Saturday, 13 June 2015

The Future We Face


Jack Sen has posted a you tube video from an African immigrant, who is also a 'rapper'' he has shown his appreciation of Sweden, the country which took him in, by writing and rapping about exterminating the ethnic Swedes.:

 Be warned, this is not for the faint of heart!






''It's ugly to have blue eyes, you look like monkeys
It is not easy in the suburbs, man
Come here, Swedish girls, I promise you'll get a knife in your p****
And suck my d***
We wogs are the bosses of all  the bastard children in this town
I swear we are going to take power over all of you
We are taking over from all the different nations
Walla, that's a promise
One day you Swedes are gonna taste the anger of the wogs
I swear it! everbody knows what I'm talking about, man
This is not just talking crap it's serious now!now!
The wogs are uniting

It doesn't matter if you Swedes are ANTIFA
We will kick you out, I don't give a shit if you're Left or Right
 ..Social Democrat or Conservative
You Swedes are gonna taste the anger of the wogs
Yes, I swear it's not easy here in the subs
 I swear it's gonna be that fucking way
 All you Swedes can Die!Die!Die!Die!
 All you Swedes should be fucking exterminated!
 All you Swedes can Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!
 All the Swedes should be wiped from the face of the earth
All you Swedes can Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!
All you Swedes should be exterminated
All you Swedes can Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!
All you Swedes should be exterminated''

 And he's not kidding either, here is a graph of the Swedish rape wave:




 The red line on this graph represents non European immigration into Sweden, the Blue line represents emigration, presumably by ethnic Swedes:





The Rapper above will probably have an IQ of around 80, but even he can see the writing on the wall. 

 For pity's sake, wake up white man!.


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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