Mauritian Invasion
Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2024 9:54 pm
Douglas Mercer
November 11 2024
Well, they say Donald Trump is going to deport all 50 million illegal aliens on the always fabled Day One and if he does that will be 50 million more illegal aliens than he deported last time. His big policy was to have them remain in Mexico when the plan should have been to send them the hell back to Mexico. But as for him deporting the 50 million I would not hold your breath lest you get blue in the face, incompetence, inertia, courts and shrieking ladies on MSNBC all have a way of averting Trump to stray off the topic and get back to what is nearest to his heart and his one true love: himself. But if he is going to start anywhere let him start in Lockland, Ohio where the Mauritians have invaded, no this is not little green men this is black men with menacing stares. And if I had to make a choice between being invaded by negros of being invaded by Martians no doubt I’d choose the aliens just on spec—it’s true, you never know they might intend harm or maybe they would just be her to study us and there is a one in a hundred chance they would teach us god like power so we could do away with out antiquated systems but with the negros you know it’s certain doom. The town is a small one and about 3000 of the Mauritians are here and that’s 3000 too many—and so hard on their heels comes the litany, the strain on services and the inevitable drop in the quality of life which phrase is a euphemism for it’s time to pack up the kids and get the hell out of dodge and head for greener—or at least less black—pastures.
“Migrants have clustered primarily in a number of apartment blocks in the area. Officials say the influx is hurting the village coffers as working residents are moving out to be replaced by illegal aliens who are not contributing. Our fire and paramedic services have been stressed. Since they moved into these apartment complexes, a lot of the longtime residents have moved out because of multiple fires. It's been caused by their not understanding how to cook on stoves, and they use high levels of grease in their cooking, which have caused multiple fires.”
The Republic of Mauritius (if republic is not too high flown a title for a rabble of riff raff) is a melting pot of multi-ethnic, multi-cultural and multi-religious peoples and just in case you missed it that’s a lot of multi. Mauritius is made up of blended groups of people who come mainly from South Asian, African, and Chinese background or a mixed background from any combination of the aforementioned ethnic groups. Blended is one of those horror words when it comes race and pure is always best of course. Before commencing with this essay I was not too sure who the Mauritians even were, I had vague idea that they were black and bad and the quick bit of research I did confirmed this---when you have sub groups and then the sub groups begin mating with the sub groups you get a witches’ brew of race squalor and when they show up next door it’s like the call of Cthulhu breathing down your neck, dim figures in the night and you’re not sure but you think you can hear a faint insect like buzzing. And sure enough the Mauritian Grease Monkeys have lived up to their sinister billing, to them cooking means rubbing two stones together to get a spark and setting ablaze the twigs beneath the cannibal’s pot and then boiling the water with toads and mushrooms in it and then tossing your cousin in and stirring it with an albino bone until thoroughly cooked; the modern kitchen, created by the White man as all good things are, is way beyond their ken.
“She says the block has now become known as the African village due to the influx, where she says there are now about 85% illegal immigrants. With the illegals hanging out in the apartment, at first they were hanging out 50 a day out in the parking lots and walking around. They don't move out of your way when you're driving. They don't seem to care. The fires that have been going on, I mean, the fire departments here, if not every day. Every other day. And I think at least four to five fires in less than the last six months. They don't know how to use the electric stoves and with all the oil that they use the smell of the food through the halls all the time is pretty bad.”
Lockland used to be a nice sleepy and neighborly place where you’d stroll down Main Street with the Missus, tip your hat like a gentleman and say how do you do to the passers by as various urchins would duck into the Malt Shop. Now when you walk (or run!) down Main Street the rats are reconnoitering and dark figures pass you by speaking strange, undecipherable languages which sound like they come from the darkest pit of hell. In the distance you can hear Emperor Jones beating on the tom tom in a hypnotic rhythm as sinister forces seem to creep about; this, as is said, is Africa. And why should the negros get out of the way, why should they show the graciousness of a guest? From every television in the world they are told that they own the White Man’s land, and honky better slow down when they cross the road. Then of course there is that pesky matter of the fires, but then did not James Baldwin say it would be the first next time? And yes that awful aroma you have to smell all the time makes you want to puke up a lung (a lung if you’re lucky!) and god knows you don’t want to know what it is they are larding up with the grease because that kind of rank decaying odor cannot come from anything fit for a human—but then they are not human and as animals they will chow down on whatever rancid comes their way.
