Of course, since they were able to breed it may mean that Jeeta's have shallow uteruses that allowed the micro-penis Jeets equally small and pathetic loads to make it inside and not just dribble out like a single, worthless, defective tear.
I'll be asking the U.N, to send me 100 of the hottest Jeeta's, thoroughly washed and scrubbed clean, and will measure the depth of their vagina's with my very average, white American penis (assuming that isn't too big for them since as an ethical researcher I don't want to cause any discomfort.)
There is no race on this Earth more worthy of extermination than the Indian subcontinental. I would not say there is a group of people I truly hate on a visceral level with the sole exception being the subcontinental, there is an unfathomably vile and contemptible quality to them. Lovecraft was right about jeets.
I think somebody posted something similar a couple hundred pages back (don't remember). Anyway:
I have come to unironically despise jeets, but I can't help but feel bad for the jeetas. Not only they were born brown and most likely poor and without a future, but they are by far the #1 victims of the shitgolem's animalistic behavior. I wouldn't be surprised if most of them turn to be filthy, entitled, quarrelsome, illiterate animals themselves, but I may be wrong, too. They may be
sad,
miserable and longing to be treated as human beings. Fuck, if their cow-worshipping cult is remotely true, being reincarnated as an indian woman must be every male jeet's final reincarnation before TJD. Just imagine all the debuffs they get right after spawning: Woman, third-worlder, poor, child, likely inbred, rapey family members, brown, less rights than cows...
Either way, jeetas are forced to commune with indian men on the daily without a say on the matter, their status being lower than the lowest of dalit men, and they are truly harmless creatures (I suppose). It's upsetting to think about. I sincerely doubt that there is an Indian woman that passes away unraped and/or unmolested, even among the higher castes.
Call it suicidal empathy if you want, I just feel sincerely bad for Indian women, to the point that I want to do something about it, that's all...
No, not dick them. They must be filthy in a way that soap and deodorant can't get rid of, and even in darkness I'd be imagining their charcoal-black meat curtains near my penis and that would kill my boner.