Depraved Niggers Smoke Each Other

[Douglas Mercer]

Douglas Mercer
April 25 2024

Just when you think the niggers could not go any lower they dig a hole in the floor and sink even more fathoms deep. Just when you think the niggers could not go any lower the burrow down in the basement and start desperately and furiously scratching at the floor. No, when it comes to the depth of depravity of the niggers one should take the long view, one should never underestimate them, they are past masters at it and if they had universities they would give master classes around the clock on the subject of human worthlessness though in this instance one uses the word human as loose as hell. When you are around the niggers you always have to be on your guard because they will steal anything you have; when you are around the niggers you have to be careful because if you are a White woman they will rape you in a crazed fit of maddened lust, that’s their wheelhouse and bailiwick, it is where they excel. They will murder you and mug you, they will attack you, and they will reduce your neighborhoods to decaying rubble with their never-ending sordid squalor. Anyone who has thought about this at all knows it’s true but of course saying it frank and saying it straight and saying it in all of its gory detail is strictly forbidden. No one in polite society wants to think too much about the fact that if you are around the niggers you have to be careful, or that they have no inhibitions whatsoever when it comes to taking what is yours. Should you be unlucky to die around them they will take it as their cue for a repast, there will not be high end silverware on the table, there will not be crystal glasses containing fine wine, there will not be name cards indicating where all the guest should sit, an no liveried server will take your order; no it’s more like to be akin to a pig trough and they will cut up you cadaver and immediately fall all over themselves viciously squabbling who gets the good parts; and even when you have been in the ground for some time you are not safe from their maddened lascivious lust to satiate themselves to the fill as much and as often as they can. Now in the nigger lands a thing called Kush is popular, for a cushy life is what they want though the unremitting toil necessary to set oneself up in such is not on the cards; and this Kush now has that extra special ingredient, and it’s human bones; that is they will dig you up, ground you up, and put you in that glass pipe; one supposes if they could they would turn you into liquid and drop you in their eyes, or somehow stick you up their backsides; or shoot you like a sure shot straightaway into their veins; for there is no known bottom to where the nigger can and will go in his quest for a lunatic pleasure; there is no low point which they won’t surpass on their way down. And anyone who has done the research or thought about if for a split second knows that it is true.

“The most recent addition to kush is ground-up human bones, which according to a black doctor at Sierra Leone’s only mental hospital, contain a lot of sulfur, and sulfur has the potential of giving that feeling of high, especially when taken in at high concentrations and when inhaled because it goes directly to the brain. The same doctor alleges that around 2,000 graves have been robbed in Sierra Leone’s capital city of Freetown to provide the sulfur-rich human bones that give kush that extra-special kick that users refer to as entering the mad world. Cemeteries have now requested nighttime police security to fend off the grave-robbers who supply the country with its supply of bone-enhanced kush.”

Did you catch that? Directly to the brain they say though in this instance they are using the word brain as loosely as hell. The brain of your nigger is mush from the start, that’s their genetic inheritance, but the kush turns that mush into Jell-0 liquefaction and by the time the drug has worked it’s dark magic it’s become such a gooey mess that the only message that it can give to the limbs and the mouth is the word more repeated ad infinitum. These lust maddened baboons are on a permanent serotonin avalanche, that is it touches all their pleasure centers in an intimate way and so they go on a hellacious hunger jones for the kush. They’ll dig up bodies like dervishes, they will tooth and claw from in the dirt, they’ll dig dig dig until they hit pay dirt and the find those bones and like ravishing savages they will stomp on what they find and hammer it to dust. And at first so overwhelming is the urge that they snort it right then and there but then one, with the time preference for five seconds, thinks to scoop up the haul and put it in a glass pipe, take the rudimentary lighter they have and suck it in their lungs for all they are worth. It’s then that the crazed primitive brutes enter in the mad world, it’s a bunch of out of their mind niggers smoking each other as the whole sorry project of niggerdom goes up in its preordained smoke---you might say the graves are made tenantless and the sheeted dead enter in the lungs and into the blood stream of blood eyed black maniacs. It’s not a pretty thing by any means but then it’s Africa, the dark continent, and it’s not that it’s fallen on hard times—it is hard times and a drug addled raging insane person is the great symbol of both the old Africa and the new---it’s the wind of change that was always coming and was always on the cards but don’t’ look now---they are scraping the ground again for yet another round of depravity.

