>>514094060
>The jeet hate will stop
>No, I don't think it ever will
there's only one way it's possible, and they'll never do it. all pajeets have to withdraw from the human world and self-isolate in their own territory for 100 years. long enough for everyone who remembers pajeets to die of old age. the pajeets need to use that time to unfuck everything about themselves and then reestablish contact as an unknown culture with all new values.
this will never happen, but it's the only way it could happen

PAJEET DEATHCON LEVELS
>>>>DEATHCON 5<<<<
good morning! all is well, pajeets blend in and perform their jew chores undetected.
>>>>DEATHCON 4<<<<
"do you smell that?" nooticers begin to sense traces of pajeetism. when the question is raised, the first pajeets stand up proudly to spin positive vibes about ceo doctor technology household income. blind decoy rebuttals to phantom pakis or chinks betray a defensive shift in attitude.
>>>>DEATHCON 3<<<<
redeem of cognisance. pajeets are fully detected and resort to a slow salted-earth retreat, no longer pursuing their original agenda. petulant superstition compels them to illiterate blasphemy against your presumed religion. in their primitive anger they target the sexual and reproductive insecurities they imagine you share in common with them. race mixing, bbc cuck porn, incel misogyny stuff, you will be extinct etc... the equivalent of swiping at your crotch.
>>>>DEATHCON 2<<<<
bloody bich basterd mode. pajeets are so frustrated and bursting with rage that they turn on children for shock value. warzone gore, agonized child faces, and unvarnished cheese pizza is deployed with sneering grins and high-fives. this is as vicious as they can get on an anonymous imageboard. classic seethe (((protocol))) in whose imitation a scorned pajeet finds maximum relief.
>>>>DEATHCON 1<<<<
the singularity. collectively, spontaneously, pajeets everywhere achieve self-awareness and now understand what everyone has been complaining about. their final heroic redemption comes in the form of auto-genocide, perhaps walking into the sea, or forming a reroll conga line on the railroads... whatever happens is an undeniable gesture of dignity and atonement, securing the legendary pajeet a uniquely flattering enshrinement in the annals of history. this is the good ending. everyone can help push

PAJEET DEATHCON LEVELS
>>>>DEATHCON 5<<<<
good morning! all is well, pajeets blend in and perform their jew chores undetected.
>>>>DEATHCON 4<<<<
"do you smell that?" nooticers begin to sense traces of pajeetism. when the question is raised, the first pajeets stand up proudly to spin positive vibes about ceo doctor technology household income. blind decoy rebuttals to phantom pakis or chinks betray a defensive shift in attitude.
>>>>DEATHCON 3<<<<
redeem of cognisance. pajeets are fully detected and resort to a slow salted-earth retreat, no longer pursuing their original agenda. petulant superstition compels them to illiterate blasphemy against your presumed religion. in their primitive anger they target the sexual and reproductive insecurities they imagine you share in common with them. race mixing, bbc cuck porn, incel misogyny stuff, you will be extinct etc... the equivalent of swiping at your crotch.
>>>>DEATHCON 2<<<<
bloody bich basterd mode. pajeets are so frustrated and bursting with rage that they turn on children for shock value. warzone gore, agonized child faces, and unvarnished cheese pizza is deployed with sneering grins and high-fives. this is as vicious as they can get on an anonymous imageboard. classic seethe (((protocol))) in whose imitation a scorned pajeet finds maximum relief.
>>>>DEATHCON 1<<<<
the singularity. collectively, spontaneously, pajeets everywhere achieve self-awareness and now understand what everyone has been complaining about. their final heroic redemption comes in the form of auto-genocide, perhaps walking into the sea, or forming a reroll conga line on the railroads... whatever happens is an undeniable gesture of dignity and atonement, securing the legendary pajeet a uniquely flattering enshrinement in the annals of history. this is the good ending. everyone can help push

PAJEET DEATHCON LEVELS
>>>>DEATHCON 5<<<<
good morning! all is well, pajeets blend in and perform their jew chores undetected.
>>>>DEATHCON 4<<<<
"do you smell that?" nooticers begin to sense traces of pajeetism. when the question is raised, the first pajeets stand up proudly to spin positive vibes about ceo doctor technology household income. blind decoy rebuttals to phantom pakis or chinks betray a defensive shift in attitude.
>>>>DEATHCON 3<<<<
redeem of cognisance. pajeets are fully detected and resort to a slow salted-earth retreat, no longer pursuing their original agenda. petulant superstition compels them to illiterate blasphemy against your presumed religion. in their primitive anger they target the sexual and reproductive insecurities they imagine you share in common with them. race mixing, bbc cuck porn, incel misogyny stuff, you will be extinct etc... the equivalent of swiping at your crotch.
>>>>DEATHCON 2<<<<
bloody bich basterd mode. pajeets are so frustrated and bursting with rage that they turn on children for shock value. warzone gore, agonized child faces, and unvarnished cheese pizza is deployed with sneering grins and high-fives. this is as vicious as they can get on an anonymous imageboard. classic seethe (((protocol))) in whose imitation a scorned pajeet finds maximum relief.
>>>>DEATHCON 1<<<<
the singularity. collectively, spontaneously, pajeets everywhere achieve self-awareness and now understand what everyone has been complaining about. their final heroic redemption comes in the form of auto-genocide, perhaps walking into the sea, or forming a reroll conga line on the railroads... whatever happens is an undeniable gesture of dignity and atonement, securing the legendary pajeet a uniquely flattering enshrinement in the annals of history. this is the good ending. everyone can help push

