Vermin Practice Voodoo
Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2024 8:34 pm
Douglas Mercer
June 16 2024
This is a Hail Mary pass if I’ve ever seen on, apparently the idea of educating themselves, acting decent, and having good clean government and solid policing never once occurred to their admittedly addled and benumbed minds. But what are you doing to do with niggers? Not much, that’s for sure, the best you can hope for is that they stay on the other side of the tracks and keep their crime and ignorance to a dull roar, though of course there is not much chance of that. Two centuries and more ago some savage and uncivilizable niggers in Haiti got the bright idea to go on a Nat Turner killing spree that would have made Nat Turner stand up and take notice. The ended up killing the Whites on the island and then one of them put on his big Emperor Jones hat and them big rings on his fingers and making shapes with his hands. He was big leader now. The White man be gone because the White man did big crime. Yeah, so what? Behind every great fortune is a crime, if crime you want to call it. Perhaps a better word for that alleged crime is life, and like the show life must always go on and if you don’t step over the dead bodies you’ll be dead yourself. But the fact it that given enough time working along its own lines the White race would have brought a peace on earth that would have satisfied the most dyed in the wool bitter ender hippie. But no, the niggers had to have their big piece of the pie right then. And now they got no pie. How about that? And for the whiners and the carpers who tut tut about the White man and his evil ways they need to remember they are the inheritors of a great fortune that they did not work for and did not merit by the sweat of their brow. We did the tough work, and we alone. So if you can’t stomach the crime then abjure the fortune you see all around you. In truth we don’t need to be celebrated, or fawned over or feted, but we insist there be no thumb in our eyes. A quiet thank you would suffice, though, but if that proves impossible the Anglo Saxon always said: silence is also golden.
“Shunned publicly by politicians and intellectuals for centuries, Vodou is transforming into a more powerful and accepted religion across Haiti, where its believers were once persecuted. Increasingly, they seek solace and protection from violent gangs that have killed, raped and kidnapped thousands in recent years. The violence has left more than 360,000 people homeless, largely shut down Haiti's biggest seaport and closed the main international airport two months ago. Basic goods including food and life-saving medication are dwindling; nearly 2 million Haitians are on the verge of famine. From January to March alone, more than 2,500 Haitians were killed or injured, up more than 50% from the same period last year, according to the U.N. (May 2024)”
We have our own magic and our own gods and our own rituals; but unlike theirs our creator is real. And we never sat on our hands and beseeched our creator like mommy and daddy to come down and make it all alright. No, we realized that our creator had grand visions that rose above the station of a malaria ridden pool of disease-ridden water. We knew we had to work for it. And so we did. But the Haitians, when they are not fleeing to America to fleece us dry, stay stuck in their nigger rut as the Mad Max hellscape takes vicious root. They talk about failed states but in that category, Haiti take the palm, they are past masters of abject failure, they give master classes on rank disaster. Indeed, if one wanted to learn how to make things all go wrong they would send out teams to study the Haitians and give detailed reports about wrong decision after wrong decision; if one wanted to exalt stupidity and laziness and moronic dementia one would travel to their half of the island country with microphones and cameras and mount multimedia exhibitions showing shiftless niggers either sunk in horrible squalor of armed to the teeth ripping off and raping to their black heart’s content. Indeed, they could put a big nigger Museum on the Washington D. C. Mall and for free the paying public could see what it means to be a failed race and listen to the ugly hooked nose Jew give damage control and say how everything they see is the fault of the White man. And when they cut the ribbon some gang lord politician in the pocket of the powerful can give a well-rehearsed speech about how (in so many words) it’s not the niggers fault that they are niggers, it was someone in a counting house in London who bear the blame. And John Q. Public, or Juan S. Mexican will disbelieve his own two eyes and walk out feeling morally superior and be totally in favor of tossing a few well time billions down the sink hole and black hole and rat hole to be picked over by the powerful and the native gang lord.
“The spirits help you. They're always around, said Sherly Norzéus, who is initiated to become a mambo, or Vodou priestess. In February, she invoked Papa Ogou, god of war and iron, when 20 armed men surrounded her car as she tried to flee the community of Bon Repos. Her three children and the two children of her sister, who died during childbirth, sat next to her. We are going to burn you alive!" she recalled the gunmen yelling. Gangs had invaded their neighborhood before dawn, setting fire to homes amid relentless gunfire. I prayed to Papa Ogou. He helped me get out of the situation, Norzéus said. When she opened her eyes, the gunmen signaled that she was free to leave.”
