by Marina Orwell
Have you taken a good look around this place recently? Amerika is a third-world cuntry and people just seem to accept it. (This has been happening for decades, but the process has been speeding up considerably with each passing year — just as water nearer the drain moves faster than water farther away). It seems that the Culpritics won’t be satisfied until there’s a strip mall, holohoax church or other jewnaseum covering every inch of wilderness or beauty-space.
When I consciously think about the pace of their destruction of our once-wholesome and breathtaking environment, I feel a rage that boils over — because it’s always simmering inside of me. When I see hordes of illegal aliens with their troops of pediatric platyrrhines who, like their parents, will grow up to be less productive than crippled sheep dogs — I’m near ready to start clearing the streets myself, Rambo-style.
One thing we never hear from the Culpritic media is the simple fact that these fast-breeding, nonproductive semi-humans are by far the greatest danger to the environment (just another segment of science that was neatly tucked away by Culpritic hucksters — the study of overpopulation and its sister science, eugenics). Besides the fact that many of these fast-breeding zippispicaroons literally shit in the street instead of using toilets, they are also simply consumers and wasters — just the type of Engullir de Puta that the Culpritics luv.
There was a propaganda campaign in the 70s called “Keep America Beautiful” that featured a litter-strewn beach and an Amerind in full Vogelgehirn Insignien, crying Joolywood tears. Not only was this tripe the opposite of true — I have never met a mud person who cared one whit about the environment — but it was also created by some of the biggest Culpritic corporations, then or now (Philip Morris, Anheuser-Busch, PepsiCo and Coca-Cola — not exactly luvvers of either the environment or of mud people). If this cinéma sauvage was still alive I’d drag him by his heeberiffic headdress around the United States to show him the once-pristine White European cities and towns where his filthy Asianig “race” now lives. Anywhere these Beaner Replicating Machines plop their lazy arses turns into a shithole within a few months.
The savage Amerinds of yesteryear are the same species that we have been passively allowing to invade our lands (albeit weighing at least twice as much as his ancestors thanks to the ingenuity of Whitey). We have now mixed two tribes of hommes de porcs with White European culture (actually, unfortunately, there are many many more tribes of various curs and mongrels, but I’ll just stick to the two main ones here). We have had plenty of time to observe the results. In short, allowing vildarna to pretend to be the equals of White people has resulted in the worst of all possible worlds — for us, that is. Despite the constant griping that they’ve learned to imitate from their Culpritic masters, the mud people have never had it so good.
(I have to contain myself when I hear someone hold forth about “Hispanic” “culture,” since I would truly rather have to live in the middle of the “culture” of a barn yard than among these zweibeinigen Ziegen from Central Amerika. Actually, the “culture” of a barn yard far surpasses that of any of the mud “cultures.” I guess that’s because, unlike mud “cultures,” barnyards are comprised of domesticated animals).
If it wasn’t so depressing, it would be comical that the bovine-brained Culpritics took over the science of psychology, since their own headset is so élémentaire: Eat, fuck (preferably rape as per their instruction manuals — AKA porn — that they’ve been serving up for 100 years via Joolywood, Heebison Ave., and “plain” old straight misogynistic pornography), and make as much money as possible no matter the consequences.
Their Turd World minions have a similar psychology: Eat, fuck, and take as much money as possible from Whitey.
Beauty, truth, science, art, philosophy — these are White “thangs” — rapidly disappearing White thangs too. It’s positively nauseating to have to be out amid their Orwellian Culpritic “diversity.” It is anything but diverse. It is a stifling, muddy, loud, crowded, ugly, narrow-minded, el stupido hook-nosed pigsty. It is as if a whole legion of cocker spaniels started talking and standing upright. Actually, it’s much worse since cocker spaniels aren’t nearly as aggressive and slovenly as mud people.
To Culpritics and their brown minions, this ever-escalating hell hole is their idea of da Garden of Heeben. By 2035, if not sooner, Amerika and most of the world will resemble the Bronx zoo. Sans the zookeepers, of course.
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