How do anti-whites get that way?
Do they retire to some dark secret place every day where they immerse themselves in putrid, stinking anti-whitism up to their eyeballs, and marinate in it until they and anti-whitism are One?
Yes! They wallow in putrid, stinking anti-whitism in the outhouse cellar!
Kevin Oxenrider, aspiring anti-white who works as a biologist for the state of West Virginia, feared that his own fragrant anti-white bouquet might not be wafting far enough. Desperate to make a larger contribution to white genocide, he took the outhouse cellar’s premier Wallow and Swallow workshop, and emerged with the tools he needed to raise a stink that reached the governor’s office and resulted in the removal of fightwhitegenocide.com’s billboard and return of the rental fee.
Kevin Oxenrider, we who are about to throw up at the thought of you salute you! When you anti-whites who wallow in anti-whitism in the outhouse cellar return to the world of sunlight and fresh breezes, whites for miles around wake up and smell the anti-whitism.