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It's
A Wonderful Race
By James Bronson
There once was a college freshman named George
who thought he knew it all. One night over dinner, George
got into an argument with his father. The argument began
when the young student tried to explain to his father that
as White people, they should be held accountable for all
the evils that they had inflicted upon non-Whites throughout
history. George explained: "Because of European racism,
we stole the Indians' land, we held blacks in slavery, we
persecuted the Jews, and we plundered the environment. We've
been oppressive racists for thousands of years so it's only
fair that we pay economic reparations for all the harm we've
done to the world. I'm pleased to see that we are ending
our political and economic domination of the oppressed peoples."
George's dad was shocked to hear such talk.
"Who put such commie-pinko nonsense into your head,
boy? Did one of your sandal-wearing hippie college professors
teach you that?" the father asked.
To which the son replied: "That's the
truth dad. My anthropology professor, Dr.Irving Silverstein,
says so. He ought to know. Dr. Silverstein is a well-respected
Ph.D. People of your generation just don't understand because
you were raised in a White supremacist racist society. That's
why I've come to admire Dr. Rev. Martin Luther King as the
greatest man in American history. He stood up to the racists
of your generation. Because of him, my generation of White
kids is completely colourblind."
The father angrily replied: "That's bullshit!
I've always been fair-minded and tolerant of people from
all backgrounds and races. I haven't 'oppressed' anybody,
and furthermore there's nothing wrong with being proud of
one's own people, including the European race of people.
Your race is in your blood. It's like an extension of your
biological family and you ought to be proud of your European
heritage and identity, just like every other racial group
in America is proud of its. Why is it OK for them to have
a strong sense of racial identity but it's evil for us Europeans
to feel that way?"
The young "intellectual" laughed
at his father. "Come on dad, that's the kind of crap
Hitler tried to peddle. Those racist attitudes were discredited
years ago. There's only one race and that's the human race.
Diversity is our greatest strength. Differences in so-called
"race" are as insignificant as differences in
belly buttons. And besides, UN statistics now show that
low White birth rates, along with the fact that we live
in an multicultural society, will mean that Europeans and
their ethnocentrist and racist culture will have died out
by the end of the century," young George said.
Turning red with anger, the father yelled:
"You are a walking clich? You know that boy? And you
think it's a good thing that the European peoples of the
world will have faded out and ceased to exist?" Young
George replied; "I think it's great! It will mean the
end of racism and the end of hate. The oppressed peoples
of the world would have been better off if us racist Europeans
had never existed to begin with."
Suddenly there was a blast of cold wind, an
explosion, and a huge smoke cloud. When the smoke had settled,
George found himself alone and lost in a cold open field.
An angel named Clarence then appeared to him and said "Well
George, you've got your wish."
George asked: "Where am I? What's going on here? And
who are you?"
The angel answered, "George, I'm Clarence
the Angel. I was sent here to show you what the world would
have been like if Europeans, or Whites, had never existed.
You now live in a world where Europeans never existed."
"Oh. That's cool. I'll have no problem adapting because
there's not a racist bone in my body. And when I get back
to my world, I'll be able to tell my professor and my friends
how great this non-racist world was. Say, I'm freezing my
ass off out here. Where's the nearest motel?"
"Motel?" replied the angel. "There are no
motels here in what was once called North America. But there
are some caves up in those mountains where you can find
shelter."
"Caves? No way man. I want a nice warm bed to sleep
in."
"I don't think you understand George. There are no
buildings here in non-white America because the evil Europeans
never came here to build them. Whites never existed, remember?
The natives live in tents. Would you like to go meet some
local Indians? Perhaps they'll let you stay in a tent."
"A tent? But it's 10 degrees outside?...Oh well. It's
better than a cave I suppose. Let's go talk to these Indians......
Wait a second, are these Indians friendly or hostile?"
"Why, George, that's a racist question to ask. Just
because some Indians were brutal savages who scalped their
victims alive, it doesn't mean they all were" said
the angel sarcastically.
"I know that Clarence. And I'm not a racist. I hate
racism. Nonetheless, I'd feel safer if I could have a gun
to defend myself if they turn out to be violent."
"Gun?" replied the angel. "There are no guns
for you to defend yourself with. Firearms were invented
by evil Europeans. Though we could make a spear with those
twigs over there."
"That's too much work. Give me a telephone then. I'll
call the Indians to ask if it's OK."
