Funny Newyear story!
My friends and me (group of about 15 people) stand on side of the road somewhere in the city. Then 3 niggers show up. We don't say anything to them, we do nothing, we don't pay attention to them at all, but still one of the niggers decides to do light a "Strijker" (illegal piece of fireworks) and throw it at us, which gives a really loud bang. We turn around, and they start cursing us out and challenge us to fight. Funny. We are a group of 15 people with about 7 guys age 20-25, and three 16 year old niggers who are 40lbs leighter and a head shorter than me think they can just beat us up like that any second. Though we choose to be wise and we walk on and don't pay attention to them. A couple of hours later we come back, and it turns out they pierced our tires.
Who is the racist now? Me - for calling them niggers, or them because they think it's fun to mess around with Dutch people, assuming that they wouldn't have done it when it were one of their "brothers" standing there which they have no idea if they're actually related to?
Go ahead and put me up for vandal banning and ban me for 24 hours. I know that what I'm doing is the right thing, and for me that's all that matters. I'd rather die than give up my ideals under pressure. Our battle will continue. And there will be no stopping until our mission has been completed. "Why is being a Nazi the answer to that?" you'd ask me. Though, why is being a nazi not the answer? What reason does a man need to defend his fatherland against those who want to destroy it? Hail Victory!
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