Douglas Mercer
August 12 2023
Our living rooms are their destination of choice and that’s where they are headed. Their ideal is a large black man with thousand-dollar sneakers (paid for by you) and sporting saggy pants and a soccer jersey with his feet up on the end table clicking through the channels and complaining that you didn’t serve up that goat stew just the way he likes it (he likes the head left on). Meanwhile your little White children huddle in fear in their rooms because the last time one of the girls screwed up the courage to venture out the large black man looked at her lasciviously but the parents don’t dare try to chasten him for fear of the racism charge. Lately in the degenerate state of Massachusetts degraded leaders there have suggested that good White people (these are liberals after all!) clear out their spare rooms of the ancestral memories and let a smelly Squatemalan squat for a while. Sure, by the time the government builds the brown dreg a brand-new palace you’ll need a priest to exorcize the smells he left behind and until the priest comes along you’ll need one of those hazmat suits to go in—but don’t worry about that. It’s the rainbow future and you better get used to it.
“The Tories cannot do right on migration. Party officials are desperate to look tough on illegal crossings to win favor among voters ahead of next year’s general election. But every scheme, following months and months of idle talk, ends in humiliation.”
The idea of being not only tough but being drastic and draconian and initiating dragnets across the country to export the ebony lowlife never occurs to them or, if it does, it is dismissed out of hand as racist and not in tune with the ideals of their Jew masters. No, they don’t want to be tough on the unregenerate dark scum, these caitiffs and curs who destroy and defile, no, they want to “look tough” so to placate the rubes who though they would disavow racism in a hot Jewish second aren’t too pleased with being inundated with mocha and chocolate colored aliens and still have the fond and quaint hope that the spare room that once belonged to granny could be kept as a recollection of her and of better times.
“The latest, described as the flagship of the government’s most recent plan to stop the boats, is no exception to this rule. There has been much talk about the housing of 500 single male asylum seekers on the Bibby Stockholm barge, which was converted into an accommodation barge in 1992 and has since been described as appearing like a floating prison. Rishi Sunak’s government said this would reduce the amount currently spent on hotel bills for migrants (around 6 million a day) and help to deter others from making the dangerous journey to Britain’s shores.”
We should be sinking those boats and sinking them on the double and with no lack of alacrity. Put a few Hajis and Otowumbas down in the depths full fathom infinity in Davy Jones Locker and the violent and uncivilizable hordes of the Maghreb and Sub-Sahara that come in torrential torrents will dwindle to a trickle. And of these you can stand on the White Cliffs of Dover with a rifle and pick them off one by one for target practice (so you know when they are hit they fall like a stone). Then flash the image of their now carrion body on the screens of the world and they’ll stop coming. Trust me it will be problem solved and solved and for all time. It’s what looking tough really amounts to. It can be done if the old White custom of self-defense has not completely died.
“Reports suggested around 50 migrants were to be housed on the barge at first, but after a predictably disastrous launch, just 15 are now on board. The transfers of as many as 20 migrants were blocked after lawyers backed by the Care4Calais charity said they were too traumatized to be moved. Some, after crossing the Channel on small yet packed dinghies, were not moved because of their severe fear of water.”
Xenophobia is the baddest of the bad but hydrophobia, well, that’s a condition you have to care about, and when it’s the dark skin monster who suffers from it you have to weep violent tears in sympathy and concern. Toss them overboard and it will be sink or swim and they won’t swim but sink, everyone knows the niggers don’t float and they can’t swim, you’ll see their yellow eyes goggle as they go down (glug glug!), no toothy grin will be flashed as they become one with the churning sea. But they won’t sink the boats, that’s a bridge too and beyond the pale; now they’ve shanghaied a big war horse barge so the reprehensible black widow spiders can barge in. It’s called the Bibby Stockholm which is more appropriate than they know, as the general public is exhibiting worrying symptoms of Stockholm Syndrome and identifying with their captors. They say it resembles a floating prison, but other than the three hots and a cot that our leaders lay out for them, it’s not prison; and certainly in comparison with the mud huts they built of offal and animal dung in their dystopian homelands it’s a paradise of magnificent proportions. It won’t satisfy the Eritreans, the Congolese, and the other baleful Bantus but that’s only because we’ve erected a system in which it’s beggars alone who can be choosers; so don’t go getting any bright ideas about choosing to keep them out of the bonus room you slaved all summer to build.
“Care4Calais Chief Executive Steve Smith told The Daily Telegraph that the reasons for the blocks range from people with disabilities and survivors of torture to people who have been beaten, shot at, some arrested, some traumatized by seeing their friends drown at sea and who therefore have a severe fear of water. There are therefore mental health concerns and a very worried and very traumatized community. Details of those individuals have been passed to lawyers who have raised challenges about the suitability screening.”
We’ll pick this Smith fellow up in the first wave of arrests. It’s very on the nose that one of the moral gimps who run this racket in Europe (the racket of piloting boats to rescue migrants at sea) is named Rackete---Carola Rackete to be exact. She has dreadlocked hair that nits nest in and lice lingers on and she is a disgusting vile White race traitor assuming she’s not a Jewess dressed up as a White. Her NGO (ie, Jew) backed ship carried black contagion in the form of swarthy sub-Saharan criminals into Lampedusa in 2019, she was put under house arrest briefly and then the Jews let her go to cause more mischief and havoc for our great and noble race. But now they have replaced the infamous “small boats” with a big boat (the bigger the better for the Jews) and plopped it down in England and let the blacks barge in. Such suicidal mania if left untreated can only end in the Jew promised conflagration of everything right and White and White and good.
“Challengers have also accused the Home Office of failing to properly screen the migrants to see if it would be suitable placing them on the barge. Migrants have been warned that if they do not board the Bibby Stockholm, their government support will be withdrawn.”
There’s that tough talk again. But now the formerly White England is run by pissant Pakis and woeful Wogs and the whole charade and masquerade is just a Potemkin show to euthanize the White masses. First they were going to ship them off to Rwanda but that petered out and got bogged down in the intentionally clogged Jew courts where the mumbo and the jumbo reach feverish pitch but tended always to keep them on English soil. Now they have the large barge to house them but that’s getting the kibosh too as Jewish lawyers rush into the fray and flay any plan to stem to the colored tide. Only a real great awakening among the Whites of the world can put an end to this tawdry farce in favor of the tawny hordes running the gauntlet of our homes for the purposes of the Jews. If not then that grinning spook rummaging through your leftovers in the wee hours of the morning will only be the harbinger, the long and the short of it will be universal brain death and civilizational flat line. The hour is late and now that they’ve redirected our resources to preclude the flight to the stars there will be no possibility of finding a bigger boat. Meanwhile in England the frail White pensioner who pays for all this nonsense has been forced by treacherous elites to live with race chaos and dark night, and all he can do is live out his days by carefully pushing his walker to the door of his miniscule flat to lock it good and tight, pull down the blinds, shudder in horror, and hope that the gods are merciful.
