Faux Future For Niggers
Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2024 3:12 pm
Douglas Mercer
February 25 2024
If the niggers had been left to their own devices, if they had had to plow through to the future under their own steam, had they had to scratch and claw for themselves in this dog-eat-dog world we inhabit, does anyone sane doubt where they would be today? They would still be hugging life’s shore, and still wandering around the continent aimlessly, conjuring with albino bones, stirring the cannibal pot, reproducing their kind for no discernible purpose, eating each other when the whim struck them, and all in all scraping the bottom of the barrel on the evolutionary ladder. If there was ever a more beside the point or pointless people than the niggers I for one have never heard of them. To call them a genetic dead end is to say too little, they are genetic nonentities and genetic malfunctions. That they were not flushed down the toilet of time a long time ago is a tragedy of epic proportions.
By a trick of fate the niggers were swept on in the world progress made by the European. They were forcibly removed from their stagnation, complacency and squalor and had for once to do a decent day’s labor. And then when the White man went suddenly soft the strangest thing happened: these losers we call niggers were suddenly thrust into a starring role in a Jew orchestrated drama. They were the heroes of the day, and spent their time in the limelight like the spear chuckers they most definitely are: throwing balls around for millions of dollars, shuffling, shucking and jiving on stage with their “music” and occasionally appearing on NPR or PBS wearing glass to give the high theory of such a racket. But despite this everyone knows that whatever future the black man has, and it is bleak enough in any event, is due solely to the White man’s needs of stoop labor and his disconcerting penchant to loathe himself and worship his inferiors.
No modern phenomenon is more risible than the idea that niggers are some sci-fi futuristic people. There is a whole genre calls Afrofuturism which show the niggers in space helmets and brandishing spears on the moon; such images are of course ridiculous on their face, as the nigger is the mud person sine qua non and the idea that on his own he could have sailed to the stars is laughable. And of course they had to put that picture of Trayvon in a space suit on all our screens, as if this two bit hood could have managed anything more complex than a cash register and even that would have taxed his tiny pea brain; and then although all know that it was the Germans who put us on the moon they want you to think through the trick of Jewish movie making that it was two negresses who did the hard math of it. When in reality they would have served more purpose getting the real men with brains sandwiches or tidying up the office and acting subservient as befits their eternally relegated status.
That the Walt Disney Company is evil incarnate it goes without saying; they push Jewish ideology on the populace like perverts peddle candy to innocent children; and now they have got in the game of nigger in the future with a vengeance with their new how show called Iwaju. The plot loosely constructed is that in a sci fi futuristic Lagos (I know, I know) the niggers have flying cars and the like and everything is state of the art and up to date in a gold standard sort of way. That is it is a pack of lies like a Wakanda world when everyone knows the eternal state of the niggers is to be mired in crime, poverty, drugs, and children who have not the faintest clue who their father is. But that won’t stop Disney from peddling this filth like perverts hand out candy to children. The say that in the debased pidgin language of Nigeria, the Yoruba language, if language is not too high toned a word for such rot the word iwaju means: the future, or forward facing. Forward facing? What a joke, the most famous export of the Africans is twerking which in the original means “dance from behind.” And of course in any sweepstakes of the earth the niggers will always be bringing up the rear and dawdling on the margins. They say that Lagos is the “cultural capital” of Nigeria but to be the best in culture in such a malarial swamp is a bit like being the thinnest kid at fat camp or being the most honest Jew, that is it’s nothing to write home to mom about. And it’s safe to say that no culture worthy of the name ever came from such a backwater. The women in Nigeria pop out kids like an overworked pez dispenser at the rate of seven per. And each and every child there is intelligence deprived, and what the Nigerian are known for most around the world, their greatest export, is internet scams.
But none of this will hinder Disney from trying to buffalo one into believing that it is even remotely plausible that Lagos could be a gleaming city of the future. The say the show explores diverse and culturally rich narratives when what it really does is pack in falsehoods like sardines. They say the fantasy city is a beacon of innovation when what it really is a fomenting of fabrication, as they know if enough people see enough niggers in faux space suits they’ll think the niggers are actually human and can sally forth into the future as well as the next man. They will have the de rigueur nigger lady with the fro and the little girl who is, of all things, a tech expert; it would of course all be a bad joke and easy to dispense with but the meta message is clear: the future belongs to the nigger, they are fully capable of taking us there, that they are well versed in manning highly sophisticated technological cities and the will do it with some verve and some fundamental sense of social justice. But of course the premise is itself the punch line: niggers in the future. You know that when you see them commit their smash and grabs, or slouch with the pants sagging, or screaming bitch or ho or wet ass pussy on our airwaves; or taking over whole neighborhoods and setting up illegal strip clubs. This is the eternal negro in situ, the nigger for the ages, a horrible stain on the planet, the cul-de-sac of time. For despite the smooth and sleek agitprop on their sorry behalf you can’t kid old kidders; everyone knows down deep that the nigger of the future is what he has always been: an abject failure, an attempt gone horribly awry, a race whose only means of survival is hanging for dear life on the coattails of a people who alone are capable of forging it.
