A Critical Review of the Sociology and Politic that is White Supremacy

This is an excerpt from the upcoming book by Sovrumano expected sometime early 2025.

A Forward is reprinted for you here and perhaps another chapter will be as well before it is formally released.

Forward

When one starts a tome criticizing the behavior of another there is obvious reason for caution. Who are you? Who do you think you are? What do you think you are doing? They are legitimate questions.

My foray into the subject of White Supremacy are not professional nor academic. Professional in the sense of specified training for, such as a sociologist. My motivation to investigate the subject started about four years ago, when after having started a “blog” (I hate that word.) I was assaulted by police in Los Angeles.

As the story goes, I was sitting in the library working on a a graphic to promote the company. The graphic was of Friedrich Nietzsche. And it was an old black and white photo of him with a space on the graphic for a quote by him. That part had been darkened out so that one could write their own quote in the space. My gamer I.D. Is “93Nietzsche” and so is My nickname. I thought it would be clever to write My nickname over his name in the picture. The quote would read, “Many a miscreant doth come with the face of an airline pilot!” and it was a dig at some white supremacists.

Just then the computer screen went black and would not come back on. The police had bricked My laptop.

Via psychotronics an officer would say, “I don’t want you making jokes about white people.”

I was indignant. I said, “I make jokes about everyone. I can make a joke if I want.”

He said no and bricked the computer. But worse, it was the only laptop I had to run Sovrumano with. Sovrumano was the little blog on PC Gaming I had started after listening to several podcasts by Tim Ferris and Ramit Sethi at the time. They were encouraging people to just go for it. Um…Okay. I didn’t have high expectations for the thing but it started with such a bang that it started looking increasingly viable as an entity as time went on.

I stood up out of My chair and began pacing around in the library. I couldn’t prove the sabotage of the computer to be by the Los Angeles Police nor the ensuing conversation. This would also set the company back as far as posts and production and research as well. This wasn’t the first thing that they had supposedly stolen or broken or copied from Me since starting the company. There was also intimation that they were influencing what the market could wear or say or support or purchase and even say or repeat. And they were supposedly making death threats around town to people who were in support of My company. That money could go to one of them instead. Don’t give it to anyone else.

“What is this guy’s fucking problem?” I asked Myself as I paced around. “These people have more computers, more networks, more customers, more people, more data, more money, more companies, more internet sites and television media, more weaponry–even mind-reading capabilities and the ability to assault or stimulate from afar–and this schmuck is still worried about a graphic that won’t see a mass audience anytime soon and even if it did, it isn’t especially acidic or insulting.

Right then and there I decided to do something with this company that wasn’t planned. I was going to make an investigation into this subject of White Supremacy and see what was there. Heretofore the company had done a little psychology with subjects of psychopathy and cheating. I found the subject of cheating to be a useful one and a peculiar one. At the time when games like CS:Go and Rainbow Six Siege (personal favorite) and Call of Duty, etc. were popular, I came across “scripts”. Scripts were pages of code that you could seed into the game’s programming to make your character’s gameplay improve or even flawless. I thought the point of the gaming was for the joy of the gameplay itself; to see your progress over time and even to admire those who had preternatural skills and intuition for the game that exceeded your own. But some did not. They wanted to be the ones who were gawked at for their skill even if it was a sham. I found that peculiar and decided to take a look.

So what I present to you now is the summation of that work. My efforts on the subject has been called “one of a kind” and “genius” and so on. I should say that I have never read a book on the subject of White Supremacy which strikes Me as odd now that I should happen to mention it. I laughed upon realizing that there would be no bibliography within this e-book. So you won’t find Me quoting Metzger or Duke or Mason. Mason’s book Siege was actually offered at one time on the site as a subject of study for those who wanted it. I had interest in reading the book Myself but had never gotten around to it due to the myriad other responsibilities that I have.

