DigitalWiking
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So if I come from the 14 words server who do I speak to?
I would watch an interview with these guys, plus supporting smaller content creators in SA is always good.
oof
wtf
>converting all of your real life friends to right wing extremism
COLONISED
The Stranger within my gate,
He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk--
I cannot feel his mind.
I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,
But not the soul behind.
The men of my own stock,
They may do ill or well,
But they tell the lies I am wanted to,
They are used to the lies I tell;
And we do not need interpreters
When we go to buy or sell.
The Stranger within my gates,
He may be evil or good,
But I cannot tell what powers control--
What reasons sway his mood;
Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
Shall repossess his blood.
The men of my own stock,
Bitter bad they may be,
But, at least, they hear the things I hear,
And see the things I see;
And whatever I think of them and their likes
They think of the likes of me.
This was my father's belief
And this is also mine:
Let the corn be all one sheaf--
And the grapes be all one vine,
Ere our children's teeth are set on edge
By bitter bread and wine.
Rudyard Kipling
by Rudyard Kipling
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy -- willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.
Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.
THE SONG OF THE WHITE MEN
(1899) by Rudyard Kipling
Now this is the cup the White Men drink
When they go to right a wrong,
And that is the cup of the old world's hate โ
Cruel and stained and strong.
We have drunk that cup โ and a bitter, bitter cup โ
And tossed the dregs away.
But well for the world when the White Men drink
To the dawn of the White Man's day!
Now this is the road that the White Men tread
When they go to clean a land โ
Iron underfoot and levin overhead
And the deep on either hand.
We have trod that road โ and a wet and windy road โ
Our chosen star for guide.
Oh, well for the world when the White Men tread
Their highway side by side!
Now, this is the faith that the White Men hold
When they build their homes afar โ
"Freedom for ourselves and freedom for our sons
And, failing freedom, War."
We have proved our faith โ bear witness to our faith,
Dear souls of freemen slain!
Oh, well for the world when the White Men join
To prove their faith again!
No
It's ironic
This is normal
Ramaphosa laughing
Werwolf
You get to shoot americans AND break the geneva convention
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