It's a Wonderful Race (NeoSpeech Julie, With C.C.) (Part 2 of 3)


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Transcript:
Let's walk over to the great pyramids of Egypt right now and I'll show you one of the great
wonders of the world ...built by non-Whites"
They walked a few miles before George stopped and asked where the nearest toilet was. "Toilets?"
replied the angel. There are no toilets or urinals in this world. Plumbing was developed
by evil Europeans. The people in this non-White world still relieve themselves in open fields."
Gabriel turned around so George could do his business. "I need some toilet paper." George
said.
"Toilet paper?" replied the angel. "There..."
"I know. I know. Toilet paper hasn't been invented yet. Just hand me a rag then".
Gabriel obliged and the two of them went on their way.
"I don't understand. According to my recollections from Geography class, the great pyramids should
be near this very spot. We ought to be able to see them from miles away," said George.
"Well, George, I'm sure your professors at the college never told you this, but the ancient
Egyptians were not black or brown. They were Caucasians. The anthropologists who examined
the Egyptian mummies confirmed this fact. There are no pyramids and no Sphinx either.
And the Carthaginians were white too."
George became depressed, but he was determined to prove his beliefs. "What's in Europe?"
he asked.
"Europe became populated by Huns and other Asiatic tribes. They've settled down a bit
but life is much the same as it is in North America. A nomadic existence based on hunting
and food gathering. No great cities, no science, no buildings, no culture, no fine art – just
a hard daily struggle against life and the elements of nature. In a Europe without evil
Whites, the Roman Empire never existed nor did the Greeks. There was no Renaissance either."
"Take me to Asia then. Surely the great civilizations of Persia, India, China, and Japan will suit
me" George said. "Gabriel, to the Taj Mahal please."
"The Taj Mahal?" replied the angel. "Don't you know that the ancient Persian and Indian
civilizations were established by ancient Indo-European tribes who crossed the Himalayas?
They are the ones who civilized India and built the Taj Mahal. Those are the great civilizations
that Marco Polo, Columbus, and others were searching for. Did you know that Iran is Persian
for "land of the Aryan?"
George said: "Don't tell me that the Indians were White men! That can't be. In the world
I came from, I knew many Indians and they were not White!"
Gabriel explained: "As the centuries passed, the Indo-Europeans who created Indian civilization
intermarried with the native majorities who populated the Indian subcontinent. Gradually
there were less and less evil White people until they faded out completely, along with
the advanced civilization they had built. You will notice that there are still a few
white-skinned and fair-haired Indians and Pakistanis around today -- in the world you
came from that is.
George became worried. He knew he could never fit into the harsh primitive world he had
been thrust into. Suddenly he thought of Japan. "Japan! I'll show you now Gabriel. Take me
to Japan. If the Japanese can make TVs and cameras then I'm sure I'll find a decent civilization
that I can live in."
Gabriel transported George to Japan. George observed that Japanese society was the most
orderly, advanced and civil that he had seen, but it seemed as if almost everyone was a
rice farmer, a fisherman, or a soldier. There were no cars, no skyscapers, no lights, no
stereos, no sciences, no technologies, and no universities. It was a stagnant agricultural
society that seemed to have reached its high water mark and was incapable of moving forward.
George knew he could not live here either.
Gabriel explained to George: "Even the industrious Japanese and Chinese peoples had to rely on
the evil Europeans to build the modern Asia that you had in mind. In this world, Japan
exists exactly as it did before Commodore Perry's American naval ships arrived in Japan
in the 1850s. There's no industry, no technology, no Fuji film, no Sony, no Hitachi, no Panasonic,
no Toyota, no Sushi bars, no baseball...none of the trappings or comforts of modern life.
These things don't exist in Japan or anywhere else because Europeans weren't there to create
them and share them with the rest of the world. Would you care for a bowl of rice George?"
George began to feel sick in both his body and his mind. Not only was he depressed, but
exposure to the harsh elements of nature had left him physically ill. "Gabriel, I seem
to have contracted some type of sickness. I must have some anti-biotics."