I want you to view this publication as more table talk than white paper. As if you and I were having a beer together. For this reason you won’t find a whole lot in the area of statistics and hard data. Hard data on White Supremacy is often cloaked or disguised and often difficult to tease out. For example we could say that gross pollution around the world is due to White Supremacy. But White Supremacists would object stating that pollution is due to all of us not just whites and that would be correct. So you’re stuck with delineating their responsibility versus everyone else’s. A better way to do it is to see who is making the decisions that allow the polluting in the first place. For example, over the course of a year the cruise ships that people use for vacations to voyage across the ocean put more pollution into the environment than all of the vehicles in the United States over the same time period. Is “everyone” riding on those cruise ships? All races and nationalities and sociographics? Arguably, yes. Is everyone responsible for the decision to allow these large cruise ships used for vacationing on the ocean to pollute massive amounts of water and air? Inarguably, they are not. You will likely find Caucasians and White Caucasian Supremacists in those rooms. I didn’t feel like that was the direction to go in this book and it wasn’t how I worked as I began to make My own idiosyncratic observations on this politic and sociology that we call “White Supremacy”.

So there you have it. A Forward.

Oh, I could annoy you with stories of My childhood and My having been one of Jehovah’s Witnesses until age 23 (1992) or how I could recite every word of the Kiss Me-Kiss Me-Kiss Me album. New Order. Jane’s Addiction. Depeche Mode. OU812. Or how My being half Latino and African gave Me a Michael Jackson-ish aesthetic at the time (working backwards obviously. No one asks “Does anyone ever tell you that you look like Michael Jackson?” anymore. Nowadays it’s more like, “Does anyone ever tell you that you look like Bill Cosby?” Why, yes. I get that all the time.) and how that aesthetic assisted with My being “white”. So congruently “white” that to this day I Am called “white boy” by non-white cultures when they see Me. The reference to the Witnesses is relevant in that I have been “born and raised” by Caucasian men in a sense. I don’t have any biases against them and have gotten along with them very, very well My whole life. I Am not harboring any grudges. No agendas or resentments. However, there is one last point that you should know and it will inform you and explain a toxic element that can erupt from time-to-time…

I have been trapped in a government project “Operation Birddog” for some twenty years as of this writing in October 2024.

This is a very important point and I really want it to stick with you. Twenty-one years ago I was duped into homelessness by some of the people closest to Me. Work associates and friends and family. It would take Me years before I would be able to put two and two together. I didn’t know what psychotronics was or what it could do and thought I was losing My mind off and on. Ultimately things would settle down but in the process I lost My car, a job making about $100k per year (factoring for inflation) in Westlake Village California an affluent suburban area of Los Angeles, and all of the neat things that people acquire who make that kind of money. Which for single males about thirty-three years old, is less than one percent of the work force. It’s an elite category to be in, for sure.

Over the next several years while in homelessness and after having moved back to Phoenix to try to sleuth this thing and get Myself back together, I was directed to start reading and looking at pop media. A lot of it. Yottabytes of it. And I did. I bought the Wall Street Journal and USA Today and Arizona Republic daily out of My own pocket. For years. I rented movies I wouldn’t ordinarily watch. I also read countless magazines I wouldn’t otherwise–People and US Weekly and InTouch and so on. Products by Conde Nast. I have nothing against these magazines or the subjects. I just don’t happen to. I didn’t grow up watching a whole lot of television and still prefer to be doing something to passively watching sitcoms on television to this day.

What I would learn from these publishings is how to read nonverbal signs. That there were pictograms in these periodicals. How messages could be seeded into them that only one person in the room could recognize them. Hence, the WSJ could put Me on the front page of the paper everyday for six years and no one else would know. You might fall out of your chair to learn that this actually happened with no one the wiser.

And I learned many things. Saw others implied. But there is one recurring theme that cannot be missed: genocide.