Something is a bit off and fishy about that one, is it not? Some twenty odd black as sin and black as your hat nigger are about to blow her head off and she calls out to a non-existent deity and all the drama vanishes like thin air? You will pardon me if I am skeptical. Now if Dudley Do Right or Wonder Dog rush in to save the day by extricating the girl from the train tracks where she was put by Snidely Whiplash, that I can believe, that’s real life after all. But Papa Ogou is not Wonder Dog is he? No, he’s not. And mambo is not the cartoons, not at all. No, the only way to deal with 20 armed niggers is to send in an army but to do that you have to have one and you have to muster up the will to use it. But in Haiti, there is no government, or the one they have they change like they change toilet paper from the outhouse dispenser and it is about as useful as the toilet paper once it has served its function, and the used toilet paper only smells a bit better. No, when a country has en masse resorted to voodoo to solve its problems it’s a country not on its way out, it has been that for some time, it’s a country in a state of unremitting collapse, that is not a country at all but a collection of criminals in search of prey.
“Vodou was at the root of the revolution that led Haiti to become the world's first free Black republic in 1804, a religion born in West Africa and brought across the Atlantic by enslaved people. During Vodou ceremonies, lwa are offered treats ranging from papayas and coffee to popcorn, lollipops and cheese puffs. A ceremony is considered successful if a Vodouist is possessed by an lwa. In August 1791, some 200 slaves gathered at night in Bois-Caiman in northern Haiti for a Vodou ceremony organized by Dutty Boukman, a renowned enslaved leader and Vodou priest. They sacrificed a pig, drank its blood and swore to keep secret an imminent revolt against slavery, according to a surgeon present at the ceremony.”
What an auspicious start, eh? Once you begin to drink the pig blood a long history of ordered liberty, of Lockean values, of technological marvels, and high art is in the not in the offing would not you say? And when someone named Dutty is labeled “renowned” you know the bar has been set very very low. No, the Haitians did not take man to the moon, and they did not invent the transistor and the never created a planetary civilization that’s for sure, and we know that because the history and the verdict on them has been passed. For all the good they did the world those niggers could have sat on that island and killed each other for centuries and in fact that is what they did and what they have been doing. More than anything they are a desecration to this violet blue planet and were the swept into the sea it would be both a moral and a hygienic improvement, a true boon to the sacred future. Eventually the orgy of violence will crescendo higher and higher and soon even those dim bulbs will deduce that that Iwo or Iwa or Iwi or whatever the hell it is is powerless to stop it. That is sooner or later even the nigger will wake up and see the utter hopelessness and despair he inhabits and, sure, he’ll beg for money, but when even our coffers run dry, he’ll wail to empty space. For it’s a sad fact of life that some people never learn, or they only learn by being dragged to the seat of knowledge kicking and screaming; but for now the rite of destruction that has always been the nigger’s lot will seem to stretch into eternity.
June 16 2024
This is a Hail Mary pass if I’ve ever seen on, apparently the idea of educating themselves, acting decent, and having good clean government and solid policing never once occurred to their admittedly addled and benumbed minds. But what are you doing to do with niggers? Not much, that’s for sure, the best you can hope for is that they stay on the other side of the tracks and keep their crime and ignorance to a dull roar, though of course there is not much chance of that. Two centuries and more ago some savage and uncivilizable niggers in Haiti got the bright idea to go on a Nat Turner killing spree that would have made Nat Turner stand up and take notice. The ended up killing the Whites on the island and then one of them put on his big Emperor Jones hat and them big rings on his fingers and making shapes with his hands. He was big leader now. The White man be gone because the White man did big crime. Yeah, so what? Behind every great fortune is a crime, if crime you want to call it. Perhaps a better word for that alleged crime is life, and like the show life must always go on and if you don’t step over the dead bodies you’ll be dead yourself. But the fact it that given enough time working along its own lines the White race would have brought a peace on earth that would have satisfied the most dyed in the wool bitter ender hippie. But no, the niggers had to have their big piece of the pie right then. And now they got no pie. How about that? And for the whiners and the carpers who tut tut about the White man and his evil ways they need to remember they are the inheritors of a great fortune that they did not work for and did not merit by the sweat of their brow. We did the tough work, and we alone. So if you can’t stomach the crime then abjure the fortune you see all around you. In truth we don’t need to be celebrated, or fawned over or feted, but we insist there be no thumb in our eyes. A quiet thank you would suffice, though, but if that proves impossible the Anglo Saxon always said: silence is also golden.
