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Please tell me there will be a Juche military coup in India yesterday already.
The India Menace - Street shitting, unsanitary practices, scams, Hindu extremism & other things
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Reminds me of a short story by Turtledove, where Germans won WW2 and inherited India from the British.
The story then depicts the "tragic" outcome of this development - Gandhi and his fellow streetshitters try their usual jeet bullshit, only to realize Germans could give less of a fuck.
Peaceful marches are met with indiscriminate gunfire, strike actions are dealt with by threatening to kill the family of any jeet that refuses to come to work, and to Gandhi's horror, his attempts to abuse White empathy fall on deaf ears as German civilians back home cheer at news of the boot pressing harder on jeet necks.
Here's an excerpt from the end (it's not a particularly long story to begin with). Mind you, here Turtledove is trying to convince the public that the Germans are the bad guys.
“Thank you.” Gandhi sat. “They took Jawaharlal away. Why have you summoned me instead?”
“To talk for a while, before you join him.” Model saw that Gandhi knew what he meant, and
that the old man remained unafraid. Not that that would change anything,
Model thought, although he respected his opponent’s courage the more for his keeping it in
the last extremity.
“I will talk, in the hope of persuading you to have mercy on my people. For myself I ask
nothing.”
Model shrugged. “I was as merciful as the circumstances of war allowed, until you began
your campaign against us. Since then, I have done what I needed to restore order. When it
returns, I may be milder again.”
“You seem a decent man,” Gandhi said, puzzlement in his voice. “How can you so callously
massacre people who have done you no harm?”
“I never would have, had you not urged them to folly.”
“Seeking freedom is not folly.”
“It is when you cannot gain it—and you cannot. Already your people are losing their stomach
for—what do you call it? Passive resistance? A silly notion. A passive resister simply ends up
dead, with no chance to hit back at his foe.”
That hit a nerve, Model thought. Gandhi’s voice was less detached as he answered,
““Satyagraha strikes the oppressor’s soul, not his body. You must be without honor or conscience, to fail to feel your victims’ anguish.”
Nettled in turn, the field marshal snapped, “I have honor. I follow the oath of obedience I
swore with the army to the Fuhrer and through him to the Reich. I need consider nothing past
that.”
Now Gandhi’s calm was gone. “But he is a madman! What has he done to the Jews of
Europe?”
“Removed them,” Model said matter-of-factly; Einsatzgruppe B had followed Army Group
Central to Moscow and beyond. “They were capitalists or Bolsheviks, and either way enemies of
the Reich. When an enemy falls into a man’s hands, what else is there to do but destroy him, lest
he revive to turn the tables one day?”
Gandhi had buried his face in his hands. Without looking at Model, he said, “Make him a
friend.”
“Even the British knew better than that, or they would not have held India as long as they
did,” the field marshal snorted. “They must have begun to forget, though, or your movement
would have got what it deserves long ago. You first made the mistake of confusing us with them
long ago, by the way.” He touched a fat dossier on his desk.
“When was that?” Gandhi asked indifferently. The man was beaten now, Model thought with
a touch of pride: he had succeeded where a generation of degenerate, decadent Englishmen had failed. Of course, the field marshal told himself, he had beaten the British too.
He opened the dossier, riffled through it. “Here we are,” he said, nodding in satisfaction. “It
was after Kristallnacht, eh, in 1938, when you urged the German Jews to play at the same game
of passive resistance you were using here. Had they been fools enough to try it, we would have
thanked you, you know: it would have let us bag the enemies of the Reich all the more easily.”
“Yes, I made a mistake,” Gandhi said. Now he was looking at the field marshal, looking at
him with such fierceness that for a moment Model thought he would attack him despite advanced age and effete philosophy. But Gandhi only continued sorrowfully, “I made the mistake of thinking I faced a regime ruled by conscience, one that could at the very least be shamed into doing that which is right.”
Model refused to be baited. “We do what is right for our Volk, for our Reich. We are meant to
rule, and rule we do—as you see.” The field marshal tapped the dossier again. “You could be
sentenced to death for this earlier meddling in the affairs of the fatherland, you know, even
without these later acts of insane defiance you have caused.”
