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The time and place that my dad grew up there wasn't much opportunity for a young man to make a decent living. He joined the army. Growing up the way he did, in the place he did, they had no way of knowing that the filthy jews were doing all the crap that they were doing. I mean, how would he have known? Was the deer and squirrels supposed to tell him? The Only "news" they got was what the filthy jews wanted people to get.

The only battle he ever fought in was the barracks fight between the White men and the niggers. As soon as the fight broke out he went straight for the nigger that was always bragging about being the best boxer in the world. My dad was fast with the fists. After he knocked that nigger under a bunk the nig stayed there. So dad got to watch some of the other guys fighting.
The biggest White man grabbed the biggest nigger and had already beat the shit out of it. Dad said the White guy would pick the ape up and slam him down on a foot locker. Then he would bend down and listen to see if the nigger was still breathing. Then he would say, "die nigger", and pick him up and slam him down again.
Dad said that two years later when he left the jiggaboo was still in the hospital and had never regained consciousness.
I would have loved to have watched that.

I hate all these retarded holidays.

Not the same for me now knowing the truth

Today is a holiday?