Douglas Mercer
April 28 2024
The ultimate question of course is how from the palmy and lofty heights of dominance our country was laid so low and was laid so low so quickly, in the blink of historical time really. No need to puzzle this one out, it was Jews and the winding trail of degradation has had many stations of the fall, but if you want to see how the plateau that it has reached currently in its descent to the nadir you could do a lot worse than travel to Alabama and see how in late March of 2024 they put up yet another monument to niggers. Yes, niggers, if you can believe it, and if you have not had your head in the sand lo these many years surely you can. The very idea that a people who had ascended so far in the pinnacle of time and was on the cusp of solving the problems of living and being free should have fallen straightaway from those dizzying heights and vertiginously plunged into a sewer ruled by Jews and their colored handmaidens is enough to boggle the best mind. We should be putting up large scale monuments and statues and sculpture gardens of our own people, and letting everyone in free; or even better creating with our creative spirits the pathways to the stars. We should by right be inhabiting a golden age of progress and of eternal hope where the only barriers are our inability to conceive and soon those would be gone as well as our minds became better and better and freer and freer. Instead we are wallowing in the mud of the mud people, sunk in degeneration, mired in degradation, and heading for the hill looks like more and more of a likely option.
“A new park in Montgomery, Alabama, was conceived to do just that, as visitors of the breathtaking Freedom Monument Sculpture Park will be treated to an immersive experience along 17 acres above the Alabama River, which was a primary route to transport enslaved Africans during the slave trade.”
To imagine someone whose breath would be taken away by such an enormity, by such a monstrosity, who would be so moved by such a sight as to have their hearts fall in their boots at the site of crude art dedicated to long dead niggers, to imagine such is to desecrate imagination itself. Such a figure would be deemed beneath contempt if contempt was not such an important weapon for us to wield; that such a figure would become weepy and spellbound at the thought of such human trash says all you need to know about them; and that such figures are so pervasive in our degraded times shows that the Jewification of society at the hands of the Jewish religion known as Christianity has so saturated the deep spaces of people’s thinking that they can’t think straight; and so millions of dollars are funneled into such a sad and sorry project. That such a cause and such an ideology is being lifted into the pantheon of “art” and “culture” and becomes a prize destination sums up by itself the straits we are in. It will be a place of contrition and repentance, a place of groveling and apology; where the reprehensible White man will sigh and take stock of himself and his people and find both wanting; it will be a place of leave-taking from the honored past where the degraded of our race will come to terms with our race by their despicable lights; that it is not a memorial to the truth, or a showpiece of what needs to be reckoned with; no, it is a full blown Jewish ideological set piece and oversized diorama meant to further demoralize and weaken us; they think they can set up a few busts of nigger heads and all hell will break loose in the soul of the White man as they blubber within about what was supposedly so evil; in this they are right which is why places like this are so dangerous to the soundness of our people, and why they must be lamented and excoriated at every turn and at every cost.
"The park is in close proximity to two other creations: the awe-inspiring Memorial to Peace and Justice, an open-air site that features 800 columns suspended from above, evoking public square lynchings, and the Legacy Museum. A few miles away in downtown Montgomery, that site uses interactive elements to tell the story of the devastation of slavery, Jim Crow, violence and mass incarceration."
It is indeed the evil trifecta, the third time does the harm; they already have their excrescence of a museum that pays paean to spooks who got their due and just comeuppance, who committed some heinous acts against us and paid in the only way it was just that they pay: with their life. We did it for sweet justice and to discourage the others but to discourage a nigger from a life of crime is well nigh impossible, a criminal disposition being bred in their bones. Now those long strung up niggers, the ones who got hung a little, then shot some, then hung some more, then shot some more, and then when the life was pressed out of them tossed into the river to bloat and float, well, they are the toast of the town, the belles of the ball, the darlings of the age. By the way they are feted and lionized you would think they partitioned Gaul into three parts or revolutionized the English language; if their memory is to be marked it should be by something on the order of a squalid trash heap replete with rats, crawling insects, and flies buzzing about the place, that would be a fit and proper way to summon and conjure up their essence and spirit. Or, alternately, you could set up a chamber pot of days old urine and feces, set it out in the sun, as it began to stink to high heaven, charge five dollars to idiots so they can stand in front of it, smell the nauseating fumes, and let out a wan sigh in token of those darkies. Of course few would shell out the five dollars necessary to get in just to see a stinking pile trash or a rotting stew of human waste (or when niggers are in question maybe they would, you never know), though metaphorically speaking that is precisely what they are doing. And of course a place like this become a “prestige” venue, another alleged feather in the niggers jerry curl stained cap, a structure that they say means they have a storied and a sacred past, when in fact all they have is a stinking pile of trash and a bucket of raw sewage disgustingly adorned by sculptures that are to art what a dirty hole to shit in is to the productions of Arno Breker.
“This third addition, the sculpture park, is an effort to humanize the experience of the enslaved person living on a plantation. The centerpiece of the park will be a 100-by-40 feet monument to freedom angled like an open book, listing roughly 100,000 known surnames of people who were emancipated in 1865. The monument is billed as the first of its kind to commemorate the more than 10 million people who were enslaved in America.”
It would taka lot more than “effort” to humanize the niggers for a nigger can’t be humanized for the same reason that you can’t get a blood from a turnip: it’s impossible. Indeed you might as well try to empty Lake Geneva with a serving spoon as make a nigger a human being, you can dress him up in evening clothes, put a top hat on him and give him a walking stick and he’ll still be a banana wielding ape wedded to the idea of satiating his sick needs no matter what the consequences and likely the notion of consequences will be totally beyond his ken. And of course it is highly ironic that the grisly, garish, and gargantuan monument is open “like a book” for the nigger is not known for his love of learning, he being much more preoccupied with crime and the unholy pursuit of pleasure at all costs; the video they post for this tripe says that there needs to be a place in this country where the millions of blacks that were enslaved are acknowledged, their lives honored, and their toil recognized; I for one don’t see why, what is needed now above all is to remove the iron grip of Jewish ideology that like a malign spell has millions of White Americans hooked like junkies. And this place that is said to explore the “toil, tragedy, and trauma” of the nigger experience in America is Exhibit A in the lists that has to be toppled. Perhaps there was some toil but it was good for them (if not for us) as lounging about the jungle picking fruit and copulating the day away hammer and tongs is no way to go through life; perhaps there was some trauma but only because their noxious behavior brought it on themselves; but there was no tragedy whatsoever, as no one should weep over what little inconvenience a backward race suffers when it comes into contact with a superior one; no, the tragedy, and there is none greater, the tragedy that rings down the corridors of time, the tragedy was bringing them here in the first place. That is there was none greater with the sole and crucial exception of permitting the Jews in 200 years later; and it was those two diasporas which, when combined, brought our whole country down and turned it into a failed experiment.