"Anti-biotics? There's no...
"Oh shut up already! Then just take me back to the world as it was!"
"Sorry George. I'm not authorized to do that. Only my boss can make that call."
Gabriel said to him: "You see George. Your father was right. You really had a wonderful
race. Don't you see what a foolish mistake it is to be ashamed and guilty about your
own people, and to let them die out? This is what the world would be like without the
creative spark of Edison and Ford and Pasteur and Marconi. No great scientists, or mathematicians,
or inventors or fine artists. No Archimedes, no Aristotle, no Socrates, no Alexander, no
Renaissance, no Newton, no Kepler, no Goddard, no Mendel, no Tesla, no Faraday, no Guttenberg,
no Shakespeare, no Dickens, no Twain, no Mozart, no Beethoven, no Davinci, no Michelangelo,
no Galileo, no Copernicus. No Venice, no Paris, no Lisbon, no Madrid, no Zurich, no Berlin,
no St. Petersburg, no Budapest, no Rome, no Milan, no Vienna, no London, no New York,
no Rio, no Sydney. No orchestras, no museums, no universities, no hospitals, no libraries,
no theaters, no radio, no books, no television, no electricity, no refrigeration, no heating,
no plumbing, no houses, no steel, no stadiums, no vaccines, no cars, no planes, no trains,
no ships, no dentists, no surgeons, no computers, no telephones, and most important - there's
no creative genius to be found that could create and sustain such a high level of civilization.
There's nothing for the people of this world to build upon. It's just a daily struggle
for subsistence. It’s a brutal planet where the few people who aren't mired in eternal
ignorance and darkness have reached their peak of civilization and are advancing no
further."
Gabriel went on to lecture the broken and depressed young man for seven days straight.
He covered everything. History, science, economics, philosophy, art, literature, fine music, architecture,
medicine, politics, agriculture, religion, and all the creations and contributions that
the European peoples had made in every conceivable field of human endeavor. George listened closely
to every word. He felt like a man who had been reborn.
After his lecture, Gabriel the Angel floated away towards heaven. "I hope you have found
all this to be educational, and I hope you have learned an important lesson. Enjoy your
world, George!" mocked the departing angel.
George began to sob like a baby. It was the year 2003 and he was alone and hungry in a
backwards world where Europeans had never existed. He cried out to the stars: "Please
God. I see what a fool I've been. I understand now what my father was trying to tell me.
I want to go back to the world that I came from. A world where Europeans not only existed,
but blessed the rest of humanity world with their unique creative ability. I want to live
in a civilized world. Please God!...take me back!...take me back!...Oh God....please."
Suddenly George was transported back to his college dormitory. Drunk with joy, George
jumped into the showers before he could even take his clothes off!
"Warm water, and soap! Life is beautiful!" he screamed.
George's roommates looked at him as if he was crazy. "George! Have you gone crazy?"
asked a bewildered schoolmate.
"No, my friends, I haven't taken leave of my senses. I've come to them!" George replied.
George then began to sing classic European folk songs in the shower. Miraculously, he
was able to sing in many different languages. He sang O Sole Mio in Italian, Amazing Grace
in English, Gloire Immortelle in French, Das Ist Der Tag in German, and also Belgian, Spanish
and French ballads and waltzes. Tears of sheer joy began to stream down his cheeks. The degenerate
music of hip-hop and rap lost all of its appeal to young George.
After his shower, George drove to a nearby restaurant and ordered two whole entrees.
One was Lasagna and the other was a delicious veal marsala. With his Italian food he had
a Greek salad with Spanish olives and Russian dressing, drank a whole bottle of French wine,
followed by a German pastry for dessert. He finished his meal off with a hot cup of English
tea and a Cuban cigar.
George said out loud: "Oh, those European peoples and their delicious cuisine. Gabriel
was right after all. What a wonderful race!"