"Telephone"? replied the angel. There are no telephones
here. Alexander Graham Bell was another evil white man,
so he never existed. No Europeans remember?" "Forget
it then" replied George. "I'll sleep in the damn
cave."
Upon arriving at the cave, a shivering George asked the
angel for a lighter so that he could light a fire. "A
lighter?" replied Clarence. "There are no lighters
here, and no matches. Those are European gadgets and evil
Europeans never existed remember? If you want to get warm,
you need to do like the locals do and start rubbing twigs
together."
"Oh come on man! You mean to tell me these people still
rub sticks together for fire?"
"That's right George. The Indians live exactly as they
did before the evil pilgrims arrived from Europe just a
few centuries ago." said the angel sarcastically.
"I refuse to stay in this cold cave and I damn sure
ain't gonna light a fire with twigs, and I refuse to sleep
in a teepee. I'll go to South America. I can make it in
a warmer climate and I'll adapt quickly to the great Incan
civilization I learned about at college. Since European
racists like Columbus, Cortez and Pizzaro never existed,
the Incans will still be there. ... I need a car"
"Car?" replied the angel. "There are no cars
here. Daimler and Benz, the evil German inventors of the
internal combustion engine, were never born..nor was Henry
Ford. There are no paved roads either. This is a world without
evil Europeans remember?"
"No cars! Oh. I'll just have to take a train."
"There are no trains in this world either George. Evil
Europeans weren't here to build locomotive engines or to
discover the many uses of coal, oil and gas, or to build
trains or lay tracks. But I'll allow you to cheat just a
bit.
Grab hold of my magic robe and we'll fly south."
George touched the angel's robe and they flew south until
they arrived in an abandoned mud hut in the midst of Incan
territory. George was grateful for the warm weather but
it wasn't long until he began to complain about the heat
and humidity.
"Clarence, this hut is a little shithole and I'm sweating
up a storm here. Get me an air-conditioner please."
"Air-conditioner?" replied the angel. "There
are no air-conditioners here. Air conditioning and refrigeration
were inventions created by evil White men." "What?!!
You mean to tell me that in the year 2002 these people still
haven't figured out a way to keep themselves or their food
cool? a frustrated George asked.
"No George, they haven't. And they never will."
"This is ridiculous. Let's go to the main city to see
the Emperor. I can't live like like this. Where's a car...oh
I forget...no cars! Dammit I'll walk. Let's go."
After walking through the jungle for about an hour or so,
it began to get dark. George then asked Clarence to give
him a flashlight so that he could see. "Flashlight?
Sorry George, but Thomas Edison was an evil White man too...and
he was never born. There are some branches over there if
you want to make a torch."
"Never mind that!" George shouted back.
By morning time, Clarence and George had arrived at the
temple of the Incans. A bloody human sacrifice was in progress.
George turned to Clarence and cried, "They're going
to butcher that poor soul! Somebody has got to stop this.
What horrible murdering beasts! Can't anyone stop them?"
The angel replied "I'm afraid not. Ritual killings
are common place here. "Those evil European racists
like Columbus, Cortez and Pizzaro never existed so the Incans
just continued their brutal ways. In fact, it was the oppressed
peoples themselves who made up the bulk of the Spanish armed
forces. The people saw the Spaniards as liberators who would
rid them of the oppressive Incan and Mayan rulers and give
them a better life."
"I can't blame them for helping the Spaniards then.
This is a horrible place. Get me out of this shithole now!"
said George.
'Where would you like to go?" Clarence replied.
George said: "Take me to Africa, maybe there's a more
advanced and humane civilization there that I can fit into.
Where the nearest airport?"
"Oh, I forgot...no Wright Brothers." George said.
"How about a boat?"
"Boats?" replied the angel. "I'm afraid the
most seaworthy rafts available to you won't be of much help
in crossing the vast Atlantic Ocean. The great Viking sailors
and European navigators never existed. No Phoenicians, no
Leif Erikson, no Henry the Navigator, no Columbus, no Magellan,
no Hudson and no Robert Fulton. Even if you could build
your own ship, there would be no compass for you to navigate
with and no sextant either. I'm afraid you're stuck here
George."
"Can I touch your robe and fly to Africa
then" asked George.
"You're cheating again George, but all right. Touch
my robe and we'll fly to Africa."
When they arrived in Africa, George saw thousands of half-naked
African tribesmen being herded along a dirt path. They were
guarded by other Africans with spears. "What are they
doing to those poor men?" George asked Clarence.
