pictures and fellows took me to meet their friends. One White guy took me to meet his very brown girlfriend.  Not quite sure why, but I go along with the program.  Someday, I won’t have to be subjected to this, for the guy is just cutting off his own throat and his penis by interbreeding and putting his White sperm in a brown woman.  It doesn’t make sense, anymore than a pedigreed German Shepherd would mate with a mutt and then give the mutt more rights than the pedigreed.
Toward the end a fellow asked me to take a picture with his buddies.  About 14 of them.  (I may have told you this but this concludes my 7 hour karaoke day.)  I jumped up on the bench of the picnic table, and was surrounded by 14 men.  I took off my shoes and put my right bare foot on the guy that was stooped below me on his shoulder for balance. It makes a great and different picture and original souveneir that money can’t buy because it is ‘real and spontaneous’ about the only thing in Las Vegas that is.  The rest is what the Jews allow and can make $$$ off of.
Well, as a karaoke singer, I thought instead of signing my name to this email I would put a youtube karaoke.  I suppose there is one for one more egomaniac in the White cause!!! ha ha ha.  One really can’t take oneself serious all the time. Hope you enjoy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShkjwEm8Jz4

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