February 25 2024
If the niggers had been left to their own devices, if they had had to plow through to the future under their own steam, had they had to scratch and claw for themselves in this dog-eat-dog world we inhabit, does anyone sane doubt where they would be today? They would still be hugging life’s shore, and still wandering around the continent aimlessly, conjuring with albino bones, stirring the cannibal pot, reproducing their kind for no discernible purpose, eating each other when the whim struck them, and all in all scraping the bottom of the barrel on the evolutionary ladder. If there was ever a more beside the point or pointless people than the niggers I for one have never heard of them. To call them a genetic dead end is to say too little, they are genetic nonentities and genetic malfunctions. That they were not flushed down the toilet of time a long time ago is a tragedy of epic proportions.
By a trick of fate the niggers were swept on in the world progress made by the European. They were forcibly removed from their stagnation, complacency and squalor and had for once to do a decent day’s labor. And then when the White man went suddenly soft the strangest thing happened: these losers we call niggers were suddenly thrust into a starring role in a Jew orchestrated drama. They were the heroes of the day, and spent their time in the limelight like the spear chuckers they most definitely are: throwing balls around for millions of dollars, shuffling, shucking and jiving on stage with their “music” and occasionally appearing on NPR or PBS wearing glass to give the high theory of such a racket. But despite this everyone knows that whatever future the black man has, and it is bleak enough in any event, is due solely to the White man’s needs of stoop labor and his disconcerting penchant to loathe himself and worship his inferiors.
No modern phenomenon is more risible than the idea that niggers are some sci-fi futuristic people. There is a whole genre calls Afrofuturism which show the niggers in space helmets and brandishing spears on the moon; such images are of course ridiculous on their face, as the nigger is the mud person sine qua non and the idea that on his own he could have sailed to the stars is laughable. And of course they had to put that picture of Trayvon in a space suit on all our screens, as if this two bit hood could have managed anything more complex than a cash register and even that would have taxed his tiny pea brain; and then although all know that it was the Germans who put us on the moon they want you to think through the trick of Jewish movie making that it was two negresses who did the hard math of it. When in reality they would have served more purpose getting the real men with brains sandwiches or tidying up the office and acting subservient as befits their eternally relegated status.
That the Walt Disney Company is evil incarnate it goes without saying; they push Jewish ideology on the populace like perverts peddle candy to innocent children; and now they have got in the game of nigger in the future with a vengeance with their new how show called Iwaju. The plot loosely constructed is that in a sci fi futuristic Lagos (I know, I know) the niggers have flying cars and the like and everything is state of the art and up to date in a gold standard sort of way. That is it is a pack of lies like a Wakanda world when everyone knows the eternal state of the niggers is to be mired in crime, poverty, drugs, and children who have not the faintest clue who their father is. But that won’t stop Disney from peddling this filth like perverts hand out candy to children. The say that in the debased pidgin language of Nigeria, the Yoruba language, if language is not too high toned a word for such rot the word iwaju means: the future, or forward facing. Forward facing? What a joke, the most famous export of the Africans is twerking which in the original means “dance from behind.” And of course in any sweepstakes of the earth the niggers will always be bringing up the rear and dawdling on the margins. They say that Lagos is the “cultural capital” of Nigeria but to be the best in culture in such a malarial swamp is a bit like being the thinnest kid at fat camp or being the most honest Jew, that is it’s nothing to write home to mom about. And it’s safe to say that no culture worthy of the name ever came from such a backwater. The women in Nigeria pop out kids like an overworked pez dispenser at the rate of seven per. And each and every child there is intelligence deprived, and what the Nigerian are known for most around the world, their greatest export, is internet scams.
But none of this will hinder Disney from trying to buffalo one into believing that it is even remotely plausible that Lagos could be a gleaming city of the future. The say the show explores diverse and culturally rich narratives when what it really does is pack in falsehoods like sardines. They say the fantasy city is a beacon of innovation when what it really is a fomenting of fabrication, as they know if enough people see enough niggers in faux space suits they’ll think the niggers are actually human and can sally forth into the future as well as the next man. They will have the de rigueur nigger lady with the fro and the little girl who is, of all things, a tech expert; it would of course all be a bad joke and easy to dispense with but the meta message is clear: the future belongs to the nigger, they are fully capable of taking us there, that they are well versed in manning highly sophisticated technological cities and the will do it with some verve and some fundamental sense of social justice. But of course the premise is itself the punch line: niggers in the future. You know that when you see them commit their smash and grabs, or slouch with the pants sagging, or screaming bitch or ho or wet ass pussy on our airwaves; or taking over whole neighborhoods and setting up illegal strip clubs. This is the eternal negro in situ, the nigger for the ages, a horrible stain on the planet, the cul-de-sac of time. For despite the smooth and sleek agitprop on their sorry behalf you can’t kid old kidders; everyone knows down deep that the nigger of the future is what he has always been: an abject failure, an attempt gone horribly awry, a race whose only means of survival is hanging for dear life on the coattails of a people who alone are capable of forging it.
