7 April, 2006

R.I.V.B.E., My Dear Kike

Posted by alex in Arch Stanton at 2:22 pm | Permanent Link

Alex,

File this under: Rest in a vat of boiling excrement, Jewish diversity advocate now peacefully resting in bed he made.

Note the “hate” crime angle in the title, the big clue of who’s a jew. And then there is this comment, “the caring urban-studies major handing pocket change to a wheelchair—bound man”. Who but a jew would have such empathy! Who but an urban-studies jew would take the time to care so much for his fellow man? Yet, GASP! Whoda thunk there would be such danger in jewing while white! Ya’ gots to wonder wach de’ Negros will be thinkin’ when they find a life sentence waiting for them for this murder, I means after all wasn’t this nuthin more than a white man – was it? Murdering wichout de’ aid of Hoffman lenses may be a real eye opener for those Negroes that cannot see who owns and controls the bread along wich de’ butter dey smear on it. Still I don’t understand how any judge could possibly construe a gang of violent Negros yelling “get whitey” as demonstrating any kind of racial motivation in the commission of a crime, after all Negroes yell this sort of thing all the time and judges do not find any hate in such actions. Perhaps if the Negros had yelled “get jewey” instead it would be a more clear cut case of a hate crime.

Killed by a speeding Mercedes in Harlem, what are the chances? Anyone who has ever been to Harlem or almost anywhere in Jew York knows that typically traffic moves at a pace that would be hard pressed to give a pedestrian a broken leg. So where was the Mercedes going in such a hurry; to make a witdrawal atch de’ bank? Or was Macy’s having their April fools 40% off sale on bling bling?

For a real hoot, check out what the blind mice at Amren have discovered by carefully tapping around this story with their canes. http://www.amren.com/mtnews/archives/2006/04/hate_killed_nyu.php

Regards,

Arch Stanton


  • 4 Responses to “R.I.V.B.E., My Dear Kike”

    1. alphabeta Says:
      7 April, 2006 at 6:59 pm

      Amren, hilarious. That place is sad. (The blind mice are an excellent and very funny metaphor.) I wasted years reading conservative stuff, but once I made it to Amren I saw, within a couple of weeks, someone put a link to VNN in a comment; then I came here and started finding out what was really going on.

      Jews ministering to the poor in Harlem are pretty far down on my list of people to feel sorry for as victims of Judaizing and multiculturalism.

    2. wayne h. Says:
      7 April, 2006 at 11:38 pm

      “The gang of youths some as young as 11 were smoking pot at a nearby popeyes”.Ah Harlem what a wonderful place.This guy must have been smoking something to if he was in the no go zone,get whitey .Of course this is not a hate crime .These are just kids with nothing better to do ,not enough basketball courts and playgrounds and streetlights.Too bad they have to hang out at popeyes and smoke pot all night waiting for a white guy to chase .

    3. Harry Tuttle Says:
      8 April, 2006 at 7:06 am

      I worked up in Harlem as a manager of a sales center for about a year. A game reserve that should only be viewed from the inside of an armored jeep, but I walked to the subway each night at 9:00 pm and usually had plenty of trouble for it.

      The funniest thing that ever happened to me in Harlem was when I walked by a used auto yard on the way to the subway one evening and in that amazing way that all white men have with animals, suddenly took it upon myself to charm more than seven ugly junkyard dogs into lining up for belly scratches and hugs. I have no idea to this day what I was thinking about or what on earth made me think I could do it. The dogs were big ugly dobermans and mixed breed pugs of various stripes. I knelt down on one knee and began to speak softly to them at the fenceline and coo to each one of them even as they were growling savagely.

      I truly believe that all dogs tend to have a biological need for human affection and love and you can bet they weren’t getting any from their nigger owners. Probably some of them had been raised in the yard and never known a kind word from the filthy muds. They all just seemed to reach some kind of consensus, maybe I was the first white man that had ever been so close up or so friendly. All at once they just started wagging their tails and were pushing each other to roll on their backs and get a stomach rub. The dogs went so tame for me you’d think they had been raised on a living room couch eating twinkies for the past ten years, instead of living in a tin shed out back of a car lot getting starved by niiger scum. Dogs just plain hate niggers on sight, because they don’t have any intellect to speak of getting in the way of their instincts. They know niggers are really bad and can sense that most white men are just plain good by nature.

      So anyway, after about the most incredible five minutes of this surrounded by these mean-ass dogs all shoving me for a pat, the nigger who owned the car lot came out screaming at me and yelling for the dogs to tear my ass up. “Don’t you go petting them mothafuggin’ dawgs, muthafugga! You must be plannin’ to rob me white boyah! Ged da fugg away from dat fence befoh I haf dem dawgs rip yo a new arse!!!” A bunch of other niggers ran out from the inside and started the same incoherent yelling and nig-nonsense-narrative. Even the nigs were marveling. “Fuck me, how in da hell dat white boyah tame dem damm dawgs! He musta slipped ’em sum crack n’shit, dey be going all pussy on him! Sheeeeiiiiittttt muthafugga!!!!”

      So I could never approach the fence on the way to the subway ever again after that, but it didn’t stop the dogs from all lining up and wagging their tails when they saw me passing. They seemed to be saying with their eyes all the time, “Pity me, human. What worse fate could befall my kind than to live and die in the possession of a nigger? It’s truly a fate worse than death.”

      When I got notice my time in Harlem was coming to an end, my last morning I dumped an entire box of Dunkin’ Donuts over the fence to the dogs, you never saw them so happy before. Probably the first time they’d had anything sweet in their lives. The nigs were screaming again but I just laughed and flipped them the bird. Fugging niggers. What’s not to hate? Even dogs can figure it out.

    4. alex Says:
      8 April, 2006 at 4:28 pm

      Niggers shouldn’t be allowed to own guns or dogs, and humans shouldn’t be allowed to own niggers, and jews shouldn’t be allowed to vend them.