"They are being enslaved by another tribe. Slavery
was common in Africa long before the whites arrived."
Clarence said."In fact, most of the slaves who were
shipped to the Americas were sold to the slave traders by
African tribal leaders."
"That's so sad.' George said. "I want to meet
Martin Luther King. Since his White assassin never existed,
this great man should still be alive. He's probably a great
tribal chief somewhere and leader of an advanced civilization.
He will free these slaves from their African masters. Take
me to him Clarence."
Clarence led George to a little hut deep in the heart of
Africa. The naked women and children looked at George in
wonder. The young men were out on a hunt but the older men
stayed behind. George was led to the dingy little hut of
the tribal witch doctor and spiritual leader. There he saw
a wild-looking man with a necklace of teeth around his neck
and a huge ring pierced through his nose. "What the
hell is that? George asked.
"Meet Witch-doctor Matunbo Lutamba Kinga" Clarence
said. He never became Reverend Martin Luther King because
there were no universities or seminaries built to educate
him. Europeans weren't there to create such opportunities.
But he did become the tribe's spiritual leader. He specializes
in casting evil spells. Perhaps he can help you?"
The witch doctor gazed in wonder at George. Then he motioned
to his henchmen to seize young George. The tribesmen grabbed
hold of George and tied him to a nearby tree.
"Stop it! Let me go. What are they going to do to me?"
cried George hysterically.
"They're going to perform a ritual killing on you George.
The good doctor King...I mean Kinga -- believes that by
cutting your heart out while you are still alive, it will
bring good fortune and fertility to his tribe," laughed
Clarence.
"Clarence! Clarence! Help me Clarence! Help me!
"But George, you told me that you wanted to go to Africa
and to meet your hero Reverend King."
George said: "This part of Africa has not developed
yet. I can see that now. Take me to North Africa where Egypt
and Carthage established great civilizations. Just get me
out of here, please."
Just as the witch doctor's spear was about to carve out
George's heart, George vanished into thin air. He then found
himself on the banks of the river Nile in Egypt.
"Thank you Clarence. Thank you," George said.
"I don't understand it Clarence. Why does so much of
the world remain so brutal and primitive? I learned during
Black History Month about many talented black inventors
and scientists. Garrett Morgan, George Washington Carver,
Benjamin Banneker, Granville Woods. Then there's Dr. Carson,
the preeminent brain surgeon in all of America. Where are
these men?"
Clarence
replied:
"Don't you understand yet ?
America, and Africa, exist exactly as they did before the
Europeans discovered them.
Civilization as you had known it, had only been introduced
to these people just a few centuries ago by the Europeans.
There are no universities, no hospitals, no
means of transportation other than animals, no science,
no medicine, no machines. In fact, the wheel hasn't even
been discovered in Sub-Saharan Africa! Those black scientists,
inventors, doctors, athletes, and entertainers you speak
of were never given the opportunity to realize their full
human potential because Europeans weren't around to introduce
higher civilization and learning to them. There are no George
Washington Carvers in this non-European world, no Dr. Carsons,
no Booker T. Washingtons, no Benjamin Bannekers, no Michael
Jordans, no Oprah Winfreys, no Bill Cosbys, no..."
"Stop it! That can't be!" cried George. "Let's
walk over to the great pyramids of Egypt right now and I'll
show you one of the great wonders of the world .....built
by non-Whites"
They walked a few miles before George stopped and asked
where the nearest toilet was. "Toilets?" replied
the angel. There are no toilets or urinals in this world.
Plumbing was developed by evil Europeans. The people in
this non-White world still relieve themselves in open fields."
Clarence turned around so George could do his business.
"I need some toilet paper." George said.
"Toilet paper?" replied the angel. "There..."
"I know. I know. Toilet paper hasn't been invented
yet. Just hand me a rag then".
Clarence obliged and the two of them went on their way.
"I don't understand. According to my recollections
from Geography class, the great pyramids should be near
this very spot. We ought to be able to see them from miles
away," said George.
"Well, George, I'm sure your professors at the college
never told you this, but the ancient Egyptians were not
black or brown. They were Caucasians. The anthropologists
who examined the Egyptian mummies confirmed this fact. There
are no pyramids and no Sphinx either. And the Carthaginians
were White too."
George became depressed, but he was determined
to prove his beliefs. "What's in Europe?" he asked.