“Shunned publicly by politicians and intellectuals for centuries, Vodou is transforming into a more powerful and accepted religion across Haiti, where its believers were once persecuted. Increasingly, they seek solace and protection from violent gangs that have killed, raped and kidnapped thousands in recent years. The violence has left more than 360,000 people homeless, largely shut down Haiti's biggest seaport and closed the main international airport two months ago. Basic goods including food and life-saving medication are dwindling; nearly 2 million Haitians are on the verge of famine. From January to March alone, more than 2,500 Haitians were killed or injured, up more than 50% from the same period last year, according to the U.N. (May 2024)”
We have our own magic and our own gods and our own rituals; but unlike theirs our creator is real. And we never sat on our hands and beseeched our creator like mommy and daddy to come down and make it all alright. No, we realized that our creator had grand visions that rose above the station of a malaria ridden pool of disease-ridden water. We knew we had to work for it. And so we did. But the Haitians, when they are not fleeing to America to fleece us dry, stay stuck in their nigger rut as the Mad Max hellscape takes vicious root. They talk about failed states but in that category, Haiti take the palm, they are past masters of abject failure, they give master classes on rank disaster. Indeed, if one wanted to learn how to make things all go wrong they would send out teams to study the Haitians and give detailed reports about wrong decision after wrong decision; if one wanted to exalt stupidity and laziness and moronic dementia one would travel to their half of the island country with microphones and cameras and mount multimedia exhibitions showing shiftless niggers either sunk in horrible squalor of armed to the teeth ripping off and raping to their black heart’s content. Indeed, they could put a big nigger Museum on the Washington D. C. Mall and for free the paying public could see what it means to be a failed race and listen to the ugly hooked nose Jew give damage control and say how everything they see is the fault of the White man. And when they cut the ribbon some gang lord politician in the pocket of the powerful can give a well-rehearsed speech about how (in so many words) it’s not the niggers fault that they are niggers, it was someone in a counting house in London who bear the blame. And John Q. Public, or Juan S. Mexican will disbelieve his own two eyes and walk out feeling morally superior and be totally in favor of tossing a few well time billions down the sink hole and black hole and rat hole to be picked over by the powerful and the native gang lord.
“The spirits help you. They're always around, said Sherly Norzéus, who is initiated to become a mambo, or Vodou priestess. In February, she invoked Papa Ogou, god of war and iron, when 20 armed men surrounded her car as she tried to flee the community of Bon Repos. Her three children and the two children of her sister, who died during childbirth, sat next to her. We are going to burn you alive!" she recalled the gunmen yelling. Gangs had invaded their neighborhood before dawn, setting fire to homes amid relentless gunfire. I prayed to Papa Ogou. He helped me get out of the situation, Norzéus said. When she opened her eyes, the gunmen signaled that she was free to leave.”
Something is a bit off and fishy about that one, is it not? Some twenty odd black as sin and black as your hat nigger are about to blow her head off and she calls out to a non-existent deity and all the drama vanishes like thin air? You will pardon me if I am skeptical. Now if Dudley Do Right or Wonder Dog rush in to save the day by extricating the girl from the train tracks where she was put by Snidely Whiplash, that I can believe, that’s real life after all. But Papa Ogou is not Wonder Dog is he? No, he’s not. And mambo is not the cartoons, not at all. No, the only way to deal with 20 armed niggers is to send in an army but to do that you have to have one and you have to muster up the will to use it. But in Haiti, there is no government, or the one they have they change like they change toilet paper from the outhouse dispenser and it is about as useful as the toilet paper once it has served its function, and the used toilet paper only smells a bit better. No, when a country has en masse resorted to voodoo to solve its problems it’s a country not on its way out, it has been that for some time, it’s a country in a state of unremitting collapse, that is not a country at all but a collection of criminals in search of prey.
“Vodou was at the root of the revolution that led Haiti to become the world's first free Black republic in 1804, a religion born in West Africa and brought across the Atlantic by enslaved people. During Vodou ceremonies, lwa are offered treats ranging from papayas and coffee to popcorn, lollipops and cheese puffs. A ceremony is considered successful if a Vodouist is possessed by an lwa. In August 1791, some 200 slaves gathered at night in Bois-Caiman in northern Haiti for a Vodou ceremony organized by Dutty Boukman, a renowned enslaved leader and Vodou priest. They sacrificed a pig, drank its blood and swore to keep secret an imminent revolt against slavery, according to a surgeon present at the ceremony.”
What an auspicious start, eh? Once you begin to drink the pig blood a long history of ordered liberty, of Lockean values, of technological marvels, and high art is in the not in the offing would not you say? And when someone named Dutty is labeled “renowned” you know the bar has been set very very low. No, the Haitians did not take man to the moon, and they did not invent the transistor and the never created a planetary civilization that’s for sure, and we know that because the history and the verdict on them has been passed. For all the good they did the world those niggers could have sat on that island and killed each other for centuries and in fact that is what they did and what they have been doing. More than anything they are a desecration to this violet blue planet and were the swept into the sea it would be both a moral and a hygienic improvement, a true boon to the sacred future. Eventually the orgy of violence will crescendo higher and higher and soon even those dim bulbs will deduce that that Iwo or Iwa or Iwi or whatever the hell it is is powerless to stop it. That is sooner or later even the nigger will wake up and see the utter hopelessness and despair he inhabits and, sure, he’ll beg for money, but when even our coffers run dry, he’ll wail to empty space. For it’s a sad fact of life that some people never learn, or they only learn by being dragged to the seat of knowledge kicking and screaming; but for now the rite of destruction that has always been the nigger’s lot will seem to stretch into eternity.