As it turns out the targeting of Myself for terror by the police* and sabotage of My personal life and business life is really related to a jihad by American police acting on Israel’s directives. And it is for this reason that I had had 21,000 stools forced out of My rectum or have tears pouring out of My eyes as I start My day with a stroll to breakfast although I have no allergies. Why I had suffered sucker punches from strangers for no reason. One of which would break My nose and rip the upper lip from it’s gums underneath. Another was a bat to the forehead. And countless thefts and setbacks. Strangers who would walk by and say “I’m allowed to steal from yours.” and “I’m allowed to follow yours.” or “I’m allowed to touch you.” or “I can copy yours.” And so on. These are all implications of genocide of one group on another. I Am back in Los Angeles now and have been for the last nine years. These kinds of statements are made at Me from all walks of life and from all races. The common denominator among them is their relationship and traceability back to the police departments.

My estimated net worth is very large. I don’t have a penny to My name. I Am in the Skid Row area of Los Angeles, one of the gnarlier parts of it given the number of homeless people who are in this area. It’s not as large as it’s depicted when you see YouTube videos about it. It’s just six blocks by six blocks and is probably necessary to exist as a psycho-geographic space given that in a city of four million people, X number are going to be misfits for whatever reason and they need a space to be such. Skid Row is it.

At the end of the day the government owes Me a fortune for the deception into Operation Birddog and for twenty-one years of wrongful detainment. For countless and myriad assaults. Some of them sexual assaults. Some of them attempts at murder or manslaughter. For keeping Me single as of late. For slander. For forcing Me to vomit or defecate or to flatulence. Supposedly for the murder of, not the passing of, My mother and father. That was news to Me but that was the word on the street coming out of the mouths of other homeless people whom I did not know. For these aforementioned reasons–there is hate and vitriol here within this Author. And the words don’t do the crimes justice. For example as I sit here waiting in a rest area waiting for a shower as I type this Forward, behavior by others has devolved so badly that I Am thumped on the buttocks by complete strangers who I do not know. Others nearby who know what’s going on snicker at My misfortune but that is only because the miscreant hasn’t seen the thumper get his bill yet.

So for these reasons, you must brace yourself for some violent or derogatory speech that will erupt from time to time. I Am not a “hater”. Although I teach others to hate so as not to lose their backbone when dealing with an antagonist, I don’t employ it as a brainwash or coping strategy for dealing with different tribes of people or justification for stealing from them. I hate those who torment us and in this particular case these are “white people”. But they could be of any nation or tribe. Although I have spent a lifetime around them, and Am still regarded as one of them to this day, there is one differentiating factor and that is of the turning on Me and the persecution of Me by some of them. I know the difference between guilty and not guilty and the hate speech that has a chance of coming up from time to time is only directed at those guilty, white or not, and not at the white race as a whole.

I have no desire to cause them to lose what they have. No desires to erase them or their culture or neighborhoods but actually was born and raised in them. I actually prefer them to other neighborhoods and cultures and hope to preserve them. I grew up playing Eruption on the air guitar while sitting next to My friends as we drove down Scottsdale Road just like any other kid; literally indifferential from any other white kid in the neighborhood. I grew up riding around in a new Volvo from the time I was a child as My father liked to get a new one every three years when the lease was up. He tried to get Me into a private school as a kidwhich he did. It wasn’t anything like what you see depicted on television but it was a good expression of “will to power”. He wanted to be affluent and the same for Me as well. My father was severely disabled physically but by most accounts was a workhorse who would give objectives everything he had.

My father was supposedly tortured and killed in a ritualistic manner in the Phoenix hospital where he passed away in his late sixties, I believe. This was done to him by White Supremacists. My natural mother suffered a similar fate after spending a lifetime of hardship in a facility for the mentally disabled. She was disabled far earlier in her twenties by White Supremacists–supposedly–who had applied electrodes to the temples on her forehead when she was taken to the hospital. From that day forward she would develop numerous psychological problems and become untenable.

Because of White Supremacists.

Supposedly.

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