Strong jews?

[livermore]

i never seen a physically strong jewish persong istg they are all skinny twigs

 

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With the strained force, Hungarians who work more than usual are rightly outraged that at the same time, when they have to let go of more crowded trams many times, which they can't fit on, the trams crowd by helpless Jews, or when they get up, yellow stars spread out in the seats. They still hadn’t learned that they would go further with modesty. Today, they are crowding as usual, and not in one case even aggressive, as the following shows. We board a crowded 6 with a lot of yellow stars blooming. We are crowded on the platform. Behind us, a well-built, athletic Jew talks to a one-cap, we thought, a yellow-striped laborer. All we take from the fragments of the sentence is that he managed to win a Hungarian boy for a service. He mentions a restaurant where he paid the boy two gallons of wine by giving him it, whether he drinks it at once or as a splash. It could be some kind of business and all we mean is five hundred looking for it. Not much, but these days ... In the meantime, he says things he can only whisper in his ear. He later talks about the congestion of trams. The yellow star is no longer so careful at this time, so we can witness the following building and instructive narrative: – You know how much they look like us about the crowded tram – says lately. – I could barely get on the boulevard last night. I pressed in and pushed a goy pal away. He looks at me angrily and says, – Jews are still very crowded. – You may think I wanted to cut it in the mouth, but it couldn't be. That is the case today. The whole tram would have attacked me. I thought I'd find out where he was going down and then take care of his trouble. The pal landed at Andrássy út. After me. Well, when you get to an abandoned place ... He turns into the dark Csengery Street. To my street. Good place, no one is there. I reach out, grab his two shoulders, turn them over, cut into his mouth with fists. – Are you still Jewish, lousy? I

 

[livermore]

With the strained force, Hungarians who work more than usual are rightly outraged that at the same time, when they have to let go of more crowded trams many times, which they can't fit on, the trams crowd by helpless Jews, or when they get up, yellow stars spread out in the seats. They still hadn’t learned that they would go further with modesty. Today, they are crowding as usual, and not in one case even aggressive, as the following shows. We board a crowded 6 with a lot of yellow stars blooming. We are crowded on the platform. Behind us, a well-built, athletic Jew talks to a one-cap, we thought, a yellow-striped laborer. All we take from the fragments of the sentence is that he managed to win a Hungarian boy for a service. He mentions a restaurant where he paid the boy two gallons of wine by giving him it, whether he drinks it at once or as a splash. It could be some kind of business and all we mean is five hundred looking for it. Not much, but these days ... In the meantime, he says things he can only whisper in his ear. He later talks about the congestion of trams. The yellow star is no longer so careful at this time, so we can witness the following building and instructive narrative: – You know how much they look like us about the crowded tram – says lately. – I could barely get on the boulevard last night. I pressed in and pushed a goy pal away. He looks at me angrily and says, – Jews are still very crowded. – You may think I wanted to cut it in the mouth, but it couldn't be. That is the case today. The whole tram would have attacked me. I thought I'd find out where he was going down and then take care of his trouble. The pal landed at Andrássy út. After me. Well, when you get to an abandoned place ... He turns into the dark Csengery Street. To my street. Good place, no one is there. I reach out, grab his two shoulders, turn them over, cut into his mouth with fists. – Are you still Jewish, lousy? I

 

[neurodivergent]

With the strained force, Hungarians who work more than usual are rightly outraged that at the same time, when they have to let go of more crowded trams many times, which they can't fit on, the trams crowd by helpless Jews, or when they get up, yellow stars spread out in the seats. They still hadn’t learned that they would go further with modesty. Today, they are crowding as usual, and not in one case even aggressive, as the following shows. We board a crowded 6 with a lot of yellow stars blooming. We are crowded on the platform. Behind us, a well-built, athletic Jew talks to a one-cap, we thought, a yellow-striped laborer. All we take from the fragments of the sentence is that he managed to win a Hungarian boy for a service. He mentions a restaurant where he paid the boy two gallons of wine by giving him it, whether he drinks it at once or as a splash. It could be some kind of business and all we mean is five hundred looking for it. Not much, but these days ... In the meantime, he says things he can only whisper in his ear. He later talks about the congestion of trams. The yellow star is no longer so careful at this time, so we can witness the following building and instructive narrative: – You know how much they look like us about the crowded tram – says lately. – I could barely get on the boulevard last night. I pressed in and pushed a goy pal away. He looks at me angrily and says, – Jews are still very crowded. – You may think I wanted to cut it in the mouth, but it couldn't be. That is the case today. The whole tram would have attacked me. I thought I'd find out where he was going down and then take care of his trouble. The pal landed at Andrássy út. After me. Well, when you get to an abandoned place ... He turns into the dark Csengery Street. To my street. Good place, no one is there. I reach out, grab his two shoulders, turn them over, cut into his mouth with fists. – Are you still Jewish, lousy? I