“History will judge us,” Gandhi warned as the field marshal rose to have him taken away.
Model smiled then. “Winners write history.” He watched the two strapping German guards
lead the old man off. “A very good morning’s work,” the field marshal told Lasch when Gandhi
was gone. “What’s on the menu for lunch?”
“Blood sausage and sauerkraut, I believe.”
“Ah, good. Something to look forward to.” Model sat down. He went back to work.
“To talk for a while, before you join him.” Model saw that Gandhi knew what he meant, and
that the old man remained unafraid. Not that that would change anything,
Model thought, although he respected his opponent’s courage the more for his keeping it in
the last extremity.
“I will talk, in the hope of persuading you to have mercy on my people. For myself I ask
nothing.”
Model shrugged. “I was as merciful as the circumstances of war allowed, until you began
your campaign against us. Since then, I have done what I needed to restore order. When it
returns, I may be milder again.”
“You seem a decent man,” Gandhi said, puzzlement in his voice. “How can you so callously
massacre people who have done you no harm?”
“I never would have, had you not urged them to folly.”
“Seeking freedom is not folly.”
“It is when you cannot gain it—and you cannot. Already your people are losing their stomach
for—what do you call it? Passive resistance? A silly notion. A passive resister simply ends up
dead, with no chance to hit back at his foe.”
That hit a nerve, Model thought. Gandhi’s voice was less detached as he answered,
““Satyagraha strikes the oppressor’s soul, not his body. You must be without honor or conscience, to fail to feel your victims’ anguish.”
Nettled in turn, the field marshal snapped, “I have honor. I follow the oath of obedience I
swore with the army to the Fuhrer and through him to the Reich. I need consider nothing past
that.”
Now Gandhi’s calm was gone. “But he is a madman! What has he done to the Jews of
Europe?”
“Removed them,” Model said matter-of-factly; Einsatzgruppe B had followed Army Group
Central to Moscow and beyond. “They were capitalists or Bolsheviks, and either way enemies of
the Reich. When an enemy falls into a man’s hands, what else is there to do but destroy him, lest
he revive to turn the tables one day?”
Gandhi had buried his face in his hands. Without looking at Model, he said, “Make him a
friend.”
“Even the British knew better than that, or they would not have held India as long as they
did,” the field marshal snorted. “They must have begun to forget, though, or your movement
would have got what it deserves long ago. You first made the mistake of confusing us with them
long ago, by the way.” He touched a fat dossier on his desk.
“When was that?” Gandhi asked indifferently. The man was beaten now, Model thought with
a touch of pride: he had succeeded where a generation of degenerate, decadent Englishmen had failed. Of course, the field marshal told himself, he had beaten the British too.
He opened the dossier, riffled through it. “Here we are,” he said, nodding in satisfaction. “It
was after Kristallnacht, eh, in 1938, when you urged the German Jews to play at the same game
of passive resistance you were using here. Had they been fools enough to try it, we would have
thanked you, you know: it would have let us bag the enemies of the Reich all the more easily.”
“Yes, I made a mistake,” Gandhi said. Now he was looking at the field marshal, looking at
him with such fierceness that for a moment Model thought he would attack him despite advanced age and effete philosophy. But Gandhi only continued sorrowfully, “I made the mistake of thinking I faced a regime ruled by conscience, one that could at the very least be shamed into doing that which is right.”
Model refused to be baited. “We do what is right for our Volk, for our Reich. We are meant to
rule, and rule we do—as you see.” The field marshal tapped the dossier again. “You could be
sentenced to death for this earlier meddling in the affairs of the fatherland, you know, even
without these later acts of insane defiance you have caused.”
“History will judge us,” Gandhi warned as the field marshal rose to have him taken away.
Model smiled then. “Winners write history.” He watched the two strapping German guards
lead the old man off. “A very good morning’s work,” the field marshal told Lasch when Gandhi
was gone. “What’s on the menu for lunch?”
“Blood sausage and sauerkraut, I believe.”
“Ah, good. Something to look forward to.” Model sat down. He went back to work.
