Douglas Mercer
May 26 2024
On June 15 2024 the Los Angeles Dodgers are hosting a nigger night—well, they call it Black Heritage Night but usually when you say the word heritage you mean something positive and if there is anything positive about black heritage I for one have never heard of it and I am a reasonably educated man. No, nigger night is more appropriate as a label, they have even created a jersey with that black fist on it, the one that is supposed to symbolize black power but is more likely to scare the women folk and startle the horses as black power is first and last the power to destroy.
“Celebrate Black heritage and culture on Saturday, June 15 2024 at Dodger Stadium! This special event ticket package includes your ticket to the game and an exclusive Black Heritage Night jersey. Join us as we pay tribute to the rich history of black Dodger players and celebrate black culture.”
One devoutly wishes one could say that what the niggers have accomplished on earth is nothing but it’s not true, they have accomplished manifold evil and manifold evil is not nothing, far from it in fact. They certainly have not created anything good but you know in the middle of this total waste of time they call a baseball game they will extol civil rights and the role of blacks in entertainment which amounts to little more than shucking, shuffling, and jiving and flashing toothy grins and wearing gaudy jewelry and showing their ugly women in revealing garb while bending lewdly. They might try to sneak in those two negresses who they falsely claim took us to the moon, but for the most part they will stick with their insidious staples of the Rosa Parks and Martin Luther Kings of the world, the ones they say gently taught the White man the error of his ways and led him to the drink from the river of Justice where all men are equal. All in all it will be a rather boring evening of pointless sport and unadorned lies but the black man can get his jersey and go home thinking well of himself, that is if he doesn’t’ get jumped by another black man in his parking lot for the jersey.
What the “black heritage” is is not this brand of mealy-mouthed lies but a long list that functions as an indictment, an indictment of a race which has excelled only in abject failure; an indictment which is a true bill and any impartial and disinterested jury would find them guilty as hell. Let’s review for the dull students in the back who have not been paying attention: the blacks lived on a continent of unmatched beauty and great resources. Did this beauty inspire in them a love of lofty art and inspired philosophy? Did they ever create death defying tragedy or paint the Mona Lisa or say that the beauty is truth and truth beauty? No, far from it. They came up with the totem pole and the horrific mask. Over time were they able to use the resources their land gave them? Did they build beautiful aqueducts and wonderful cities, did they give us a Parthenon or Cathedrals, did they use the power that lay dormant in the ground for proper use? Again a thundering no. They were surrounded by a vast ocean but never once did they think to sail it and if they had thought about it for a second they would have given up this brief cogitation and thought only: thinking be hard. Their pea brains could not even come up with rudimentary wheel and the built no two-story houses, had no indoor plumbing, and no water wheel. Indeed the largest structure on the continent was built by termites which tells one everything one needs to know. So basically when the White man descended on Africa like a race of gods (with great achievements already behind them) the niggers were running around the jungle naked in a state of physical and moral squalor, chucking spears, boiling each other in pots for their dinner. All in all it’s a sorry tale, and nothing whatsoever to write home to mother about and for sure not to have heritage night over or be proud of. But the nigger theory is that it may be a poor thing but it’s their own, and colossal incompetence was never any barrier to them thinking supremely well of themselves.
So far our exploration of the nigger sojourn on earth has been a litany of a tawdry and embarrassing existence. But if they had only stayed at home and live like simpletons and children and low IQ morons it might not have been so bad. But things soon went from bad to worse; when the White man came they put up no defense, they did not sail out to meet the invaders but rather their leaders for a few worthless trinkets sold out their “bruthas” and the mass of negros bewildered by the superior force fo the White man, meekly met their fate. Once in the Americas they got treated right royally in the North (a mistake but then the mistake was bringing them here in the first place). In the South they became disposable fodder and worked to the bone and tossed in an early grave. The upshot of this is that in the South when the niggers finally did gain control they continued their long tradition of living in war torn hellscapes replete with corruption and voodoo though of late they have been putting on saffron robes and traveling to Jew York City and begging for cash.
In the North was where the real tragedy occurred. There the White man believed in a fictional Jewish god who told him he had to be humane; so the nigger got a small taste of the civili-ma-zation and the fee-ma-dom and started thinking thoughts above his lowly station. When some sick White people began to take enough pity of the wooly headed darkies all hell broke loose: soon the congoids were free which made about as much sense as unleashing an army of poisonous snakes across the countryside. But our current history books call this the arc of justice; what it really did was launch the nigger on his real career and enable him to create his real heritage which amounted to them bequeathing us their diseases; rape is high on the list as the ever indiscriminately promiscuous black man could never contain his maddened lust at the sight of the ivory skin of the White woman, it’s their white whale that they will toss everything on the fire for even a small taste of its wonderful fruit. This rape frenzy was checked (somewhat) for a time by the ever handy expedient of the rope and the tree but then pity for poor blackies plight went off the scale and the black man’s true calling was set alight: the rape of course, and the murder, and the turning of gleaming progressive cities into tenth rate sub human dens of rat infested squalor (a nigger specialty at which they are past masters), the knocking off of liquor stores, the sucking up of the crack or anything else they can get their dusky mitts on, endless marijuana jags in which the sit in front of the television set and numb their minds some more, wanton gang land killings, making of our cities free fire zones, the black men abandoning their children, turning our schools into drug and crime ridden place of non-learning, screaming shrilly for handouts and reparations, belly aching about their so-called “rights”, sitting on the stoop or at the barber shop talking stupidly, showing up in our media with their lobotomized jungle beats and their filthy images and lyrics, and all in all defiling the minds of the public and send them running for cover every time they see them on the streets.
This is what a real nigger night should be about, they should cancel the stupid ball game and give a two hour lecture on the dangerous history and properties of the black man; it would hopefully open some eyes even if it would send the Jewish media scribes scurrying their keyboard to give a lame refutation that no one with any kind of courage of mind would believe for a second. As for a permanent solution I suppose it is too late in the day to send them packing back to Africa, but it is within our power to keep them in their pens and tell them that if they so much as touch a hair on the head of a White person they will be met with an extreme and unremitting force which will make them pine for the tree and beg for the rope; get them off the airwaves, stop stroking their egos, and get those capable of doing so working an honest day of labor. As fo the rest we could either toss them a banana of let them vie among themselves for the pittance of scraps of food they manager to gather up. With this show of mettle and power we would find if even a modicum of decency could be drilled into them on masse; I for one think it’s a fool’ s errand but at least we would put the fear of the gods in them to stop their violet frenzies; as for nigger nights they would be strictly forbidden and decent White folk could go out at night without a frantic fear of their feral presence.
