In the dark gushing mudflow that is India there's a tiny oasis of luminescent White life, the "fair-skinned" Parsis community. While hordes of useless shitskins do little but hump, wallow, and keep their woman constantly shitting more skins, Parsis, especially in Bombay, are educated, urbanized and prosperous. As a result they marry late, if at all, and have few children. As a result, like White people everywhere immersed in groidliness, the Parsis are being greshamed right out of existence. In the war of demographics, it's bodies that count. The WN mantra that preaches quality over quantity is wrong. Niggers and Mexicans aren't stealing America and Europe because they've honed a handful of skilled statesman. They're winning because they exist, because they are here, because their bodies are taking up our space, consuming our wealth, making our neighborhoods ugly, our workplaces uncomfortable, our children's schools dumbed down and dangerous. With every stripped and discarded chicken bone marking a trail from the KFC through our neighborhood to "the block where the niggers live" we are that much more alienated from our land, our country, our community. Brute numbers determine the racial atmospherics. As a kid I grew up in a low-income neighborhood. But it was all White. The Whites there would not rank high on any WN "quality" charts. Most were lemmings, a little less formally liberal for their lack of college, but still "going along to get along." But their existence made that neighborhood what it was: clean, safe, fun, a home. Replace that mass of White lemmings with niggers and mexicans with a couple "high quality" race-conscious whites and you'd have that same neighborhood as it stands today: litter, loudness, glass in the gutter from smashed car windows, and a couple houses you visit now and again because of the quality Whites inside.

From quantity comes quality.