Amazon Introduces Sharia-Compliant Uniforms for Female Islamic Supremacist Employees (Video)

We don’t get to see it, or adopt “compliant” uniforms for it, because Orthodox Judaism is so completely radical that Orthodox Jewish women are forbidden to associate with non-Jews. So, they don’t apply for jobs, they don’t socialize with non-Jews, they don’t circulate in broader society. And if you happen to stray into their “neighborhood” (their self-inflicted ghettos), you may find the back of your legs cut by the sharp end of a baby carriage deliberately jammed into you from behind, or the target of a violently hostile stare campaign by a pair of these females strolling down the same sidewalk and resenting having to avoid you by veering; or the open insult of being followed around a small grocery store you mistakenly wandered into not realizing it was “kosher” and had no signs in its windows — not because it was just new and the signs hadn’t gone up, but because non-Jews were not invited. Two little blonde creatures in white-rimmed round-framed goggle glasses, with long blonde corkscrew curls (peyos), tailed me from inches away, scowling, as I moved around the store. Of course, I instantly realized I wasn’t wanted; but just to piss them off, I opened a couple of refrigerator doors and collected a few items, which I placed on the counter to purchase. The old Jewess at the cash ignored the money when I held it out to her, and would only take payment once the bills and coins were placed safely on the counter, no risk of accidentally touching a dirty “gentile”. A few months later, I took a surprise bad fall on the public sidewalk right in front of the store. I went down like bricks, with my briefcase and shopping bags. The culprit was a large dried-up potato the color of the sidewalk and thus invisible that had rolled out of the old Jewess’s garbage put out for collection. I had pulled myself to a sitting position, but I was unable to get up from the pain, having sprained something. The old Jewess was on duty, but hovered inside behind her glass door, darkened, like the windows, with dark plastic sheeting to hide the fact the lights were on in the store. She watched me and watched me, and only finally when two men came along and began to help me up did she dart out putting on a show as if she had intended to help me but they had beaten her to it. It was more than a month before the sprain healed enough to walk on it again.
I once arrived for a job interview to find the employers were Orthodox Jews who ran a glove company. Unfortunately, I needed the job, and I succeeded at the interview. Normal western behaviour is a handshake; but the male Jewish employer hurried to hide his hands behind his back when I extended my hand (knowing what would happen) for the classic hiree handshake. I smiled and said, “Not kosher?” The man had not been raised Orthodox, he had “converted” to marry his Orthodox wife from New York City and he giggled. His wife was a hypocritical Orthodox female who clearly refused to shave herself bald and hid her hair (not too well) under her orthodox wig. She was a hell-cat and supervised the filthy old office when her husband was on the road. She wore the typical black-and-white striped clothing orthodox women wear, often as their permanent religious uniform.
On my first day at work, the hell-cat took me aside and instructed me not to pass through any corridor in the office when her husband was also in that corridor, to avoid the risk of accidentally bumping into him (“touching” and thus “polluting” him). I knew that this kind of event had to be remedied with a cleansing bath in the Mikva to remove the “filth” of contact with the non-Jew.
I had been lied to by the two of them in the interview that my first payday would be such and such a day. Instead, their two-day business trip together was revised to a two-week business trip during which they arranged for his father’s company next door to answer their phones, and they laid me off, without any pay at all, after only a few days, stating that I could come back when they returned from their trip. As they did not pay me for the few days I had worked before they left town for the “two days” that had magically become “two weeks” (they would not have had an employee had they been honest), I was left without any groceries; compelled to call a food bank to survive until they returned.
Unfortunately, therfore, I also did not have bus fare to seek other employment while they were gone, and I found myself back in their office, working for another week, still without any pay at all. One day, the Jewess hell-cat brought stale croissants to the office. Uncharacteristically generous, she offered me one, and I devoured it, being famished. The next day, I asked her for an “advance” on my pay to buy groceries. Her reply, “I gave you a croissant yesterday”. There was no “advance”.
We don’t see the compulsory wigs these orthodox women wear after their heads are shaved bald in submission for the rest of their lives to their orthodox husbands. It seems to be understood that the male is to spend his life in deep contemplation of the Jewish deity, whose hair is alleged to shine like starlight; so the “beauty” of his orthodox “believing” Jewish wife must be shaved away to avoid distracting her husband from his devotions to his God.
In the Orthodox regime, the women are inferior to the men and are required to sit at the back of a synagogue behind a screen to hide themselves. Many years ago, a lecture was announced in the newspaper on the etymology of the word “red” in the phrase the “red sea”. It was held at the Spanish and Portuguese Synagogue. I was fascinated by myth, religion, symbolism, language and etymology, so I attended. I arrived early to get a good front seat near the lecturer. In the row behind me, two of the ugliest old male Jews on Earth took their seats, and in English, to be sure that I heard them, they began to recite the prayer thanking God for not creating them as females.
At the end of the lecture, when the audience got up to get tea, coffee, refreshments, and stood around chatting, I approached the lecturer where he stood with his wife, speaking to a few people. The lecturer was not entirely orthodox; but he wasn’t entirely western, either. His wife was a tall, well dressed intelligent woman who joined in the conversation, but when she extended her hand, palm upwards, in merely a gesture to illustrate a comment, her husband took the opportunity to cut her down to size in public by dumping his empty tea-cup in her hand as if reorienting her to her true place in society.
Many years ago, the first baby born in the New Year was announced as usual in the Gazette. It was the child of an orthodox Jew. The father was interviewed. A Jew was recruited to do the interview and give the story a favorable slant. Unlike in western culture, Orthodox Jews do not display the new mother, with her babe in arms, because Jews consider the new mother to be “polluted” by the act of giving birth; she is shunned as “dirty”, and required to cleanse herself in the ritual bath, the Mikvah, before she is deemed socially acceptable again.
What an absolutely horrible context for a woman to be born into. And yet, we hear so little about it, although the Orthodox community is expanding by leaps and bounds, like the Islamic community, thanks to the “wombs” of their females. A lawyer by the name of Julius Grey, himself a Jew, once described the role of Orthodox Jewish women as that of “breeding sows”.
Let’s face it. However Islam abuses its women, veiling them to hide their hair, beating them to keep them in line, news of this oppression is always online. Not so the oppression and contempt suffered by Jewish Orthodox women. And yet some insist on pushing the silly and self-contradictory phrase, “Judeo-Christianity” to describe Jewish supremacism that demeans their own women and all non-Jews. Oh, and let’s not forget. When a Jewish person marries a non-Jewish person, the “believing” family will often “sit shiva”, meaning that they hold a “funeral” for the Jew who is now “dead” to them for having married a non-Jew. Lovely bunch.