Douglas Mercer
June 2 2024
For the Greeks the very idea of sexual congress with one’s very own mother was an act of outrage, a contamination of nature, and a strike against the gods themselves. So much is this so that the greatest of the Greeks, Sophocles, worked up this story into a towering tragedy. Oedipus is the story of man’s monomaniacal pursuit of truth and the warning that the truth that one finds might just turn out to be horrifying. Unbeknownst to the hero the ones who he thinks are his parents are not; and in a series of events overseen by fate (moira) he kills his father and marries his mother. When a plague visits his land the one who solved the Sphinx’s riddle tracks down its cause ruthlessly only to find his own guilt; and upon learning the truth that he is a parricide and has committed incest he blinds himself; this is how the Aryan’s view such things, that when the holy and the sacred are profaned the most severe penalty must be enacted, even with one’s own hand. For the Aryans worship the earth and worship the gods and they know that no such pollution can be allowed to continue to see the light of day. For the niggers things are otherwise, of course, the sacred for them holds no fear and holds no exalted place. Hell, they don’t even know it’s sacred in the first place.
“A Congolese refugee, previously described by the German press as a success story for integration, has been jailed for nine years after being convicted of beating and raping his own mother (May 15 2024). Moise Lohombo, 30, was sentenced by the Wiesbaden District Court for an offense the judge claimed was so cruel he told the court he thought he had misread the case file. The migrant was found to have committed the crime in an apartment he shared with his mother shortly after being released from prison for a drug-related offense.”
The judge could not believe his eyes, that is his eyes bugged out and boggled at the horror of it all. But the way things have gone it should not have been all the surprising. After all what niggers do (being niggers) is eat one another, kill one another and, lately we have learned, they smoke one another. That is like the Jewish God the nigger is no respecter of persons, not even that most sacred of things, his mother. No to him his very own mother is just another port in the storm, a means by which to satisfy his own base and maddened lust which he is incapable of controlling for even a split second. As soon as the nigger wants something he simply must have it, and if that something is his mother, then by God he will treat her like a rag doll until the uncontainable desire has passed. In the old days we would say that you should be kind to our web-footed friends because they might be somebody’s mother. Well, the nigger in question knew that this was somebody’s mother—his own in fact but that knowledge stood no chance of stopping him. Of course they are trying to psychologize it and say he is insane but that’s just another way of saying he’s nigger, none of them being in their right mind.
“Upon the return home of his mother, he threatened her with a knife and told her he would kill her if she refused him sex. In a desperate plea, his mother offered him money for a prostitute instead, but he refused. The victim was so severely beaten during the attack that investigators found blood spatter all over the apartment. After the rape, Lohombo reportedly apologized to his mother and called her an ambulance before fleeing. His mother was transported to the hospital with serious injuries including bleeding on the brain. She was also heavily impacted psychologically by the attack and told nurses she was worried her son may have impregnated her.”
It was a real abattoir this fellow created, he splattered his mother’s blood, that is his own blood, all over the place; so crazed was he, so maddened that the fundamental human decencies were as far away from him as a Jew from truth. And no mere lady of the evening was going to mollify his feral cravings, he was going for the mother lode which in this case was his mother. It’s true that he did express a pang of regret at his actions but I am sure I am not the only one who think “sorry for raping you mother” sounds a bit tinny and off key. And you can say that it’s not every black man who rapes his mother and that’s true; usually they are raping a White woman and in this instance we can be thankful for the small favor that he was able to satiate his filthy instinctual urges on his own kind; and you could also say (by ways making excuses) that not every negro rapes or murders; it’s true too but beside the point; the ones who are not criminals lay around the house too lazy even to commit crimes and instead steal our money by government fiat; and the ones who somehow or other manage to rise above this squalor are the ones we really have to watch out for; because they are the ones who run interference for the lowest of the low by being “model negros” who bamboozle the weak hearted into thinking that it’s not true that a nigger is a nigger just by dint of being a nigger. But he is.
“Lohombo had become a poster boy in Germany for how migrants could successfully integrate into Western society and transform their lives. Having arrived in Europe at the age of 8, the child migrant already had problems with aggression and would attack other children. With a long rap sheet in his youth, the Congolese national was portrayed as someone who had turned their life around, completing an apprenticeship as a baker before turning to professional boxing. If you sit across from Moise Lohombo over a latte, you see a charming, friendly young man who enthusiastically shows pictures of his bull terrier dog Betty on his cell phone.”
Yes, they wanted to say that he was the exception the rule, or rather that there was no rule, and that a negro could become a German just like a crawling caterpillar becomes a butterfly. They love these just so stories to supposedly prove the Jewish fairy tale that all men are equal. And the number of dupes who believe the rot is astounding; they twist the truth so they can believe that the dark-skinned creatures can be a baker of maybe even a candlestick maker but in reality is just a butcher. It’s the story of our time, that the immigrant is just like you and me, maybe more like you and me than you and me. But just as you cannot get blood from a turnip, you can’ get civilized behavior from an African. Anyone who is a bit slow on the uptake or soft in the head and doubts this for minute just ask this mother rapist’s mother—once her brain stops bleeding. After all she spawned the monster and at least in theory she should know best.
