To Them, It’s All About Them

Blacks have what could be politely described as a tribal concept of morality or perhaps more specifically as retarded childish narcissism. It’s always about them, when in reality everyone is trying to get away from them. The areas they occupy deteriorate into decrepit warzones, as forests and farmlands one exit down the interstate are constantly being plowed under for new communities where Section 8 vouchers can’t be used. Sometimes, they’re kicked of these areas which are bulldozed for trendy young White people and then they go to ruin someplace else as the cycle begins anew.

I know I’m beating a dead horse here, but we all belong in our own countries or in the very least communities. Black people are incompatible with our religion, our social values, and pretty much any form of civilization. When left on their own in Africa, they develop basically nothing at all, and this doesn’t stress the locals out or strike them as unsuitable.

When slavery ended, blacks wanted segregation. They feel much happier and comfortable around their own kind, just like we do. We have this in common, so it seems like everyone could easily come to a settlement on this matter if some other parasitical third party wasn’t in control of America. They’re really the only reason we got jammed together in the first place.

A good start would be getting white people to collectively acknowledge (they already do, just not out loud) that blacks are a problem, and that this problem can’t be solved by giving them things to make them grateful or treating them the way we’d like to be treated. This works on White people, but they have to try and put themselves in a black mind.

RTWT.