"Europe became populated by Huns and other Asiatic
tribes. They've settled down a bit but life is much the
same as it is in North America. A nomadic existence based
on hunting and food gathering. No great cities, no science,
no buildings, no culture, no fine art - just a hard daily
struggle against life and the elements of nature. In a Europe
without evil Whites, the Roman Empire never existed nor
did the Greeks. There was no Renaisance either."
"Take me to Asia then. Surely the great civilizations
of Persia, India, China, and Japan will suit me" George
said. "Clarence, to the Taj Mahal please." "The
Taj Mahal?" replied the angel. "Don't you know
that the ancient Persian and Indian civilizations were established
by ancient Indo-European tribes who crossed the Himalayas?
They are the ones who civilized India and built the Taj
Mahal. Those are the great civilizations that Marco Polo,
Columbus, and others were searching for. Did you know that
Iran is Persian for "land of the Aryan?"
George said: "Don't tell me that the Indians were White
men! That can't be. In the world I came from, I knew many
Indians and they were not White!"
Clarence explained: "As the centuries passed, the Indo-Europeans
who created Indian civilization intermarried with the native
majorities who populated the Indian subcontinent. Gradually
there were less and less evil White people until they faded
out completely, along with the advanced civilization they
had built. You will notice that there are still a few white-skinned
and fair-haired Indians and Pakistanis around today -- in
the world you came from that is.
George became worried. He knew he could never
fit into the harsh primitive world he had been thrust into.
Suddenly he thought of Japan. "Japan! I'll show you
now Clarence. Take me to Japan. If the Japanese can make
TVs and cameras then I'm sure I'll find a decent civilization
that I can live in."
Clarence transported George to Japan. George observed that
Japanese society was the most orderly, advanced and civil
that he had seen, but it seemed as if almost everyone was
either a rice farmer, a fisherman, or a soldier. There were
no cars, no skyscapers, no lights, no stereos, no sciences,
no technologies, no universities. It was a stagnant agricultural
society that seemed to have reached its high water mark
and was incapable of moving forward. George knew he could
not live here either.
Clarence explained to Geeorge: "Even the industrious
Japanese and Chinese peoples had to rely on the evil Europeans
to build the modern Asia that you had in mind. In this world,
Japan exists exactly as it did before Commodore Perry's
American naval ships arrived in Japan in the 1850s. There's
no industry, no technology, no Fuji film, no Sony, no Hitachi,
no Panasonic, no Toyota, no Sushi bars, no baseball...none
of the trappings or comforts of modern life. These things
don't exist in Japan or anywhere else because Europeans
weren't there to create them and share them with the rest
of the world. Would you care for a bowl of rice George?"
George began to feel sick in both his body
and his mind. Not only was he depressed, but exposure to
the harsh elements of nature had left him physically ill.
"Clarence, I seem to have contracted some type of sickness.
I must have some antibiotics."
"Anti-biotics? There's no...
"Oh Shut up already! Then just take me back to the
world as it was!"
"Sorry George. I'm not authorized to do that. Only
my boss can make that call." Clarence said to him:
"You see George. Your father was right. You really
had a wonderful race. Don't you see what a foolish mistake
it is to be ashamed and guilty about your own people, and
to let them die out? This is what the world would be like
without the creative spark of Edison and Ford and Pasteur
and Marconi. No great scientists, or mathematicians, or
inventors or fine artists. No Archimedes, no Aristotle,
no Socrates, no Alexander, no Renaissance, no Newton, no
Kepler, no Goddard, no Mendel, no Tesla, no Faraday, no
Guttenberg, no Shakespeare, no Dickens, no Twain, no Mozart,
no Beethoven, no Da Vinci, no Michelangelo, no Galileo,
no Copernicus. No Venice, no Paris, no Lisbon, no Madrid,
no Zurich, no Berlin, no St. Petersburg, no Budapest, no
Rome, no Milan, no Vienna, no London, no New York, no Rio,
no Sydney. No orchestras, no museums, no universities, no
hospitals, no libraries, no theaters, no radio, no books,
no television, no electricity, no refrigeration, no heating,
no plumbing, no houses, no steel, no stadiums, no vaccines,
no cars, no planes, no trains, no ships, no dentists, no
surgeons, no computers, no telephones, and most important
- there's no creative genius to be found that could create
and sustain such a high level of civilization. There's nothing
for the people of this world to build upon. It's just a
daily struggle for subsistence. A brutal planet where the
few people who aren't mired in eternal ignorance and darkness
have reached their peak of civilization and are advancing
no further."
