Yesterday evening I went to a music festival in one of those small typical towns on the Loire river. Brass bands and carnival floats were parading, balloons and confetti were sold to parents and given to children, and most importantly, almost not a single nigger to nog shit.
Beautiful white people, gorgeous blonde girls, big families of caucasoid, well-behaved, deeply rooted people enjoying the show and talking to each other. You could almost grasp the fraternally community sense with your hand. It was beautiful. That's France, the racist France EU wants to diversify, the xenophobic France niggers want to enrich.
I cried. Not because I'm not used to it, but because 4 hours earlier I went to the (private catholic) school fair of my (11yo) niece, and there you could already see the enrichment ongoing. Several visible minorities, entitled to everything, on their way to become, for a few, somewhat useful to our community, and for the most, the culturally vibrant parasites of society we expect them to be.
For example, the school gave to every child a watergun. These niglets stole the most part of these gifts to bring back to their welfare-paid home. They refused white children to take them back and sprayed water on everyone (adults as well).
I told my nefew to bait them (calling them pussies is just enough) and my niece to grab the guns when they'll go after him. Gun distribution ensues, whiteys flood the fuck of the enrichers, feelsgoodman. But then, one of the niglets, who didn't lack the peripheral eyesight and saw my niece giving back the guns to the oppressors, got after her.
You could see in his animal eyes he was up to no good, while my niece was naive enough to play the prey. He didn't see me before I went on his way. He looked right into my eyes, began to say "I-I dindu…" (mais j'ai rien…), while I grabbed the gun from my niece hands and washed the cultcha out of his nigga face.
When he fled back to his minority friend, I had a talk with my niece. Did you see the look of his face, of his eyes? Remember it, and never forget it, because someone who has this face and these eyes is very likely to hurt you.
And this is not the worse. The worse was the show, played by pupils and managed by teachers. They were playing as people visiting every continent. Oh boy. Africa. Birthplace of Humanity. 5 white girls dressed as culturally superior mommas, holding black baby puppets in their hands.
Every continent had its music background, its fashion, and the children performed a choreographied dance consistent with the theme of the visited continent. And then Europe. President Hollande played by a negro. Ode to Joy all the way, not a single traditional outfit, and the dance consisted of jumping around waving pieces of tissue like niggers.
When I saw the teachers, exclusively women, I stopped asking myself questions. You see, education has been going downward for decades here, but you would expect private catholic school to be spared.
I hope the race war starts soon, so that my nefews won't endure this for too long. Until then, protecting children from cultural marxism, while not being impossible, is an every day task.
