Something bad happened yesterday....
So I'm a big guy. I'm 6'2, weigh 18 stones, I'm muscular and intimidating and a pure Aryan. Ever since I became redpilled back in 2015, my life changed. Everything changed. I felt like the main character in John Carpenter's They Live. I saw the world in a different light. I had to change.
Since then, I've been doing everything to prepare for the inevitable race war to come. I started practising MMA in 2017 in order to save Europa and the White race. I sharpend my mind by reading right wing philosophy. I forged myself into a living weapon, the embodiment of Nietzsche's Superman.
Yesterday, I was in London and saw a black guy, much smaller than me and with a skinny build. He wasn't actually doing anything and was minding his own business but seeing him made my blood boil. I shouted "NIGGER" at him. He heard the insult and began walking towards me. I entered a combat stance and prepared to annihilate him. This was it. My moment had come. I was about to do my part for the White race by vanquishing this nigger. There's no way this tiny, skinny, inferior bantu could stand a chance against me, I thought. Right?
Suddenly, everything went black (no pun intended), as if I had suddenly fallen into an abyss. I woke up, my vision blurred and my mind groggy, surrounded by paramedics and concerned onlookers. It turns out that this black guy had knocked me out in a single punch. A single fucking punch. My mind hadn't even registered it before it was too late.
Anyways, now I'm having a crisis of faith. How did he defeat me? I thought they were inferior? All that mental and physical training, only to be bested by a black monkey in the space of a second. I don't know what to do bros. Maybe all of this is meaningless. If I, with all my skills, couldn't even defeat a small, skinny black guy, then what chance does the average White man have?
Since then, I've been doing everything to prepare for the inevitable race war to come. I started practising MMA in 2017 in order to save Europa and the White race. I sharpend my mind by reading right wing philosophy. I forged myself into a living weapon, the embodiment of Nietzsche's Superman.
Yesterday, I was in London and saw a black guy, much smaller than me and with a skinny build. He wasn't actually doing anything and was minding his own business but seeing him made my blood boil. I shouted "NIGGER" at him. He heard the insult and began walking towards me. I entered a combat stance and prepared to annihilate him. This was it. My moment had come. I was about to do my part for the White race by vanquishing this nigger. There's no way this tiny, skinny, inferior bantu could stand a chance against me, I thought. Right?
Suddenly, everything went black (no pun intended), as if I had suddenly fallen into an abyss. I woke up, my vision blurred and my mind groggy, surrounded by paramedics and concerned onlookers. It turns out that this black guy had knocked me out in a single punch. A single fucking punch. My mind hadn't even registered it before it was too late.
Anyways, now I'm having a crisis of faith. How did he defeat me? I thought they were inferior? All that mental and physical training, only to be bested by a black monkey in the space of a second. I don't know what to do bros. Maybe all of this is meaningless. If I, with all my skills, couldn't even defeat a small, skinny black guy, then what chance does the average White man have?
