CelestialEmpire
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The reason foids are so repulsed by ethnics like curries and chinks is this.
When Stacy looks at a panfaced yellow Chink face, she is reminded of rice paddies, 5'3 malnourished farmers in straw hats, 350lb nerds wearing Anime shirts and dickcel Chinks in movies.
When Stacy looks at a recessed birdcel repulsive shit brown Pajeet, she is reminded of street shit, cow dung, Jeets fucking goats, and street food mixed with smelly Jeets' bare feet.
When Stacy looks at a nigger, she is reminded of chimpanzees, mud huts, malnourished dying 12kg African children.
When Stacy looks at a sand nigger, she is reminded of 9/11, terrorists, NATO soldiers dying in random desert trenches.
When Stacy looks at an indian, she is reminded of teepees, buffalo hunting with spears, lack of literacy and feather wearing heathens.
HOWEVER.
When Stacy looks at Heinrich, she is reminded of glorious German industry, of eagles and marble pillars, of valiant elite Wehrmacht divisions cleansing Europe of ethnics and of the invincible German Empire spreading civilization across North Africa.
When Stacy looks at a Dutchman, she is reminded of the tulip fields of Amsterdam, of the spice trade of the Dutch East Indies, of quintessential Dutch cottages and blonde Chads and Stacies feeding their children raw milk and Cheese wheels. Of the Netherlands' first-rate naval force and of their globe-spanning Empire.
When Stacy looks at Richard, she is reminded of the greatest civilization in history. Of the unyielding Royal Navy defeating all opposition in the seven seas and the infallible Anglo-Saxon race ruling the waves. Of civilization, literacy, Christianity, electricity, roads, economics and more brought to countless brown savages in 60% of the known world. Of the aristocrats of the golden Victorian Era in their gilded manors and castles in the English countryside, with balls and ballads and maserquade parties of delight. Of the valour of the Redcoats gunning down Niggers, Pajeets, Chinks and Sandmonkeys in far corners of the Empire ranging from Rhodesia, the British Raj, Aegyptus and the Thirteen Colonies.
This is why you ethnics, will NEVER have the same appeal as someone of WASP North Atlantid stock. Of our icy A10 orbs reminding inferiors of the Atlantic waves that we rule with our battleships and dreadnoughts, of our midnight silky locks that arouses dread in ethnics, just like the black gunpowder erupting from cannons and muskets and rifles that our Empire used to cleanse the realm of savages and heathens. Of our pale porcelain skin that glows so bright, it is like the sun rising on the British Empire, never to set again.
When Stacy looks at a panfaced yellow Chink face, she is reminded of rice paddies, 5'3 malnourished farmers in straw hats, 350lb nerds wearing Anime shirts and dickcel Chinks in movies.
When Stacy looks at a recessed birdcel repulsive shit brown Pajeet, she is reminded of street shit, cow dung, Jeets fucking goats, and street food mixed with smelly Jeets' bare feet.
When Stacy looks at a nigger, she is reminded of chimpanzees, mud huts, malnourished dying 12kg African children.
When Stacy looks at a sand nigger, she is reminded of 9/11, terrorists, NATO soldiers dying in random desert trenches.
When Stacy looks at an indian, she is reminded of teepees, buffalo hunting with spears, lack of literacy and feather wearing heathens.
HOWEVER.
When Stacy looks at Heinrich, she is reminded of glorious German industry, of eagles and marble pillars, of valiant elite Wehrmacht divisions cleansing Europe of ethnics and of the invincible German Empire spreading civilization across North Africa.
When Stacy looks at a Dutchman, she is reminded of the tulip fields of Amsterdam, of the spice trade of the Dutch East Indies, of quintessential Dutch cottages and blonde Chads and Stacies feeding their children raw milk and Cheese wheels. Of the Netherlands' first-rate naval force and of their globe-spanning Empire.
When Stacy looks at Richard, she is reminded of the greatest civilization in history. Of the unyielding Royal Navy defeating all opposition in the seven seas and the infallible Anglo-Saxon race ruling the waves. Of civilization, literacy, Christianity, electricity, roads, economics and more brought to countless brown savages in 60% of the known world. Of the aristocrats of the golden Victorian Era in their gilded manors and castles in the English countryside, with balls and ballads and maserquade parties of delight. Of the valour of the Redcoats gunning down Niggers, Pajeets, Chinks and Sandmonkeys in far corners of the Empire ranging from Rhodesia, the British Raj, Aegyptus and the Thirteen Colonies.
This is why you ethnics, will NEVER have the same appeal as someone of WASP North Atlantid stock. Of our icy A10 orbs reminding inferiors of the Atlantic waves that we rule with our battleships and dreadnoughts, of our midnight silky locks that arouses dread in ethnics, just like the black gunpowder erupting from cannons and muskets and rifles that our Empire used to cleanse the realm of savages and heathens. Of our pale porcelain skin that glows so bright, it is like the sun rising on the British Empire, never to set again.
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