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New Orleans Horde Invasion
by Constantin von Hoffmeister
3 November 2003
"It is ... 'Hitler or hell.'"
-- Savitri Devi
One wonders about White women who mate with monkey-men in man-pants. Not
only that, but one wonders about monkey-men in man-pants who (try to) mate
with Aryan men (not referring to coffee: "Hey, you want to feel something
warm and black inside of you?"). What is the beguiling source of content?
One sees half-ape children mouthing off when they do not get royal treatment
from their mixed-coupled elders. One sees "must-have" spoiled brats with
skin the color of sin mouthing off when a decent White man tries to flush
them down the toilet where they so obviously belong. What is worse: to get a
hamburger at BURGER KING one needs to stand in line for way too muthafuckin'
long because all the servers are whale-shaped fat (with kinky hair bizarrely
braided) monkey-women in woman-skirts.
Now, the point seems clear: The Confederate States of America are dead and
buried, long ago, relegated to the dust collected in the pages of books
belonging to retro-haters and people who like to wear funny outfits and
mockingly shoot each other at so-called "War Between The States"
re-enactment events. A man in a grey rebel suit, dancing with a beautiful
Southern Belle (now all decked out in an antique ante-bellum dress), is a
sight that many may long for in their respective redneck bars and hillbilly
clubs, but let's face it, my Dixie brothers and sisters: Hate comes in all
guises, not the least is PRIDE! Say it and pray it, o Son of Robert E. Lee
and Edgar Allan Poe: The South will rise and swell in your whisky well! The
Might of the South will come back when your sons are high on crack!
Naturally, one could blabber on endlessly about the seemingly defunct nature
of Nature itself! Why, one might ponder while drinking some home-brewed Met,
does the only goal consist of striving for the eternal resurrection of the
endlessly elongated strip mall? Where is the hope and joy in buying yet
another toy?
For the love of Evil, a pale rider on a white horse: After all, did not his
adherents scorn the "Common" Law, in a strict sense of the word? Lamenting
all the way from Laredo to Dallas, "Chosen people, our people, my people
BAD!" Imposing himself on other cultures, deriving pleasure from black
cocks, eating burgers jacking off, to go and get there all the same! Where's
the way that pinpoints pleasure? On top of a tower, a big tower, a very very
big tower, a Babelian tower, linguistically confused but still blabbering
the jewdy doody talk learned straight from Big Horse Mouth - "bald, BAD and
bold"!
Unworthy of racial privileges, the cowboy beats a stick. And tired of
routine, he settles in an abandoned teepee, forgetful of the savage
ransom... Centuries of decadence will not make the cowboy learn basic
principles of standing up! The negation of ancestral ideas makes blind the
ones that see destruction...
The now utterly defunct -- and in the past traitorous -- Anglo-Saxon community
likes to snivel the crusty-dusty anus of the (once desert-dwelling)
hook-nosed world community, beneficial to monkey-men for sure, and even the
Yellow God smiles in favor (all enveloped in a wet fart cloud of
superiority), slant-eyes beaming nuclear... The Waffen-SS, sensitive
soldiers ready to prey on the pasty-faced, harvesting their blood brothers'
souls -- molding them into (finally!) something worth remembering for... A
Final Call! A Final Doom! All the same name game: "democracy, friendship,
love..." A tank blast to the hilt will shut the dumb bitch down. "They hate
us for our freedom." Ha! Ha!
stone of wisdom
asking questions
(not too wise)
in silence
Russia, England, France. Why be surprised that they now all look askance?
Too late for Stalin to conquer, for Churchill to lie and the SS Charlemagne
to save (the Capital, the Reich)... The blind man asks his non-existent wife
(long departed for the long trek back), "But is there time, my dear?" There
is time (plenty of time) to sip Earl Gray tea and eat dry and dusty
biscuits.
CONSTANTIN VON HOFFMEISTER
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