I'm looking at my watch and it appears to be time for yet another savage nigger attack on a public transit system. Forget for a moment about the nigger assailant(s) and the mob of savages who cheered them on. Forget even about the flaccid, impotent response of the bus driver who did nothing to avert what could have been a fatal assault, and in my opinion is every bit as culpable as the nigger beasts. I want to instead focus on the White kid who was beat.
He did nothing. Not a fucking thing to defend himself or make the aggressor pay for targeting him. This isn't macho, arm chair analysis about ass kicking or how "I woulda done this...". This is the fact that we as White people are in this war alone, and we can't even count on our own Folk to come to our aid in these circumstances. If your choice is to die on your knees or die fighting, but die nonetheless, would you not want to go down swinging and draw some of your tormentor's blood in the process? Aside from that, I've said time and time again that these niggers are absolute fucking cowards who can smell the palpable fear of Whites like hyenas can detect a rotting carcass. Fighting back and bloodying the flaring nostrils of these apes is the only deterrent they understand.
I look out over the sea of White sheeple and, by and large, what I see is a bunch of pussified cowards. I take no pleasure in saying that. We are raising plump pigs ripe for slaughter, and our enemies are only too willing to oblige.
This is usually the part where I ask "how much more are we going to take"? Apparently a lot more. So much more, in fact, that it's time that I stopped asking the question all together.
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