PAJEET DEATHCON LEVELS
>>>>DEATHCON 5<<<<
good morning! all is well, pajeets blend in and perform their jew chores undetected.
>>>>DEATHCON 4<<<<
"do you smell that?" nooticers begin to sense traces of pajeetism. when the question is raised, the first pajeets stand up proudly to spin positive vibes about ceo doctor technology household income. blind decoy rebuttals to phantom pakis or chinks betray a defensive shift in attitude.
>>>>DEATHCON 3<<<<
redeem of cognisance. pajeets are fully detected and resort to a slow salted-earth retreat, no longer pursuing their original agenda. petulant superstition compels them to illiterate blasphemy against your presumed religion. in their primitive anger they target the sexual and reproductive insecurities they imagine you share in common with them. race mixing, bbc cuck porn, incel misogyny stuff, you will be extinct etc... the equivalent of swiping at your crotch.
>>>>DEATHCON 2<<<<
bloody bich basterd mode. pajeets are so frustrated and bursting with rage that they turn on children for shock value. warzone gore, agonized child faces, and unvarnished cheese pizza is deployed with sneering grins and high-fives. this is as vicious as they can get on an anonymous imageboard. classic seethe (((protocol))) in whose imitation a scorned pajeet finds maximum relief.
>>>>DEATHCON 1<<<<
the singularity. collectively, spontaneously, pajeets everywhere achieve self-awareness and now understand what everyone has been complaining about. their final heroic redemption comes in the form of auto-genocide, perhaps walking into the sea, or forming a reroll conga line on the railroads... whatever happens is an undeniable gesture of dignity and atonement, securing the legendary pajeet a uniquely flattering enshrinement in the annals of history. this is the good ending. everyone can help push

PAJEET DEATHCON LEVELS
>>>>DEATHCON 5<<<<
good morning! all is well, pajeets blend in and perform their jew chores undetected.
>>>>DEATHCON 4<<<<
"do you smell that?" nooticers begin to sense traces of pajeetism. when the question is raised, the first pajeets stand up proudly to spin positive vibes about ceo doctor technology household income. blind decoy rebuttals to phantom pakis or chinks betray a defensive shift in attitude.
>>>>DEATHCON 3<<<<
redeem of cognisance. pajeets are fully detected and resort to a slow salted-earth retreat, no longer pursuing their original agenda. petulant superstition compels them to illiterate blasphemy against your presumed religion. in their primitive anger they target the sexual and reproductive insecurities they imagine you share in common with them. race mixing, bbc cuck porn, incel misogyny stuff, you will be extinct etc... the equivalent of swiping at your crotch.
>>>>DEATHCON 2<<<<
bloody bich basterd mode. pajeets are so frustrated and bursting with rage that they turn on children for shock value. warzone gore, agonized child faces, and unvarnished cheese pizza is deployed with sneering grins and high-fives. this is as vicious as they can get on an anonymous imageboard. classic seethe (((protocol))) in whose imitation a scorned pajeet finds maximum relief.
>>>>DEATHCON 1<<<<
the singularity. collectively, spontaneously, pajeets everywhere achieve self-awareness and now understand what everyone has been complaining about. their final heroic redemption comes in the form of auto-genocide, perhaps walking into the sea, or forming a reroll conga line on the railroads... whatever happens is an undeniable gesture of dignity and atonement, securing the legendary pajeet a uniquely flattering enshrinement in the annals of history. this is the good ending. everyone can help push

>>510866799
that's their primitive rape culture shining through. it gets better than that:

PAJEET DEATHCON LEVELS
>>>>DEATHCON 5<<<<
good morning! all is well, pajeets blend in and perform their jew chores undetected.
>>>>DEATHCON 4<<<<
"do you smell that?" nooticers begin to sense traces of pajeetism. when the question is raised, the first pajeets stand up proudly to spin positive vibes about ceo doctor technology household income. blind decoy rebuttals to phantom pakis or chinks betray a defensive shift in attitude.
>>>>DEATHCON 3<<<<
redeem of cognisance. pajeets are fully detected and resort to a slow salted-earth retreat, no longer pursuing their original agenda. petulant superstition compels them to illiterate blasphemy against your presumed religion. in their primitive anger they target the sexual and reproductive insecurities they imagine you share in common with them. race mixing, bbc cuck porn, incel misogyny stuff, you will be extinct etc... the equivalent of swiping at your crotch.
>>>>DEATHCON 2<<<<
bloody bich basterd mode. pajeets are so frustrated and bursting with rage that they turn on children for shock value. warzone gore, agonized child faces, and unvarnished cheese pizza is deployed with sneering grins and high-fives. this is as vicious as they can get on an anonymous imageboard. classic seethe (((protocol))) in whose imitation a scorned pajeet finds maximum relief.
>>>>DEATHCON 1<<<<
the singularity. collectively, spontaneously, pajeets everywhere achieve self-awareness and now understand what everyone has been complaining about. their final heroic redemption comes in the form of auto-genocide, perhaps walking into the sea, or forming a reroll conga line on the railroads... whatever happens is an undeniable gesture of dignity and atonement, securing the legendary pajeet a uniquely flattering enshrinement in the annals of history. this is the good ending. everyone can help push