TJT
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This is something that had honestly slipped my mind. Here in Texas and most of the USA its well known that Indians run lots of smaller gas stations and hotels. But the real question? How does an Indian with $10 to his name get a loan of $500k to buy a rural gas station or hotel? Oh right! It's subsidized loan terms for minorities. Using your own tax dollars to pump up Indians then turn around and claim at how good they are at being entrepreneurs.
The average American with a decent job would struggle to get a half million loan to start a business. They just give it away to Indians. The kicker? Indians never pay it back and then they bring over the next family member who just gets another one. I'd bet Canada does the same thing and its why Indians own all the Tim Horton's now.
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So a hotard? You may as well say twitch streamer IQ.
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How terrible. That poor goat, what a terrible fright that must have been, seeing a Jeet run towards it and then almost getting run over by an out-of-control ambulance.
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Better it end like this rather than being raped and pushed out of the ambulance by a horny Rakesh.
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They poop where ever they damn please. The culture is contagious. No longer is public defecation a sign of being 3rd world. Now natural born americans are practising public defecation too. Call it culture sync. Call it poverty. It really make no difference. They still do it and the trend will grow. I 100% think this is why Indians smell bad. It's because they don't wipe when they shit in public. Just go to the loo where ever and why even bother pulling your pants down? Just kick the turd out of your trouser cuff and keep walking.
Tophia Slydell. This is a house keeper who witnessed Mamachu defecating on the sidewalk. /data/video/6603/6603115-502dfa76626a5310c785c35fb3755572.mp4
The last three are accidents, or are they? This is a virginning trend. It will only get worse as the US and other Western countries continue to slummax.
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The way these people just nonchalantly shit while walking makes me think they have some sort of medical condition that causes you to lose rectal tone/sensation.. but even if that's the case, WHY are you going out commando?? If shit just oozes out your butt, you should be wearing a diaper at all times, cause what the actual fuck. You have a mental disorder in addition to a physical. This is below third world behavior, this is what hamsters do.
Crazy to think that these public defecator's vote counts just as much as yours.
Also lol @ "brahmin verbal IQ". Their ability to brown-nose, haggle/grift and make up lies on the spot is not something that needs to be passed down to future generations.
Crazy to think that these public defecator's vote counts just as much as yours.
Also lol @ "brahmin verbal IQ". Their ability to brown-nose, haggle/grift and make up lies on the spot is not something that needs to be passed down to future generations.
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To add onto this, and avoid a doublepost, something else that pisses me off about this jeetpost is that it's so...presumptuous! Like this pajeet thinks its his place to invite others of his kind to Germany and pose as if Germany is his home, when we can all tell by the way he's talking that he sees Germany as a better Economic Zone than India.
"effort to learn the language, making friends takes effort" might as well really translate to "I can't truly read or speak German, and the average German around me cannot stand to be in my presence for long", same as it is here where they "speak English" but it's so bad that they might as well be babbling nonsense and the average American doesn't like them either.
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Indian men are so obsessive about interracial breeding, it’s so creepy. Like on the one hand they clearly are racial supremacists yet on the other they are totally into race mixing which would presumably degrade their genetics (assuming they were in fact the superior race, which they aren’t). No one takes India or Indians seriously. They’re just brown Jews who take advantage of high trust societies and are brought in to be a compliant middle class for the Jews.
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When the British, in their hubris, turned away from the true light of the Church, I could forgive them, for I had hope that they might one day find their way back to Christ's embrace.
When the British came to Africa, they found a continent created by God to amuse Himself. He had filled it with many strange creatures - lions, giraffes, elephants - that He loved, and apes that appeared almost human. He surrounded this land with oceans, sank its interior below sea level while raising hills along its coastline, and carved vast deserts. To make sure it remained set apart, He placed yet another sea to mark this great Zoo and its animals off from the people.
But the British, ignorant of God's plans and without the guidance of the Church, built a railway across this land and exported these strange creatures across the world. What should have remained in Africa now roams the streets; every major city has become a Zoo.
