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Off-White Like Me: Those Who Don't Learn From Past
Mistakes Of Black Nationalists Are Doomed To Become
Future White History
by Miss Ann Thrope
First of all, I would like to thank Alex for letting
me contribute occasionally to a site that shreds
sacred kike cows into non-kosher tube steak. When I
first started looking under slimy rocks to find out
why this country pimps its own citizens like feudal
serfs on a NWO plantation overseen by White Slavery
Zionist Pimp Daddies at a UN-sponsored Playas Ball, I
was under the impression that most WN were nothing
more than a bunch of bathtub crank-sniffing,
muppet-fucking inbreds who blamed everyone but
themselves for the sorry state of their own lives.
Ok, enough of the shameless ass-kissing, and down to
the so unpretty nitty gritty.
I used to ask: how in the hell could Mighty Whitey,
with all of his intelligence, allow a raggle-taggle
band of garlic-flavored Dead Sea Pedestrian kikes to
wrap their kugel-powered Kegel muscles around the
country's media, religion, politicians, academia, and
WASP culture tighter than a gook hooker's kung-fu
pussy grip around GI Joe's dick? I knew that Whites
were getting sick of the blue-gummer niggeration
integration of the nation, as were many solid Black
folks. Only a few in whichever camp, ivory tower, or
in the sights of the gun tower, had the sense to
observe jew-subsidized niggerology, and its subsequent
effects on Black/White racial tensions in post-sixties
America.
Why did White folks allow themselves to be treated
collectively like a torn, wet food stamp by street-smart
Jews who transformed pre-'60s Americana Apple
Pie into one steaming, tapeworm-infested, half-baked
dingleberry cobbler with a heaping scoop of
anti-viral-resistant Hepatitis à la mode? And worse,
why did they not only do nothing about it, but then
roll over and expose their soft, fish-white
underbellies to their new masters and beg for a Scooby
snack while the Western world is being turned into a
flophouse for third worlders, goat-herders, river-jumpers,
and deadly cootie-infected African booty
scratchers?
That was until I stumbled upon this site, and found
out that not all WN are booger-eatin',
sister-humpin', snake-handlin' Deliverance rejects
whose highest expectations seemed to be getting their
15 minutes of fame on Jerry Springer's Trailer Cam. I
now realize that there is a formidable underground of
WN intellectuals who are starting to assert
themselves as a force to be reckoned with. However, I
am starting to see many parallels between the failure
of the Black Nationalists, and the future of this
resurgence of White Pride and White Separatism. If
ya'll don't use your genetic gifts of intelligence and
foresight to connect the dots, your descendants are
gonna be high-yellow wigga-niggas bitching about the
Blue-Eyed Devils' blood polluting their veins, wearing
bow ties, sellin' bean pies, and hawking Final
Call on the streets of the inner shitties.
Unfortunately for any Black who doesn't speak Ebonics
as a first language, has never had a jherri curl (
the niggie version of the mullet ), or who suspects
that free gub'ment cheese is a trap for rabid,
ravenous, tail-chasing ghetto hoodrats, the pickin's
are pretty slim with regard to contemporary so-called
Black leaders, whose ass-showing antics have earned
them well- deserved lampooning as cake-cutter-caricatured,
clenched-fisted, wicker-chair-throned
laughingstocks on Mad TV.
Gone are the days of carefree, pygmy African oompa-loompas,
eating grubs and trading cowrie shells
with Chaka Zulu, who left behind an impressive legacy
as one of the first African warrior kings who
attempted to unite all the tribes of Africa, and
resist the Euro colonization; the consequences of
which are now biting the increasingly pissed-off
descendants on the ass like a swarm of DEET resistant
starving Ethiopian tse-tse flies, rightly or wrongly.
Like Nature in Her infinite wisdom ever gave a flying
fuck about morality or the lack thereof, but hey, why
split hairs? As to the question regarding why your
White forefathers opted for Mandingo-ized cheap labor
over the unheeded early patriot warnings of misery it
would bring upon their future descendants, well, Miss
Cleo I ain't, so I can't hep ya'll with that one.
Those of you who haven't been 'Mau-Maued' out of your
natural-born (White) wits will have to consult the
wise counsel of the Ouija board on that. Or perhaps
ole Beelzebub himseslf, because if you follow the
paper trail of the root of all evil, it probably leads
to a Judeo-Xtian pact from a tribe of Hook-nosed,
beady-eyed Devils, with the fine print of a quill
dipped in invisible ink. Whatever the whys and
wherefores of Euro-dominating Manifest Destiny, a
hell of a lot of good it does to break out the tire-patch
kit after the goddamned condom has already
busted.
So long, Marcus Garvey, we hardly knew ya -- and if you
were alive to witness the present sub-Saharan Africa,
now a pestilence-producing, primordial petri dish of
your grand and noble vision for Afro-American
repatriation, perhaps you might've settled for a
partitioned Harlem Renaissance. With no slimy, smirky,
sheenie slumlords whoring the tenants out for Section-8
housing in the projects, or leeching off of Black
entertainers' performance contracts at The Apollo
Theater. If you could see the number of
poverty-pimping knee-grows who've sold out the right
to live as respected Black family men (believe me,
they did exist prior to the mid-'60's, and loooong
before the Cosby Show) for a Soul On Ice paradise as
snow-bunny-fur-burger- hunting, gold-tooth-flashing,
on-the-down-low-life-worshipping coons, you'd vote for
a white sheet in every 'hood. And dat's real, yo!
I have heard it said that the best of the Blacks
suffer at the hands of the worst niggers. In my next
article, I will drag all of the jigaboo puppets
who have sold out the Black Race (of which I am a
proud, if furious member, even if some niggas
resent my Euro-Indian admixture; and hate worse that I
don't act like niggerfied tragic mulattoes do, trying
to prove how "ghetto" they are, desperately
overcompensating for the strain of Euro blood, looking
all retarded, like off-White wiggers or something!)
to do the jew boogaloo (for thirty pieces of silver
and a 40-ounce of Olde English Brew), out behind the
woodshed for a good old-fashioned country ass-whoopin'
with a peach-tree switch. Blacks in this country were
well on the way to assimilating and realizing the
American Dream in our own communities, as everyone
over 40 tells me, until we signed such a bitch-made
deal with the double-crossed-fingered jew, and blamed
the inevitably catastrophic results on the "blue-eyed
devils." Unfortunately, the few Blacks who are awake
would rather roll over and hit the snooze button than
face the Nightmare of the Living Dead, and expose the
political cannibalism of puppet black demagogues who
would happily exchange Blacks' independence for a pot
of smoked turkey neck bones, and a ghetto hamster pat
on the head from pimp mack daddy Sir-ZOG-a-lot.
BEE-YOTCH!
MISS ANN THROPE
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