You wonder why I hate white proles (and their big-city, slightly higher-IQ but just as dismally self-centered cousins, the conformist frat boys)?
From Friends: Hanging victim devoted his life to kids:
The son of a high school principal, Sparkman moved to London [Kentucky] more than a decade ago when he was working for Boy Scouts of America. An Eagle scout, he had previously been on the organization’s staff in Florida and Texas, said his mother, Henrie Sparkman of Inverness, Fla.
“He was always helping others,” she said. “He was a very gentle person”…
“He was a quiet man,” Bass said. “He was always friendly. Always kind.”
Johnson Elementary music teacher Tracey Evans said children excitedly anticipated Sparkman’s classroom appearances.
“He respected the children. He respected everyone,” Evans said. “He took time to notice children.”
And because of that gentleness, he was no match for the evil of one or more human animals.
Also in the news this week: Pair badly beaten in random swarming.
Two guys owning a house together = gay. And two Yuppie-ish “friends” who own a house, going out for a walk together = flaming gay. At least, that’s the prole logic. Why else would four white dumbfucks have beaten the shit out of them, in a “random” crime? Just because they looked gay. (I don’t know whether these guys are just trying to cover up their relationship, or are really straight but just giving off all the wrong signals. But no way was it a “random crime,” where “If it hadn’t been us, it would have been someone else.” No, in Canada, this was a “hate crime.” And it’s precisely because of evil like that, that it’s foolish to leave your home without Muslim/nigger/prole repellent. If it’ll take down a bear or a dog, it’ll take down a nigger, a homophobic-faggot pedophile-worshiper … or four subhuman whites.)
Seeing über-stupidity like that makes me glad that I’ve completely cut off contact with the homophobic Christian moron who produced my CD.
‘Cause when we were coming back from the Spinal Tap show at Massey Hall a few months ago, heading north on Yonge, three teenage guys walked toward us from the opposite direction on the sidewalk.
And as they approached us, my moron-Christian “friend” said to me: “They have more problems than they know.” Just because, to him, they looked gay.
Well, I “look” gay too, to a lot of people. I’m not, but that’s how I look, and it’s probably no small part of the reason why too many niggers and goat-fuckers won’t let me walk down the streets of my own city without hassling me, in foreign gibberishlanguage.
And that, in a nutshell, is why I hate proles. And frat boys. And niggers. And goat-fuckers. And homophobic Christian shitheads who happen to be brilliant musicians, but who are utter fuck-ups in every other aspect of life, and whose only hope of a long-term relationship is if they can find a woman who thinks she has no other options, i.e., that no other man would ever want to sleep with her. (Christian Shithead has been in two like that.)
And, judging from the music-thumping and the door-slamming at 4 a.m. last night, a couple of self-centered proles masquerading as university students have recently moved into my Victorian-house building. Oh, joy. And with me just having renewed my lease, too.
Fucking always happens this way. Well, maybe I can sublet it over summer (or sooner), and move into the condo apartment of my dreams ahead of schedule….
P.S. And then in my old hometown: Spate of high-profile crimes has some calling Winnipeg ‘mini-Detroit’. Like I said: Repellent. You may never need it, but if you do….
P.P.S. I was wrong about the proles moving in. It’s the student-nigger at the end of the hall, in #10. Thump-thump. Rest. Rest. Rest. Thump-thump. Same hip-hoppin’ rhythm at 5 p.m. this afternoon as at 4 a.m. this morning. He seems to have turned it up now to be able to listen over the sound of his vacuuming. (Who knew niggers knew how to vacuum?) Pre-rational fucker.

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