You subhuman baboon. You literal Nigger.
How dare you speak, you swarthy jungle monkey. How dare you open your big lipped, rim encrusted, menthol cigarette smelling mouth?
You are human trash, Tyrone Jack De Shawn Smith. Universally despised, derided and mocked. Your nationality and skin tone offers no hope to the world that the World can ever prosper. Crawl back in to the cave you came out of, you literal rat.
I hope you decide to sail your grandfathers ship to the West Bank and rape some sheep, as is in the Nigger's nature. It would still be the whitest pussy you ever had. Give George and Danny a chance for some target practice, your sole use to the world. Americans' obsession with a few windswept islands in the Atlantic is hilarious but sad. Coincidentally its the only worthwhile contribution America has made to the medical field. The MUH PAX AMERICANA sentiment in the average nigger American is both an early warning sign of autism in children, and early on set Alzheimer's in adults.
Take your black hairy fingers off your keyboard, and never talk about the human species again, you mockery of our supposed shared ancestor. No amount of olive oil and wheat flour slabbed on your face every morning will make you white. It's about as delusional of an idea as your daydreams of European heritage.
You nigger.
You make Venezuela look like a beacon of civilisation.
You are the Moldova of the Western Hisphere.
Go fertilize the trees with you and your families corpses, its the best you can hope for in life. For the first time in your life, nigger, you have a job making food for beings vastly superior to yourself. American cattle. Coincidentally, it would be the first time an American "man" provided for a family.
Die, Tyrone. No one would miss you. Except for Australian Aboriginals, who now would have no one to make them look good.