And yet, I could forgive them. After all, everyone makes mistakes, and these creatures are still God's creation.
When the British came to India, they found a subcontinent that God had quarantined with the tallest mountains, deserts, seas, rivers, jungles, and oceans, ensuring that nothing could escape. For Hell had opened in India, and its spawns poured out like locusts, consuming everything good that God had created there.
But the British, ignorant of God's harsh measures, built a railway across this land and exported those foul creatures across the world. What should have remained in India now roams the streets; every major city has become a Hell.
This, I can never forgive, for they have brought Hell upon us all.
When the British came to Africa, they found a continent created by God to amuse Himself. He had filled it with many strange creatures - lions, giraffes, elephants - that He loved, and apes that appeared almost human. He surrounded this land with oceans, sank its interior below sea level while raising hills along its coastline, and carved vast deserts. To make sure it remained set apart, He placed yet another sea to mark this great Zoo and its animals off from the people.
But the British, ignorant of God's plans and without the guidance of the Church, built a railway across this land and exported these strange creatures across the world. What should have remained in Africa now roams the streets; every major city has become a Zoo.
And yet, I could forgive them. After all, everyone makes mistakes, and these creatures are still God's creation.
When the British came to India, they found a subcontinent that God had quarantined with the tallest mountains, deserts, seas, rivers, jungles, and oceans, ensuring that nothing could escape. For Hell had opened in India, and its spawns poured out like locusts, consuming everything good that God had created there.
But the British, ignorant of God's harsh measures, built a railway across this land and exported those foul creatures across the world. What should have remained in India now roams the streets; every major city has become a Hell.
This, I can never forgive, for they have brought Hell upon us all.
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Those Small Business Administration loans from the federal government were originally designed for American blacks, but now they are a small fraction of the applicants. The majority are, of course, jeets.
TJT
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I'd be less pissed about it if it at least went to American citizens. Not fresh off the boat Indian scammers.
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Medical conditions do not come on spontaneously. Usually they are either chronic or an individual and feel that they are sick and touching cloth. If it were medical, most people would wear adult diapers. Maybe they're autistic and retarded and that's why they can't feeling it coming and don't wear diapers, but at that point are they even distinguishable from Indians. If you compared an autistic retard who craps themselves and an Indian and they were both brown, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. The world is turning into India one public defecation at a time.
I don't think it should be made illegal. No one should be given a ticket or arrested for privately peeing beside their car, but shitting on a street corner and not cleaning it up is another situation altogether. It really is the most cunning form of protest. Like fat black women who just ate beans fating in a theatre.
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That's entirely false. Indian was always Pagan and when the British showed up most Indians were illiterate, so they could enforce whatever bullshit rules they wanted and get away with it and get compliance by saying it was Hindu. A lot of dumb shit eating in Hindu was created by the British to fuck with the Indians. Christian missionaries tried to convert Indians since it's first introduction 100AD, and the Indian just put Jesus next to the shrine with all the other gods and worshiped Jesus too, like it was nothing special. Pretty, upsetting if you're Christian, but that's Indian for you.
I'm not pro-pagan, but get your facts strait. You can't blame everything on British being heathens.
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there's a bank called the texas state bank (TSB) that is not government financing but an entire bank for the patel caste to develop hotels and motels in the US.
regular banks wouldn't extend them credit since it would be easy to abscond with their money so patels formed their own. loan enforcement comes from the patel caste being tightly wound enough that anyone who fled the US with their money would be located immediately back in india.
some of the schemes run out of the local hindu temple are quite sophisticated. indian real estate developers usually pursue a roll up strategy of distressed properties where acquisitions are used as collateral for further debt that in term go to more acquisitions and so on. in some midwestern cities indian real estate developers already make up the largest landlords, its all just hidden behind a ream of REITs and other legal entities.
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Because they know they are Cyraxx tier goblins with genes more scrambled than a hard drive placed next to a magnet.
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I wake up every day to thank God that I'm not a street shitting, dung eating, waste dumping, piss washing, child molesting, womanizing pajeet.
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Alexander didn't go far enough, he should have killed Indra with a knife and spit at the corpse.
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