A few days ago, visiting my parents in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, I saw a sow and two turdlets on bicycles. and the oldest thought it was necessary to cycle on the street, where pedestrians walk.. it could clearly not keep a straight line, and I never make way for nigger, walking or on a bicycle. so this turdlet hit my bag, lost balance, and.. fell, heard it cry and the sow went to her, and yelled something about watch out etc. I just keep walking, I don't care, and what is a turdled doing on a bicycle if: it can't cycle in a proper way, had to cycle where people are walking etc.

And, remembering this, I'm looking forward, to my exile to the most White continent again in the World. I work as field guide/ mountain guide for the Antarctic program for the UK. this time in the Austral summer, which means 6 months no niggers for me.