We all hate niggers, that’s a given for everyone on here. Well, perhaps “hate” is the wrong word; I don’t hate them, as it’s such a destructive emotion. It’s also pointless- you may as well say that you hate sharks or man-eating tigers. Let’s just say that we dislike having to share the planet with them. I’ve sometimes had conversations with friends who cannot see my point of view. I have to be quite careful sometimes, as those who live, in unfuxated areas have no idea of the true scope of the problem. To people like that, my ideas are racist.
I don’t blame them. I was like that myself before I moved to fuxated London and had to work for a nigger manager. If, though, I ever doubted my beliefs (which I never do) I occasionally experience something that convinces me that I, along with all my fellow niggermaniacs, are absolutely in the right.A few days ago, I had an appointment in a small town to the north of London, where I live (in a nig-free area now, thankfully.)
I’m without a car at present (there’s another story behind that, which I’ll post on the coontacts page in due course) so I went on the train. I hardly ever travel by train, but it was quite a pleasant, if over-priced, experience. I made it all the way to my destination without encoontering a single nigger, apart from the odd one or two that passed me in the street. The town where I had the appointment was a delight- not a nigger to be seen. Consequently, it was clean and civilised. I went to my meeting, which was with a charming Korean lady, then took the train home, around mid-afternoon.
The journey back was good- my carriage was largely empty, apart from a young Pakistani couple, who spent the journey having a quiet conversation without disturbing anyone. Once back in London, I got on the subway train, or tube, as we call them here, to return home. The tube train was not crowded, but as soon as I got on, the first noise to assault my ears was that of the traditional and unmistakable nigger ook. I looked around and saw a couple of bucks sitting at the end of the carriage. Whereas humans normally sit side by side on a train, so that they can converse at a reasonably normal level, these two jigs were sitting opposite each other and jabbering across the corridor that runs between the seats. I’ve no idea what they were eekling about- I don’t speak Niggerbabble, but, as usual, they were making so much noise that it would have been impossible for anyone nearby to have a conversation.
I couldn’t be bothered to change carriages- anyway, why should I be obliged to move for the sake of a couple of niggers? Apart from that, I knew that they were not going all the way to my stop, as there are no nogs round there, so I just sat it out. The experience brought home to me just how fully we are justified in being NMs. I don’t like racism, and I would never use racist language to describe the Asians to whom I referred earlier. There are two main humanoid species on Earth, as I see it: human and nigger.
It’s good to see that Niggermania has attracted so many new subscribers lately. Since I joined, just a few weeks ago, it seems to be growing by the day. The word is spreading; long may it continue to do so. And thanks to all the site admins who have made it possible.