I Don’t Hate Brits
Black Lives Terrorists are triggering white people to hurt other white people. And Brits are showing them how to do it.
It’s begging to end – let it. Those who started this are the ones to end it. You know who you are.
Whoever wants a war will get one much worse than the war between the states. No one will know who the true enemy is, so they’ll be killing anybody who looks at them.
Governments allowing one color to burn cities while forcing the other color to stand down and watch their lives go up in flames is the cause. Unequal treatment of white peoples was on full display for the entire world to see.
The British were and are the instigators. They just can’t keep their noses out of everybody else’s affairs and they don’t care who they hurt in their quest to control every facet of everybody’s life.
Look what they did to the Irish. Humiliating them at every twist and turn, watching them squirm until they popped, then laughing as their guts slapped them in their British faces. Told you we could make them do it.
We know how to handle hertranshim. Give me five minutes, forty minutes, one day alone with hertranshim. All I need is…..alone with him. I’ll set him straight.
They never do though do they? And they always put a time limit on it. Like clockwork everything they do, timed to the minute.
One minute late and it’s off with your head. Constant shaming, never shut up about it. Eye rolling everybody to death while somebody else talks.
And stalks. Yes stalks you with their eyes while you’re talking directly to them. Squinting as if assessing the parts of you unknown.
Beware the Brit. They’re back biters. Like bed bugs you don’t know you’ve been hit until you’ve been bit by a bunch of them.
Then like a delayed reaction they welt up simultaneously to drive you insane with a giant itch that magnifies exponentially with every scratch.
No. I don’t hate the Brits.
I am one.