Meet my cousin him and his family were having a braai on their small farm in South Africa! He was shot through the back of the head, thrown in the fire and urinated on while they called him a white bastard! He survived! 8 black intruders got away as always in South Africa!

All of these “internet” heroes who pop up are all bought by the Globalists. It’s nothing but theater. Fuck Tommy you wanker cunt

Just to clarify: During the World Cup opening ceremony in Toronto, Canadians booed the American flag, not because they hate America, but because Trump has turned that flag into a symbol of hate & division. The boos were directed at that fucking scumbag.

Am I the only native Scot who finds the whole drunken Tartan Army in ill-fitting kilts, traffic cones on statues, baldy-heided politicians in Scotland tops, a bit embarrassing? Are we content that the country of Adam Smith, David Livingston etc should be portrayed this way? 😳🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Remember all the chat last week about how white people don’t randomly stab people on the street?

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.