“Sierra Leone's president has declared a national emergency over rampant drug abuse. Kush, a psychoactive blend of addictive substances, has been prevalent in the country for years. President Julius Maada Bio called the drug a death trap and said it posed an existential crisis. One of the drug's many ingredients is human bones - security has been tightened in cemeteries to stop addicts digging up skeletons from graves. Groups of mostly young men sitting on street corners with limbs swollen by kush abuse is a common sight in Sierra Leone.”

It used to be that cemeteries were hallowed and sacred places and the idea that anyone would disturb the dead (honored or not) was a violation of that most basic of things: the reverence for life. But for these chimpanzees who for some odd reason bear a (somewhat) human face the idea of life being anything special must seem bizarre; they have one worry and one worry alone: how to feed the head. And if that means chopping up livers or chewing up hearts, or feasting on brains they wouldn’t have compunction one. Hell no they wouldn’t, they never knew the Latin for man is a wolf to man but they’ll rip your guts out all the same. And if you are recently dead they’d probably go in if they got there quick enough and slice the skin off you and gulp it down their gullet raw; but if the bodies have been rotting and dissolving in the cold cold earth for a time that won’t stop these ravaging savages from taking anything they can get. That is it’s always the year of the scavenger and the season of the witch with these fellows and if you want to protect your dead you better have armed guards ring the premises; if you don’t’ the yellow eyed bastards will creep out their bolt holes when it’s the witching time of night and faster than time’s fleet arrows sail they will descend on the stones and upturn them in their mad quest for the mad mad world at all times; the bones will become dust and be puffed up in plumes of smoke; if you see the sorry scene you’ll just think it’s niggers smoking niggers, cannibals smoking cannibals, tar monster inhaling tar monsters though as distasteful as it is it’s no big deal if a nigger becomes a smoke swirl—and you will be right, right as rain really.

“There is no official death toll, but one doctor told the BBC that in recent months hundreds of young men had died from organ failure caused by kush in the capital, Freetown. The psychoactive substance also takes a toll on mental health - the Sierra Leone Psychiatric Hospital, the country's only institution of its kind, says between 2020 and 2023, admissions linked to kush surged by almost 4,000% to reach 1,865. And the spike in kush use has seen Freetown's main cemeteries request police security to protect themselves from young men digging up skeletons - ground-up human bone is one of the many ingredients used to make kush Deputy Mayor of Freetown Kweku Lisk told the BBC that his office had requested security from the police in order to tackle gravediggers. At the moment, there is a night-time police deployment at the Kissy Road cemetery, a large unfenced site in an eastern suburb.”

No death count once the dead got above what a sick spook can count on his fingers and toes, and those fingers and toes could probably be smoked up too; it’s a live action rolling Donner Party for as the human bone smokers drop dead the dead human bone smokers’ bones can be smoked by other human bone smokers who will in turn drop dead. And the entire sordid process can be repeated ad nauseam and ad infinitum until in the end that wisps of smoke which rises above the rotting smell of burning tires and decomposed flesh contains a whole line of niggers and when it’s evanescent shape disappears into nothingness no one will remember or mourn a thing about it. And that’s really the moral of this story, for every story has a moral, and the moral of this one is it’s by no means an existential crisis, as no great shakes is at stakes, and it’s not a human tragedy, they have left the last semblance of whatever little humanity they had in the first place long since, and it’s not a cautionary or a salutary tale, and it’s not anything anyone should trouble themselves about. The moral is it’s just niggers and that does not even rise to the level of the small change of life, that’s just pure and unalloyed inconsequence. Because if a bunch of niggers decide to make smoking themselves to death the done thing it’s best just to toss them into the lime pit along with the cadavers, toss them a glass pipe and a zippo, and when they are done with their orgy of lusting for oblivion cover the lot with sod and forget about the whole sick deal.

[Douglas Mercer]

[Jim Mathias]

This could be as bad as huffing Jenkem, an African invention of fermenting raw sewage for a couple of weeks then inhaling the putrid odors to get high.

[Douglas Mercer]

Jenkem is an inhalant and hallucinogen created from fermented human waste. In the mid-1990s, it was reported to be a popular street drug among Zambian youth, created by placing feces and urine in a jar or a bucket, sealing it with a balloon or lid respectively and leaving it to ferment in the sun; afterwards they would inhale the fumes created.

The depravity of the nigger is bottomless.