“The fires, that's what scares me. I live on the third floor and pretty much by myself. And I'm afraid I'm going to burn up in a fire one night, because everybody that lives below me is all the illegals. In the two next to me there are illegals, too, and the smoke alarms are going off day and night there. We're all wanting to get out of here, the Americans. Another resident, Aaron, said immigration was the biggest issue facing the village, noting the packed apartments. Loitering was also an issue mentioned by some residents. There's just so many of them hanging out, on the streets and the sidewalks. I'd be afraid to walk that way, and I've been here 37 years," Dave, who lives on the town’s east side. I wish something could be done to keep them off the sidewalks.”
Yes, sir the Americans are waiting to get out. The Americans. That is the White folk for that is the only folk who can legitimately call themselves American. The rest are interlopers and leeches and need to be sent packing as fast as can be---but they won’t be they will continue their gumming up of the roads, their taxing of services, their cooking of unholy stews which would frighten anyone decent, they will continue with their grease, and their living ten to a flop house, and their lazy and shiftless ways, and do is all in King Size style which shows that they think they own the place. The kind of intellectual torpor that made this squalid mess possible can only be dealt with by a future Day Of The Rope though, we all know, that day might turn into weeks. This poor White lady lives on the third floor and she never knows what time the flames from the horrid monsters will engulf her and burn her to a crisp. Just to think of it, when you were a kid there was that Malt Shop and those sunny days in White paradise and now you live in mortal fear of niggers on the block and niggers in the schools and niggers everywhere and just like you’re country you might one day be burned in the fires. I have not read a history book lately but I’m pretty sure that when Columbus sailed the ocean blue this is most definitely not what he had in mind .
November 11 2024
Well, they say Donald Trump is going to deport all 50 million illegal aliens on the always fabled Day One and if he does that will be 50 million more illegal aliens than he deported last time. His big policy was to have them remain in Mexico when the plan should have been to send them the hell back to Mexico. But as for him deporting the 50 million I would not hold your breath lest you get blue in the face, incompetence, inertia, courts and shrieking ladies on MSNBC all have a way of averting Trump to stray off the topic and get back to what is nearest to his heart and his one true love: himself. But if he is going to start anywhere let him start in Lockland, Ohio where the Mauritians have invaded, no this is not little green men this is black men with menacing stares. And if I had to make a choice between being invaded by negros of being invaded by Martians no doubt I’d choose the aliens just on spec—it’s true, you never know they might intend harm or maybe they would just be her to study us and there is a one in a hundred chance they would teach us god like power so we could do away with out antiquated systems but with the negros you know it’s certain doom. The town is a small one and about 3000 of the Mauritians are here and that’s 3000 too many—and so hard on their heels comes the litany, the strain on services and the inevitable drop in the quality of life which phrase is a euphemism for it’s time to pack up the kids and get the hell out of dodge and head for greener—or at least less black—pastures.
“Migrants have clustered primarily in a number of apartment blocks in the area. Officials say the influx is hurting the village coffers as working residents are moving out to be replaced by illegal aliens who are not contributing. Our fire and paramedic services have been stressed. Since they moved into these apartment complexes, a lot of the longtime residents have moved out because of multiple fires. It's been caused by their not understanding how to cook on stoves, and they use high levels of grease in their cooking, which have caused multiple fires.”
