Brown Noise at the River

A recent American Renaissance article points out that peace and quiet is most appreciated by white people. I had a personal experience with this yesterday.

I visited my favorite river spot to escape the heat, and it was so beautiful, clean and quiet:

… at first.

And then a man and his three boys showed up. I looked at them, and said to myself, “they’re going to start throwing rocks into the river.” Sure enough, they did, and my thoughts continued, “these junior Sapiens are of the Mongoloid variety, but still they’re like insects, predictable as they are.”

A while later, a swarm of Africanized Mexicans arrived, and I thought to myself, “these Africanized Mexicans are going to start playing rap,” and they did. It was non-stop “nigga this” and “nigga that,” and I glanced at their offspring, noticing that they were all of about the same age. “They must be from the same batch, hatched at the same time,” I thought.

I picked up my belongings and left for a better spot, one that was not yet infested.

Finding a nice shady spot on a flat rock, I sat next to a nice white woman, and we chatted as we watching people jump from the bridge, occasionally enjoying the cool water ourselves…

Then I spied a mongrel of some sort, either an Ay-rab or a Paki; sometimes it’s hard to tell them apart. He had a flabby belly, and held a Be-Less-White drink in one hand, and a cancer-stick in the other. I thought to myself, “if he flicks the butt into the river, then may he be afflicted with cancer.”

Yes, I’m hyper-critical of people, because so many of them are not as perfect as I am, and because I’m on the Asperger’s spectrum…

But this trip to the river had turned out to be a freak show featuring inferior specimens of the lower races, malformed mongrels and overall degeneracy.

Oddly enough, I wasn’t bitter, and the cool water on my flesh left me invigorated. I smiled and waved good bye to the lady I was chatting with.

Enjoy life while you can, and don’t let human refuse get you down.

*Note: I used crude language in this post just to get a rise out of my enemies, for the fun of it. Don’t read too much into it.

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5 Responses to Brown Noise at the River

  1. Lon Spector says:

    What they would DO to that woman is the question. When you see thousands
    of these beasts streaming in, just like they did in Europe.
    Virtue signaling Karens crying “Take Me! Take Me.” Soon they’ll be classes on
    how to game white females just like they had in Germany.

  2. I shit you not, I wear earmuffs most of the day because of loud music, screamed phone conversations, barking dogs, shrieking landlady, power tools and all the rest of it. The roosters can’t compete.
    But I can hardly get angry at Filipinos being Filipinos in their own country.
    That’s what different countries are for.

    • jewamongyou says:

      That’s a good idea in the city, or when you’re simply trying to concentrate or sleep. As for the river, the sound of flowing water, the wind and the birds is pleasant; I don’t want to block that.

      • Lon Spector says:

        See why we can’t have nice things?
        The liberal DESTROYS under the guise of virtue.
        He is GREEDY. And we know what he is greedy for.

  3. The Friendly Grizzly says:

    “Note: I used crude language in this post just to get a rise out of my enemies, for the fun of it. Don’t read too much into it.”

    I just read it as you telling us what you think. Were it not for the fear of job loss, hounding, death threats and vandalism, I think a lot of whites and civilized Asians would be using those very words.

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