I used to be obsessed with rap music. Particularly, I loved listening to rap from the genre's "Golden Age" -- roughly, the mid-80s through the mid-90s.
I didn't stop at listening, either. I absorbed the lingo, denigrated my own race constantly, and engaged in heavy drug use. In other words, I became a wigger, and a hipster wigger at that. In retrospect, I can see that my motivations for taking this black path were fairly simple.
First and foremost, as with many children of divorce, I grew up without any strong male influences. Because of this, I found the affected hyper-masculinity of rap music strangely appealing. Of course, I now realise that this front usually serves to compensate for the entertainers' own insecurity. After all, most black boys are born out of wedlock, and many of their fathers end up dead or in prison. My lack of paternal guidance also left me suceptible to embracing the nihilistic hedonism typically promoted by rap culture.
On account of my neglectful upbringing, I became resentful towards white society in general -- an attitude I saw reflected among the uppity blacks of the rap world. I took a sickening glee in songs about killing police officers and other authority figures. I took no umbrage with the glorification of drug dealing, since such behavior seemed little different from how my own Irish cousins such as the Kennedys made their way as new immigrants to America. Hell, Irish indentured servants had it little better than black slaves, so why wouldn't I relate to the struggles of the latter's descendants? I remembered growing up in rural America, a friend group consisting of other Irish misfits, constantly being harangued by bullies of German and Anglo stock. I was practically a nigger myself, I reasoned.
Finally came the woman question. Not only did female relatives and teachers henpeck me nearly to death as a young man, but every girl I expressed interest in swiftly rebuked me. Given that experience, it became easy to sympathize with the rap motto: "Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks."
Simply put, I experienced nigger behavior firsthand.
I observed that, without fail, every black coworker I suffered was lazy and incompetent. I stood in awe that, despite these flaws, most of them still acted entitled to special treatment. And finally, I realised that, regardless of what I or any other white person did to accomodate this entitlement, blacks would still have chips on their shoulders towards whites.
My black customers weren't much better. An "urban youth" once threatened to beat me up after I told him to stop sexually harassing a white woman just trying to pump her gas. At another job, a visitor from Chicongo's south side first threatened to murder me, then filmed me for social media, after I refused to sell him alcohol without a valid ID. Probably worst of all, when I worked in the ghetto, a middle-aged black man shoplifted right before my very eyes, only to insist he "dindu nuffin" when trying to re-enter my store at a later date.
I won't bore you with the details, but my town declined to the point that I couldn't avoid this sort of nigger behavior even in my free time. I eventually decided that these "people" were not merely my oppressed fellow humans, but rather, fundamentally different and inferior specimens that I wanted nothing to do with.
After the veil was lifted from my eyes in this respect, rap music naturally began to disgust me on a visceral level. Its nihilistic hedonism and violence wasn't masculinity, it was savagery. Its resentment of white society wasn't justified -- merely slave morality. And so on.
I must admit that the misogyny of rap remains somewhat more sympathetic to me. However, I attribute this to the fact white America has been subjected to a program of state-sponsored gender warfare similar to that first waged against the black community.
You see, LBJ's "Great Society" destroyed the black family. By giving single black mothers more money from welfare than black fathers could afford to provide on their own, the American government successfully dynamited black America. We now see a similar dynamic playing out within the white community, although in our case it has less to do with welfare and more to do with the perfect storm of no-fault divorce, biased family courts, and affirmative action within academia and the workplace.
This, I believe, is why rap music appeals so much to young white men. Our race, simply put, has become niggerized.
Women run everything, but since they're inherently retarded and unfit for leadership, we grow to despise them.
Irish and Mediterranean diversity has destroyed any sort of common feeling within the white community, to the point where most of us view the government as a hostile force from which to extract concessions rather than a benefactor.
Finally, the Jews have captured our institutions and used their inflationary money magic to slam shut the doors of social mobility to anyone other than criminals and sociopaths like themselves.
In case you haven't noticed, we as whites are being swiftly and deliberately replaced by nonwhite parasites in our own countries. Eventually, this replacement will result in us, at best, becoming a powerless and despised minority, and at worst, going extinct outright. As such, regardless of music taste, you as a white man have a duty to safeguard the interests of your own race, even from the narrow perspective of self-interest.
Rappers encourage wiggers in degenerate behavior, such as promiscuity, drug use, and crime, that lowers trust within the white community. But unlike blacks, who never managed to invent written language or the wheel, whites have created many great civilizations, and birthed countless role models better than nigger rappers like Kanye West and Kendrick Lamar.
It is to these outstanding white men of history you should cleave! Read Plato, the Founding Fathers, Hitler -- anything to keep you away from the subversive poison of rap music, which has already been destroying the black community for decades.
Of course, I recognize that, on account of their spiritual sickness, most wiggers refuse to listen to advice from anyone other than niggers. If you are unfortunately of this sort, I simply refer you to my favorite song by Eminem's only good protégé, Fiddy Cent: