As a black woman I was ashamed of my love for whitey. I knew that it was wrong. My mammy told me that it was, and so did several homies. One day, as I was eating a federal cheese sandwich (on white bread incidentally), a white mail man approached with a package of hair relaxer. “Here you go chimpy!” He said playfully. I smiled. “Your teeth are dazzlingly white!” He exclaimed. “And the palms of your hand are 7 shades lighter than the rest of you!”
“Are you married?” I asked forlornly (whatever that means).
“Sure,” he said.
“To a man?” I ventured.
“Not this time,” he informed.
Secretly, after he left, I vowed (without telling anyone) that I would marry whitey and bear his pickaninnies (or mulattoes). Several mail cycles lapsed when I learned that whitey was savagely eaten by rhinos while visiting the zoo. I cried for a good while.

Crapped-out homosexuals burn in eternal hell-fire. For reasons unknown **** burn brighter and hotter than normal people. Since the league of homosexual perverts is growing new ones are added to the pyre in ever-increasing numbers. One witness to the conflagration commented: "Homosexuals burn more violently than a hob of hell! It's strangely horrifying how the diseased genitalia & warty ****** cavities of pederasts produce an intense, smokeless, forest-green flame!"

Normal people MUST take back this Western realm!
Perversity cannot be codified so as to gain legitimacy.