Hey KIKES. The sun is setting! You know what that means? It means it's time to return to the bunker, kikey! When you're cowering in the shelter tonight, listening to the explosions and kikes crying and shitting themselves, I want you to think of me:

The Gentile.
Your superior.

See, I live in the nation of my ancestors. We've lived here for thousands of years. Nobody can contest our right to this land. Nobody is trying to remove me from my homeland. There are no bombs falling overhead. I don't have to struggle for a claim to the land: the claim is written in my very blood.

My foreskin is intact. I don't have to follow a list of laughably impractical religious laws dreamed up by schizophrenic pedophiles. I am not inbred to the point of genetic illness. I enjoy a feeling of belonging and peace of mind that you kikes will NEVER experience, especially not on stolen land.

Every nation you've ever inhabited has tried to vomit your people up, like the poison you are. That's why you're in the bunker again tonight, because ALL of humanity HATES you and always will. Every Jewish ambition ultimately leads here: hiding like rats from the hordes of Gentiles who (justifiably) want to kill you.

Sleep tight, kikeys.