George was happy, but at the same time he realized there was much work to be done. He
thought of all those poor whites in Rhodesia and South Africa who were being murdered and
raped ever since they gave up control of those once-European nations. He thought of the many
thousands of qualified Whites who were passed up for good jobs and college entrance because
of racial quotas that discriminate against Europeans. He thought about the declining
birthrates among all the European nations of the world. He remembered that Europeans
everywhere were dwindling in numbers every year even as their own nations were being
flooded with third world immigration. He recalled the O.J. Simpson verdict and how millions
of blacks in America cheered when that brutal double murderer was set free by a black jury
after he stabbed two Whites to death. He remembered the Los Angeles riots of 1992, where dozens
of Whites were dragged out of their vehicles and killed like dogs in the streets by packs
of White-hating monsters who were never even punished! He remembered the time when Jesse
Jackson led a cheer at Stanford University: "Hey Hey, Ho Ho, Western Civ. has got to go!"
His European blood began to boil in righteous indignation when he recalled how Jesse Jackson
once said he had spit in White people's food when he was a young restaurant worker. George
now understood that that his people were on a collision course with worldwide disaster
and genocide. George realized that this great people must not perish from the face of the
earth.
George could not wait to see his father. He longed to embrace him and apologize for all
of the foolish and disrespectful things he had said to him. But first, George had a score
to settle with a certain college professor. He walked into Dr. Silverstein's auditorium
and quietly took a seat in the back row. The nasal voiced Silverstein was lecturing on
and on about racial and gender inequalities in European-centered civilizations. It was
vintage Silverstein. George's impressionable White schoolmates, with their baggy pants,
hip-hop clothes and backwards baseball caps, were
swallowing Silverstein's poison pills hook, line and sinker. After letting Silverstein
spew his cultural poison for about 15 minutes or so, George raised his hand so that he could
give the professor a piece of his newly educated mind.
"George? Is that you? I remember you from last semester. I wasn't aware that you were
here today. I failed to recognize you in that shirt and tie, and without your earrings.
You must have enjoyed my course so much that you signed up again eh? Class, I'd like for
you to meet George. He was one of my brightest students last semester. He truly has a thorough
grasp of the ideas presented in this course. George, would you be so kind as to tell my
class about that brilliant term paper you wrote about European racism, imperialism,
and the need for monetary reparations?"
That's when young George let loose on the unsuspecting Professor.
"ENOUGH! You scheming devil! You mendacious fabricator of falsehoods! You pusillanimous
purveyor of pinko propaganda! How dare you try to corrupt and manipulate our young minds
when your filthy lies. We Europeans have nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to apologize for,
and everything to be proud of. And most of all, we don't owe anybody jack-**** - not
one thin dime! To the contrary, it is the rest of humanity that owes us a debt which
can never be repaid! We are the rightful heirs and protectors of a rich cultural heritage.
You vile manipulator! We are the sons of the Romans, the sons of the Greeks, the Celtics,
the Vikings, the Normans, the Saxons. Why do you inflict shame and guilt upon us? We
Europeans didn't just contribute to civilization...WE ARE CIVILIZATION! And I declare that I will
no longer tolerate you ****head "intellectuals" trying to tear our people down. Never again
will we walk on eggshells when we speak, always fearing that we might be called "racist."
I no longer care what people think. All that matters is the truth which you have sought
to pervert!"
"What are you up to anyway? Why do you to corrupt my young peers by shoving false heroes
down their throats. Enough of your Marxist games of divide and conquer, you commie pinko
subversive! I don't want to learn anymore about Martin Luther King, Jesse Jackson, Al
Sharpton or Black History Month. They would not have amounted to anything without the
institutions of high civilization created by the European peoples. I'm going to set
this class straight about who the truly great men of history are – the European statesmen,
scientists, explorers, monarchs, navigators, conquerors, inventors, artists, writers, philosophers
- the innovative giants of history that you and your ilk have erased from our collective
memories. You speak of a world liberated from European influence? Permit me tell your students
about such a world, Silverstein, because I can speak from personal experience, you wretched
little conspiring monster!"