They are only 150 years behind us…

Posted on April 24, 2020

April 24, 2020

“They are only 150 years behind us…”

       I still remember his sad, wise, weary face, older than mine, regarding me with a mixture of hidden disappointment, and fine Catholic pity. Flavored with a tangy leaf or two of soft, mellow, condescension. Born from a rock-solid, unshakable knowledge of his own moral superiority. Over the intellectual and spiritual wreck that quietly faced him across the dinner table. We had been speaking of Muslims & Africans, Somalis & Pakistanis, rape gangs & knife attacks. Their large, unemployable, unproductive families, and rampant exponential breeding.  'Speaking' was perhaps a euphemism, for I had found it difficult to interrupt his well-rehearsed lecture very often. Or for very long.

“They are only 150 years behind us, and we have to bring them along.  Yes, I see their excesses. It saddens me so. But our Christian duty is to love and support them. And in the fullness of time, they will, of course, catch up with us…”

There was a silence in the room, and his wife, nodded eagerly (on cue) in support. They were getting ready to solemnly go to the dying Dutch church, where doubtless a prayer or fifty would be said for the Nationalist, racist sinner they had just patiently counselled.  And I, a guest in the house, with difficulty held my tongue. I finished my third coffee, and excused myself politely, in a civil manner, to the safety of my laptop, and my own, private, homicidal thoughts.

For I could have stood up, kicked over the table, grabbed him by the Liberal throat, bounced his Catholic face hard off the four walls,  the way the Royal Ulster Constabulary once did to me. By way of introduction. (At that stage they didn't even know my name yet. But it was their way of saying hello)
I could have snarled into his bug-eyed visage, his pupils wide, his wife screaming, from six inches away, my insane eyes communicating the raging evil inside me.

“You gibbering, race suicidal RETARD…!!”
(a head butt perhaps)

“While you were making yourself a fine, life long Ivory career in Holland, your head stuck rigid up your own academic *SS, while you were breathing rarefied Liberal feel-good air, while you were basking in your virtue and moral superiority, elbowing it, and hee-hawing at the table with like-minded Ph.D's and other Exalted Ones, some of us were down and dirty in the MUD. Trying to stay ALIVE. Trying to stay SANE, in a world gone MAD. In places and cultures in this world, that you and your hee-haw friends have ZERO CLUE about. NADA. Where human life is worth NOTHING. Where, after the action, in a quiet bar, still shaking, we would tell our stories, and listen to those of others. And LEARN. And LEARN. About MAN.

YOU, and your arrogant, blind, hopelessly unseeing, oh-so-erudite fellow B*TCHES, will lead your race, your culture, your epoch, OUR PEOPLE, into the ABYSS.
THEY are not 150 years behind.


There IS no changing malevolent, lingering, ever-leering Dark.

WAKE the f**k UP.”

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on April 24, 2020, 2:54 pm

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