Clarence went on to lecture the broken and depressed young
man for seven days straight. He covered everything. History,
science, economics, philosophy, art, literature, fine music,
architecture, medicine, politics, agriculture, religion,
and all the creations and contributions that the European
peoples had made in every conceivable field of human endeavor.
George listened closely to every word. He felt like a man
who had been reborn.
After his lecture, Clarence the Angel floated away towards
heaven. "I hope you have found all this to be educational,
and I hope you have learned an important lesson. Enjoy your
world George!" mocked the departing angel.
George began to sob like a baby. It was the year 2002 and
he was alone and hungry in a backwards world where Europeans
had never existed. He cried out to the stars: "Please
God. I see what a fool I've been. I understand now what
my father was trying to tell me.
I want to go back to the world that I came from. A world
where Europeans not only existed, but blessed the rest of
humanity with their unique creative ability. I want to live
in a civilized world. Please God!...take me back!...take
me back!...Oh God....please."
Suddenly George was transported back to his
college dormitory. Drunk with joy, George jumped into the
showers before he could even take his clothes off!.
"Warm water! and soap! Life is beautiful!" he
screamed.
George's floor mates looked at him as if he was crazy. "George!
Have you gone crazy?" asked a bewildered schoolmate.
"No my friend. I haven't taken leave of my senses.
I've come to them!" George replied. George then began
to sing classic European folk songs in the shower.
Miraculously, he was able to sing in many
different languages. He sang O Sole Mio in Italian, Amazing
Grace in English, Gloire Immortelle in French, Das Ist Der
Tag in German, and also Belgian, Spanish and French ballads
and waltzes. Tears of sheer joy began to stream down his
cheeks. The degenerate music of Hip-Hop and Rap lost all
of its appeal to young George.
After his shower, George drove to a nearby
restaurant and ordered two whole entrees. One was Lasagna
and the other was a delicious Veal Marsala. With his Italian
food he had a Greek salad with Spanish olives and Russian
dressing, drank a whole bottle of French wine, followed
by a German pastry for dessert. He finished his meal off
with a hot cup of English tea and a Cuban cigar.
George said out loud: "Oh those European
peoples and their delicious cuisine. Clarence was right
after all. What a wonderful race!"
George was happy, but at the same time he
realized there was much work to be done. He thought of all
those poor whites in Rhodesia and South Africa who were
being murdered and raped ever since they gave up control
of those once-European nations. He thought of the many thousands
of qualified Whites who were passed up for good jobs and
college entrance because of racial quotas that discriminate
against Europeans. He thought about the declining birthrates
among all the European nations of the world. He remembered
that Europeans everywhere were dwindling in numbers every
year even as their own nations were being flooded with third
world immigration. He recalled the O.J. Simpson verdict
and how millions of blacks in America cheered when that
brutal double murderer was set free by a black jury after
he stabbed two Whites to death. He remembered the Los Angeles
riots of 1992, where dozens of Whites were dragged out of
their vehicles and killed like dogs in the streets by packs
of White-hating monsters who were never even punished! He
remembered the time when Jesse Jackson led a cheer at Stanford
University: "Hey Hey Ho Ho, Western Civ. has got to
go!" His European blood began to boil in righteous
indignation when he recalled how Jesse Jackson once said
he had spit in White people's food when he was a young restaurant
worker. George now understood that that his people were
on a collision course with worldwide disaster and genocide.
George realized that this great people must not perish from
the face of the earth.
George could not wait to see his father.
He longed to embrace him and apologize for all of the foolish
and disrespectful things he had said to him. But first,
George had a score to settle with a certain college professor.
He walked into Dr. Silverstein's auditorium and quietly
took a seat in the back row. The nasal voiced Silverstein
was lecturing on and on about racial and gender inequalities
in European-centered civilizations. It was vintage Silverstein.
George's impressionable White schoolmates, with their baggy
pants, hip-hop clothes and backwards baseball caps, were
swallowing Silverstein's poison pills hook, line and sinker.
After letting Silverstein spew his cultural poison for about
15 minutes or so, George raised his hand so that he could
give the professor a piece of his newly educated mind.
"George? Is that you? I remember you
from last semester. I wasn't aware that you were here today.
