Douglas Mercer
February 28 2025
Some weeks back (Squatting Niggers, White Biocentrism, January 19 2025) we were looking at a risible bit of French Lunacy; it seems that at an “art venue” (which means some delinquent skateboarders looking at the graffiti of the middle class) they decided to open their arms wide for refugees. They put on one of those big conferences they like to have, this one called Reinventing The Welcome For Refugees. I’m not sure what the reinvention was, it’s been the same let them begin leeching, raping, and murdering for the entire time. And given this olive branch did the refugees become grateful, turn over a new leaf, and clasp hands with their enablers in the spirit of the brotherhood of man? Hell no they didn’t.
They can smell weakness and a lack of moral fiber a million miles away. Sometimes that is hard because they themselves smell so bad but still a cohort of craven and simpering White people making a big to do about them is like chum in the water. And so the Africans did what comes naturally to them, they barged right in, sat like the Emperor Jones on a makeshift stool, started hollering, and called anyone racist who tried to get them to budge. That is they became what they are, squatters, loafers and freeloaders, and they made themselves right at home.
“Managers of a Paris theatre occupied by hundreds of homeless African migrants are set to abandon the building because of sex-related violence (February 27 2025). They say the crisis at the Gaîté Lyrique – one of the French capital’s most historic arts venues – is now so explosive that retreat by this Friday is their only option. Some 200 mainly young men moved in last December when the management gave them free tickets to a Refugees Welcome in France conference.”
I’m pretty sure that Gaîté Lyrique means the Gay Lyric so that was their first problem. And giving squalid negros free anything is definitely always a bad move. Just as when you have whole squadrons of feral cats in your back alley you have to tie up the garbage tight and not put out food—lest they take the whole place over. And I can say that being one of Paris’ most historic art venues really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, it’s basically just guys putting colored blobs on canvas, or a picture of some lady who seems not to have mastered the fine art of the bidet—they say the red smears are a blow for liberation. Indeed, modern art without exception looks like the thing I threw out last Wednesday, and I can tell you I didn’t want it then and I certainly don’t want it now that it has beads on it. And as for retreat being the only option that is loser talk, I can think of any number of options, open gunfire only being a moderate beginning.
“Performances were soon cancelled – losing the theatre thousands in revenue – as makeshift beds were placed around the stage and auditorium. There are now 446 people living inside illegally, most of them claiming they are minors under the age of 18 who deserve permanent housing. This has led to untenable promiscuity leading to increasing violence, say management, who are facing bankruptcy. A statement released by them on Thursday reads: Without intervention by the authorities by Friday, the Gaîté Lyrique company and its teams will be forced to leave the building.”
Ah, the Gaîté Lyrique we hardly knew ye—thank the gods. And you have to wonder what tenable promiscuity would be, it’s France after all, and they are not exactly a prime example of rock-ribbed morals, things are so loose there Marlon Brando once raped a French lady on a movie set in Paris and the so-called intellectuals on the Seine hailed it as a masterpiece. So if these negros are in heat and rut so bad that even the French are calling for the snuff box and the smelling salts you have to figure that the Caligula like orgies are getting pretty rank indeed.
Forget about the lost revenue their best case for closing it is that if they were ever able to coax them out someone would have to clean all that up. And they most certainly are facing bankruptcy, moral bankruptcy, it’s a case of the soft hearted artists getting all teary eyed about the plight of the dark man in their midst, trying to perform what they wrongly deemed a good deed, and getting their lachrymose sentimentality smacked around by the cold hard truth in the guise of a yellow eyed spook.
It is France, and it’s a White country, or it used to one, and they did produce Descartes and Celine, so I’m in no mood to gloat; but certainly no one should shed a tear over a lost bit of fruity art, or the pain that is being experienced by the bien pensants. But still we are trying to be responsible here and my advice is don’t retreat, don’t give in, extend no quarter, and don’t budge an inch. Go full Man On Horseback on them, give them more than a whiff of grapeshot. And if the sexual license means no one would ever even go near it in a Hazmat suit just set the place on fire. And as for the Africans get them the hell gone and quickly too and make sure the door hits them on the way out. Remigration, is that not now the watchword all across the West?
