Tag Archive | white nationalism

Only I Can Clog It!

Feb20

No One Is Above Me

What is wrong with the plumbing? Everywhere I go
I must flush ten times just to get rid of my shit.
Not that morbid obesity could be the cause
Of the strange talent that I have for breaking laws.
I should not have to pay for the crimes I commit.
I’m a stable jenius I will have you all know.

I had to change the plumbing in all the bath rooms
Before me and my kind could live comfortably.
Anything once used by niggers must be thrown out
And replaced with the best things thus leaving no doubt
That the black stain is lifted almost completely.
I’m endowed with an organ that rightly assumes.

What happened to that bust of Lincoln is for me
To know only. I know that It’s worth a good price
And to the highest bidder it swiftly will go.
If it shows up in some country then I won’t know
Anything of its vanishing. I won’t think twice
Before lying about it. That’s how it must be.

Classified Documents are a feast fit for kings.
They go down somewhat easily. Executive
Privilege is my birthright until my demise.
What will happen to me is a word to the wise.
Other creatures just like me continue to live
Among trash roots and to take them under their wings.

Who They Are

Oct10

The Deranged And Deplorable

Those who know who you are also know what you’ve done
And we know how far you will go to take away
Every right to protest you, including our votes.
Your evil and seditious savage psychic oats
Bring about death to women. May there come a day
When your sick righteousness has no power to stun.

To enlist spies and snitches to go and harass
Is to turn back the clock to the middle ages.
Our protection from COVID is not an issue
To old white men in high places who adhere to
Interests of big companies. Yet the wages
For malefic behavior you will not bypass.

You have been a few rounds, but we know who you are.
Tens of millions united of every party,
Race, and creed – you should know us in these times as well.
Since the swamp has been draining there’s been a bad smell
Permeating the nation. Yet democracy
Shall remain most resilient but with a deep scar.

We defeated you nicely in the recent past.
We’re as mad as hell and much colder than you are.
Elections now upcoming will be fights between
We who believe in freedom and those of obscene
Grasp of absolute power. Your fall will be far
To complete dissolution which ever shall last.

Underprivilege

Aug19

Four Faces of Feces

When I can’t find a nigger to shine my damned shoes
And my cold leather heart is the beat of remorse
For acceptance of coon ways in society,
What is wrong with this country I clearly can see.
We’ve a ship with a captain who’s steering off course.
I’m entitled to at least good drugs to abuse.

Niggers give me the willies. I just can’t allow
Their kind anywhere near me. I fear I’ll become
Inundated with liberal ideal perfume.
I’d prefer that my poor white brother not assume
That I’m black anywhere inside. Those nasty scum
Need to go back to somewhere somehow and right now.

I know that I’m a bigot. I’m proud to be one.
My maturity level makes that important
Along with the abuse of women and children.
Good old days were of silence. To have them again
Is a fervent fulfillment. No one says I can’t
Be the racist I want to be and have some fun.

Leadership we are made for no matter our style.
Jungle bunnies don’t govern. They just find a way
To make government programs to pamper the poor.
It would thrill me to no end to show one the door
To the darkness that is them. I’ll never betray
My supremacist outlook. We’re here to defile.

The Squalid

Mar27

The "Deplorable" Ones

Someone called them ‘deplorable’ once. The Term Fits
More so right now than ever. They’re getting much worse.
Other ‘civilized’ countries take pity on us.
We’re the ripped open scab that is now oozing puss.
The much more first world nations consider our curse
A surreal evolution that evil permits.

Such a team of fine leaders – indeed but the best…
All the Tuberville’s, Jordan’s, McCarthy’s, Hawley’s,
Lauren Boebert’s, Ted Cruz’s, and sick Taylor Greene’s…
Have top notch educations and provident means
To support filth and violence. Scum such as these
Are the brains of the business of social unrest.

Never had it been done. To come up with a plan
So crazy it just might work takes some kind of nerve.
With the flag of the nation crumpled in their minds,
Wild conspiracy theories and lies of all kinds
Spark the sickness in childish ones who they subserve
In commission of high crimes befitting the klan.

We all know of their names now. What they almost did
Was their damnedest endeavor to make the alt-right
A new change in direction. They will try again.
May this world be relieved of the scourge of white men?
They may think they have power to keep up the fight,
But the numbers defeat them and usher their rid.

Leave Town By Sundown

Sep2

Extreme Ultimatum

Listen up there, ya varmints! We don’t mean no harm
If ya get us riled up though, we ain’t got no choice.
Darkie faces ain’t welcome in this white man’s town
So ya best just remember that. We’ll put ya down
And we ain’t gonna bulldoze ya with just our voice.
Part of all our anatomies is a firearm.

Pack yer bags and git movin’ …Don’t care if yer sick.
Tell that doc ya don’t need it. Yer goin’ back home.
Git yer lazy dark asses off our filthy streets.
Every breath of fresh air that yer stealin’ competes
With what we got available. Go back and roam
Through the jungles ya came from, and do it right quick.

Please Don’t Come To This Country! We’ve gone back in time.
Something like a big bender has made us loco.
We’ve become trigger happy. The beefing goes on
Mighty random and frequent from dusk through ‘til dawn.
We are not who we claim to be. My, does it show!
That a brave soul must tell the whole world is a crime.

Darkie Season

Aug9

Clear and Present Emergency

Background checks do save lives. Moscow Bitch must agree.
That’s why he won’t allow them. The breeders will breed.
And we can’t let that happen. Soon this nation will
Be infested with colored folk. White folk must kill
To prevent the invasion. The way to succeed
Is by bribing the senate, and most thoroughly.

Armies need army weapons. They do the most harm
In a series of instants, so let them be sold.
If I were president, I would give them away.
My elite subcommanders would do what I say.
Is it true that a massacre can be controlled
By the use of one’s rhetoric and true alarm?

I must look at my hatred. Our teacher-in-chief,
Knowing not that he’s doing so, offers the hope
That I don’t focus on him. He is but the sore
Of a wound suffered long ago. Never before
Have I re-felt such venom because of this dope.
This remains a hard lesson. Am I due relief?

No such thing will I know of unless there’s a change
In my way of perceiving all that must take place
As a function of being in this human form.
I perceive human hatred a recurrent storm.
Those who cannot believe that we’re all of one race
Are a lesson in my life, although that sounds strange.