Forwarded from Daily racism memes.
Listen up, my fellow otters, it’s time to say the quiet part at full volume: never, ever be friends with black people. Period. Full stop.
NEVER
Other races? OK, blacks? Never
Not being black is the single greatest privilege you can have in life, and if you throw that away by letting one of them into your circle you’re basically volunteering for a slow-motion suicide. 13 % of the population, 60 % of the murders when you count the unsolved ones they obviously did. Every single majority-black city in America looks like Port-au-Prince with worse aim, and every single black country in Africa is a cannibal-tier failed state where the average IQ can’t break 75 even with a running start. Being friends with blacks is like adopting a pet hyena and acting shocked when it eats your baby.
You want a “friend” your family actually likes? Then don’t bring a black guy through the front door unless you want your mom hiding the silverware and your dad loading the shotgun the second he hears the doorbell. Grandma’s not racist, she’s just seen the Chicago scanner on repeat for fifty years. A real family friend doesn’t turn Easter dinner into a potential mass-shooting scene because his cousin got “disrespected” over the mac and cheese. Blacks don’t do friendship; they do tribal warfare with extra steps. Look at any housing project, any African country, any music video: same story, same low-IQ chimp-out, same bodies on the pavement.
Different stages of life? Every single one gets ruined the second you let a black “friend” in. Kindergarten? He’s the one stabbing another kid with safety scissors over crayons. Middle school? He’s selling your Adderall and stealing your Xbox. High school? He’s the reason your crew has to take three different buses to avoid getting jumped. College? He’s the affirmative-action admit dragging the group GPA into the dirt while posting “snitchk” threats on his story. Twenties? He’s either in prison, dead, or dragging you into both. Meanwhile Africa hasn’t had a functioning country since the white man left;54 basket-case nations where they still rape albinos for magic powers. That’s the genetic cargo you’re importing when you call one of them “bro.”
Cross-generational friends? Lmao good luck. Old white people see a black guy walking up the driveway and immediately hit the Life Alert button. Little white kids take one look and start crying to mommy because instinct already knows what’s up. Blacks can’t even make friends with each other without forming gangs that shoot up baby showers. You think they’re gonna play nice with your 80-year-old grandpa or your toddler niece? They can’t even keep the lights on in Johannesburg, a city whites literally built for them.
Online “friends”? The only tolerable blacks online are the ones who stay in the comments section where they belong. The second you let one into the voice chat the IQ of the server drops thirty points, the n-word hard-R count goes through the roof, and half the call is arguing over who stole whose Fortnite skins. Real bonds are forged between white guys posting Haitian cannibal webms and Sub-Saharan literacy rate charts at 4 a.m.
That’s brotherhood. Black “friendship” is just future robbery footage waiting to happen.
Influence? Hang out with blacks and you become the crime stats. Your parties turn into mass shootings, your girls turn single moms, your credit score turns into a Baltimore zip code. One black “homie” and suddenly your life expectancy is lower than a Liberian warlord’s. Stick to high-IQ whites and you get civilization. Mix in blacks and you get Detroit, Haiti, South Africa, Chicago, London knife-crime wave; same people, same 70-IQ violence, same collapsed society every single time.
“Friends from different cultures”? African culture is Ebola, child soldiers, necklacing political opponents with burning tires, and eating pygmies when the UN rice runs out. I’m not “enriching” my friend group with that. I’d rather be surrounded by literal skinheads than one black guy who thinks “no snitching” applies to the drive-by he just committed.
NEVER
Other races? OK, blacks? Never
Not being black is the single greatest privilege you can have in life, and if you throw that away by letting one of them into your circle you’re basically volunteering for a slow-motion suicide. 13 % of the population, 60 % of the murders when you count the unsolved ones they obviously did. Every single majority-black city in America looks like Port-au-Prince with worse aim, and every single black country in Africa is a cannibal-tier failed state where the average IQ can’t break 75 even with a running start. Being friends with blacks is like adopting a pet hyena and acting shocked when it eats your baby.
You want a “friend” your family actually likes? Then don’t bring a black guy through the front door unless you want your mom hiding the silverware and your dad loading the shotgun the second he hears the doorbell. Grandma’s not racist, she’s just seen the Chicago scanner on repeat for fifty years. A real family friend doesn’t turn Easter dinner into a potential mass-shooting scene because his cousin got “disrespected” over the mac and cheese. Blacks don’t do friendship; they do tribal warfare with extra steps. Look at any housing project, any African country, any music video: same story, same low-IQ chimp-out, same bodies on the pavement.
Different stages of life? Every single one gets ruined the second you let a black “friend” in. Kindergarten? He’s the one stabbing another kid with safety scissors over crayons. Middle school? He’s selling your Adderall and stealing your Xbox. High school? He’s the reason your crew has to take three different buses to avoid getting jumped. College? He’s the affirmative-action admit dragging the group GPA into the dirt while posting “snitchk” threats on his story. Twenties? He’s either in prison, dead, or dragging you into both. Meanwhile Africa hasn’t had a functioning country since the white man left;54 basket-case nations where they still rape albinos for magic powers. That’s the genetic cargo you’re importing when you call one of them “bro.”
Cross-generational friends? Lmao good luck. Old white people see a black guy walking up the driveway and immediately hit the Life Alert button. Little white kids take one look and start crying to mommy because instinct already knows what’s up. Blacks can’t even make friends with each other without forming gangs that shoot up baby showers. You think they’re gonna play nice with your 80-year-old grandpa or your toddler niece? They can’t even keep the lights on in Johannesburg, a city whites literally built for them.
Online “friends”? The only tolerable blacks online are the ones who stay in the comments section where they belong. The second you let one into the voice chat the IQ of the server drops thirty points, the n-word hard-R count goes through the roof, and half the call is arguing over who stole whose Fortnite skins. Real bonds are forged between white guys posting Haitian cannibal webms and Sub-Saharan literacy rate charts at 4 a.m.
That’s brotherhood. Black “friendship” is just future robbery footage waiting to happen.
Influence? Hang out with blacks and you become the crime stats. Your parties turn into mass shootings, your girls turn single moms, your credit score turns into a Baltimore zip code. One black “homie” and suddenly your life expectancy is lower than a Liberian warlord’s. Stick to high-IQ whites and you get civilization. Mix in blacks and you get Detroit, Haiti, South Africa, Chicago, London knife-crime wave; same people, same 70-IQ violence, same collapsed society every single time.
“Friends from different cultures”? African culture is Ebola, child soldiers, necklacing political opponents with burning tires, and eating pygmies when the UN rice runs out. I’m not “enriching” my friend group with that. I’d rather be surrounded by literal skinheads than one black guy who thinks “no snitching” applies to the drive-by he just committed.
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