The Republic of Mauritius (if republic is not too high flown a title for a rabble of riff raff) is a melting pot of multi-ethnic, multi-cultural and multi-religious peoples and just in case you missed it that’s a lot of multi. Mauritius is made up of blended groups of people who come mainly from South Asian, African, and Chinese background or a mixed background from any combination of the aforementioned ethnic groups. Blended is one of those horror words when it comes race and pure is always best of course. Before commencing with this essay I was not too sure who the Mauritians even were, I had vague idea that they were black and bad and the quick bit of research I did confirmed this---when you have sub groups and then the sub groups begin mating with the sub groups you get a witches’ brew of race squalor and when they show up next door it’s like the call of Cthulhu breathing down your neck, dim figures in the night and you’re not sure but you think you can hear a faint insect like buzzing. And sure enough the Mauritian Grease Monkeys have lived up to their sinister billing, to them cooking means rubbing two stones together to get a spark and setting ablaze the twigs beneath the cannibal’s pot and then boiling the water with toads and mushrooms in it and then tossing your cousin in and stirring it with an albino bone until thoroughly cooked; the modern kitchen, created by the White man as all good things are, is way beyond their ken.
“She says the block has now become known as the African village due to the influx, where she says there are now about 85% illegal immigrants. With the illegals hanging out in the apartment, at first they were hanging out 50 a day out in the parking lots and walking around. They don't move out of your way when you're driving. They don't seem to care. The fires that have been going on, I mean, the fire departments here, if not every day. Every other day. And I think at least four to five fires in less than the last six months. They don't know how to use the electric stoves and with all the oil that they use the smell of the food through the halls all the time is pretty bad.”
Lockland used to be a nice sleepy and neighborly place where you’d stroll down Main Street with the Missus, tip your hat like a gentleman and say how do you do to the passers by as various urchins would duck into the Malt Shop. Now when you walk (or run!) down Main Street the rats are reconnoitering and dark figures pass you by speaking strange, undecipherable languages which sound like they come from the darkest pit of hell. In the distance you can hear Emperor Jones beating on the tom tom in a hypnotic rhythm as sinister forces seem to creep about; this, as is said, is Africa. And why should the negros get out of the way, why should they show the graciousness of a guest? From every television in the world they are told that they own the White Man’s land, and honky better slow down when they cross the road. Then of course there is that pesky matter of the fires, but then did not James Baldwin say it would be the first next time? And yes that awful aroma you have to smell all the time makes you want to puke up a lung (a lung if you’re lucky!) and god knows you don’t want to know what it is they are larding up with the grease because that kind of rank decaying odor cannot come from anything fit for a human—but then they are not human and as animals they will chow down on whatever rancid comes their way.
“The fires, that's what scares me. I live on the third floor and pretty much by myself. And I'm afraid I'm going to burn up in a fire one night, because everybody that lives below me is all the illegals. In the two next to me there are illegals, too, and the smoke alarms are going off day and night there. We're all wanting to get out of here, the Americans. Another resident, Aaron, said immigration was the biggest issue facing the village, noting the packed apartments. Loitering was also an issue mentioned by some residents. There's just so many of them hanging out, on the streets and the sidewalks. I'd be afraid to walk that way, and I've been here 37 years," Dave, who lives on the town’s east side. I wish something could be done to keep them off the sidewalks.”
Yes, sir the Americans are waiting to get out. The Americans. That is the White folk for that is the only folk who can legitimately call themselves American. The rest are interlopers and leeches and need to be sent packing as fast as can be---but they won’t be they will continue their gumming up of the roads, their taxing of services, their cooking of unholy stews which would frighten anyone decent, they will continue with their grease, and their living ten to a flop house, and their lazy and shiftless ways, and do is all in King Size style which shows that they think they own the place. The kind of intellectual torpor that made this squalid mess possible can only be dealt with by a future Day Of The Rope though, we all know, that day might turn into weeks. This poor White lady lives on the third floor and she never knows what time the flames from the horrid monsters will engulf her and burn her to a crisp. Just to think of it, when you were a kid there was that Malt Shop and those sunny days in White paradise and now you live in mortal fear of niggers on the block and niggers in the schools and niggers everywhere and just like you’re country you might one day be burned in the fires. I have not read a history book lately but I’m pretty sure that when Columbus sailed the ocean blue this is most definitely not what he had in mind .