I failed to recognize you in that shirt and tie, and without
your earrings. You must have enjoyed my course so much that
you signed up again eh? Class, I'd like for you to meet
George. He was one of my brightest students last semester.
He truly has a thorough grasp of the ideas presented in
this course. George, would you be so kind as to tell my
class about that brilliant term paper you wrote about European
racism, imperialism, and the need for monetary reparations?"
That's when young George let loose on the unsuspecting Professor.
"ENOUGH! You scheming devil!
You mendacious fabricator of falsehoods! You pusillanimous
purveyor of pinko propaganda! How dare you try to corrupt
and manipulate our young minds with your filthy lies. We
Europeans have nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to apologize
for, and everything to be proud of. And most of all, we
don't owe anybody jack-shit - not one thin dime! To the
contrary, it is the rest of humanity that owes us a debt
which can never be repaid! We are the rightful heirs and
protectors of a rich cultural heritage. You vile manipulator!
We are the sons of the Romans, the sons of the Greeks, the
Celtics, the Vikings, the Normans, the Saxons. Why do you
inflict shame and guilt upon us? We Europeans didn't just
contribute to civilization...
WE ARE CIVILIZATION
!
And I declare that I will no longer tolerate you shit head
"intellectuals" trying to tear our people down.
Never again will we walk on eggshells when we speak, always
fearing that we might be called "racist." I no
longer care what people think. All that matters is the truth
which you have sought to pervert!"
"What are you up to anyway? Why do you
to corrupt my young peers by shoving false heroes down their
throats. Enough of your Marxist games of divide and conquer,
you commie pinko subversive! I don't want to learn anymore
about Martin Luther King, Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton or
Black History Month. They would not have amounted to anything
without the institutions of high civilization created by
the European peoples. I'm going to set this class straight
about who the truly great men of history are - the European
statesmen, scientists, explorers, monarchs, navigators,
conquerors, inventors, artists, writers, philosophers -
the innovative giants of history that you and your ilk have
erased from our collective memories. You speak of a world
liberated from European influence? Permit me tell your students
about such a world, Silverstein, because I can speak from
personal experience, you wretched little conspiring monster!"
Silverstein turned white as a ghost. He was
shell shocked and rendered speechless for the first time
in his career! Never in all of his years at the University
had a student dared to so boldly challenge his falsehoods.
Speaking from the heart as well as the mind, and with an
eloquence he never thought he could muster, George broke
out into a 60-minute monologue on history, science, philosophy,
culture, and all the other attributes that constitute high
civilization. The young students were captivated by George's
brilliant oratory. Many were moved to tears. By the end
of his tirade, George's reawakened classmates were thundering
their approval of his speech. The class gave George a standing
ovation and they thanked him for helping them rediscover
and reclaim their own sense of pride and lost identity.
The unstoppable power of truth had melted away years of
Marxist guilt tripping, self hate, wimpishness and cultural
brainwashing in just one unforgettable hour. The inspired
students proceeded to storm out of Silverstein's class,
throwing their hip-hop baseball caps and nose earrings at
him as they stampeded out and vowed never to return. They
lifted George up upon their shoulders and carried him out
of the auditorium like a conquering hero. With a glint in
his eye, George glanced up towards the sky, winked and said
"Thank you, Clarence."
Dr. Silverstein was left humiliated and visibly
shaken. He knew that these reawakened European kids could
never again be brainwashed with "political correctness"
and White guilt. Silverstein's greatest fear was that more
of these proud European youths would one day reawaken and
take their country and civilization back from the Silversteins
of the world.
Silverstein was worried, but he remained confident
that most young men and women would never learn the truth
about their glorious past and unique creative abilities.
After all, the mass media, Hollywood, the music industry,
the colleges, and the public schools are all controlled
by "liberals" like Dr. Silverstein. With the power
of political correctness in their hands, they can continue
to tear down our European ancestors, destroy our institutions
and traditions, instigate blacks and other races against
the whites, flood America with third-world immigration,
and push "hip-hop" music, homosexuality, and other
garbage onto a weak, confused and morally degenerate youth.
After reflecting upon these facts, Silverstein smiled a
devilish grin and muttered to himself: "A few of these
European sheep may wake up to what's being done to them,
but the majority of these idiots never will." And he
smiled again....and laughed with diabolical Marxist glee.
Then he repeated to himself "No...they will never figure
it all out until it's too late."
Or will they?
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