Those are faces that were born, marinated, and sculpted in a culture of relentless white guilt. They are ugly, defeated, self-hating, despicable mugs, the type that would likely enjoy being spat upon. If I were nonwhite, I’d feel entirely justified in walking up to such pathetic visages and saying, “Thanks for your apology—now give me your wallet.”
Then take a gander at John Wayne and Rita Hayworth back when there was no such thing as white guilt—back in the “bad old days” when there was no institutional culture of apology. In fact, look at nearly any white person in photos prior to the 1960s and tell me they don’t look more robust, dignified, and full of life than most welfare-siphoning, medication-gobbling, self-loathing, guilt-wracked, demoralized, virtue-signaling white folks these days.
People look better when they’re on the attack than when they’re in retreat. And that’s why most white people don’t look very good at all these days.
I wrote about it in Takis myself.
Physiognomy gets a bad rap.
