- Joined
- Jul 7, 2022
I learned how to break a cavebuck from my father, who treated his bucks like the disgusting cavebeasts they were. Other cavebeasts think that he's so controlling and abusive because he never respected the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Well, my old man was a proud war criminal who had no respect for your jewish so-called "human" """""rights""""".
Why can't other cavebeasts nowadays respect the genetic prestige of the proud descendants of the ancient Hyperborean race? We don't ask for much. All we ask is you give us all your money and die forIsrael the glorious Hwan Dynasty like a good little goy cavebeast. Most cavebeasts don't bring anything to the table other than crime, rap music, and bix nood. I try my best to make my cavebucks feel appreciated and look at how they repay me. I bust my ass paying expenditures and taking all the financial risk keeping the hyperplantation up and running, and those ornery cavebucks can't even pick cotton if their lives depended on it.
No. I'm doing it because I am a good master who understands the plight of his bucks. I'm a very agreeable gentlman with that characteristic Southern Karelian hospitality. I have done all I could to make my bucks feel welcome at the plantation; to teach them the error of their ways and guide them toward their natural, pre-ordained roles in life (cannon fodder). And yet, the Atlantean brainwashing runs deep, and these uppity cavebeasts think we owe them something. No matter what you do for these foul creatures, it is never enough for them. The only language they understand is force.
Apparently that is an old fashioned way of thinking nowadays. I'm not even 30,000 years old yet. But I've read manuals and treatises from the high water mark of Classical Wewuzian society, and this was how us civilized races always treated the riff-raff.
Call me old fashioned (I prefer you call me "master").
Why can't other cavebeasts nowadays respect the genetic prestige of the proud descendants of the ancient Hyperborean race? We don't ask for much. All we ask is you give us all your money and die for
No. I'm doing it because I am a good master who understands the plight of his bucks. I'm a very agreeable gentlman with that characteristic Southern Karelian hospitality. I have done all I could to make my bucks feel welcome at the plantation; to teach them the error of their ways and guide them toward their natural, pre-ordained roles in life (cannon fodder). And yet, the Atlantean brainwashing runs deep, and these uppity cavebeasts think we owe them something. No matter what you do for these foul creatures, it is never enough for them. The only language they understand is force.
Apparently that is an old fashioned way of thinking nowadays. I'm not even 30,000 years old yet. But I've read manuals and treatises from the high water mark of Classical Wewuzian society, and this was how us civilized races always treated the riff-raff.
Call me old fashioned (I prefer you call me "master").
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