The elimination of the white population in Germany

2024 Author: Seth Attwood | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 15:55

Serious interethnic conflict is brewing on German soil

I have been living in Germany for five years - window to window - next to a psychopathic Turkish family. Psychopathic because they yell constantly. Usually from early morning, when the neighbors are still asleep. At these moments, I would like to launch an ordinary infantry grenade into the window of the Turks! It becomes an obsession, and, as my cousin Yasha explained to me, will definitely end in senile schizophrenia.

My constant partner in the game of preference, the Russian German Walter, constantly insists that so many different-tribal emigrants have been brought in that an interethnic showdown is sure to come. Then our robber-hooligan past of the criminal CIS will seem to us a sweet, pleasant old age. And that a practical person should prepare for this apocalypse today. Walter hinted to me twice that his cousin, who runs an underground drug company from Holland, has promised to arrange through his connections and sale of barrels.

In Prague, you can inexpensively stock up on everything you need for your own defense, be it a grenade launcher or a Kalash of the latest model. Walter himself decided to order a portable Israeli "Uzi", "Beretta" and two assault knives, the blades of which fly out when a secret button is pressed, striking all living things …

Ten years ago, when I drove as a Jewish refugee to measured and rich Germany, our tiny land of Saarland was quiet and smooth, and God's grace. But the prime minister of our land, in order to gain the population, preserve the post of prime minister and a huge staff of officials, brought thousands of Albanians, Africans, Roma from all over Eastern Europe to Saarland and to Saarbrücken, the main city of this land.

So a calm and serene life is not dreamed of because they multiply at the speed of ciliates and become impudent every day. These tiresome talkers - the capital's deputies and political commentators with glued smiles - longingly keep hearing about the fact that Muslim emigrants are still poorly integrated into the friendly integration field of Germany. And that this problem requires close attention of the entire public and special organizations responsible for integration in the country.

But in order to properly integrate into Germany, you have to run around like a turpentine to meetings with officials of the employment office, sit up to calluses on your butt at dreary language courses, go to preserve social benefits to work for 1 euro per hour.

The "motley" emigrants do not want this. Their task is to drag their relatives to Germany, to give birth to children, for whom "children's money" is regularly paid. For this reason, it is time for the Bundestag to order the All-German Order of Motherhood. True, there will be practically no ethnic German women on the lists for the awards. The natural and traditional female destiny to bear children and to be the keeper of the family hearth seems to them today wild and disgusting. They are busy with their careers, moreover, they do not have the highest opinion of their compatriots - ethnic Germans. And with zero fertility you will not come to the future - one road to the cemetery of history …

In the morning I have a visit to a Hautarian doctor, in our opinion, a dermatologist. I fly out into the corridor, shudder from vomiting spasms. It smells terribly of fried herring cooked with some kind of fragrant African national roots. This family from Mozambique, despite the numerous protests of the tenants of our house, the persuasion of the housemeister, with truly African stubbornness, continue to fry this disgusting herring. And their numerous offspring, noisy day and night, scattered their toys on all floors. It's time to break my legs.

Earlier in this apartment lived a nice old woman, a German pensioner, polite and clean. I could not stand such a boorish neighborhood, I moved to where there is still a small, last opportunity to live among my compatriots. So as not to see and not hear all this screaming, always chewing something horror that flooded their once calm and clean cities and towns.

At the bus stop, beefy, busty African women with baby carriages are waiting. Yes, not ordinary single, but double and triple. The noise is such that frightened crows and jackdaws have run away for a kilometer away. Turkish women in kerchiefs rolled up their carriages. The bus was taxiing into the parking lot, the doors were thrown open, and the boarding began.

Everyone who goes to the front door crowded in the narrow aisle, jabbing at the driver their travel tickets, far-cards, coupons. For the second month in our city there is a large-scale war between a private trucking company and the townspeople. Veteran emigrants told me that earlier, fifteen years ago, when Saarbrücken did not resemble an ordinary city in South Africa, it was not even required to show a travel document when entering a bus. But emigrants came in large numbers from everywhere, and the "hare" lawlessness began.

In response to these crafty intrigues of passengers, the management of the company obliged bus drivers to become controllers. But the emigrants, who went through a harsh school of survival in those places from where they came to Germany, figured out how to effectively "throw" city transport and arrange free travel for themselves. It was clearly not without Russian-Jewish brains.

Let's say someone in a family of three bought an annual card and immediately deposited a considerable amount of money. Then, after a month, this card is suddenly lost, and a new card is written out in the kunden center. You have to pay a small fine. However, the family already has two cards. And there are plenty of such cases in the city. The Germans caught themselves, realized that they were being classically fooled, installed checking machines next to the driver. Of course, the percentage of "birds with one stone" has decreased, but these additional checks of headlights, eternal traffic jams in the doors terribly irritate drivers and get on their nerves.

The machine gun responded favorably to my headlight, and I found myself in the salon, where the seats are instantly filled, and the middle platform is packed with baby carriages. I see an empty seat next to an old woman, who is frightened into the back of a chair. Most likely, this is a native German. She looks as if she lives in an occupied territory.

In one political magazine, I read the expression of a politician about the need to import immigrants: the old blood in the country should be diluted, because Germany is steadily turning into a country of old people, and the situation with the birth rate among ethnic Germans is zero.

I wonder how the Germans will look in twenty years? Perhaps the image of the blond giant Aryan, about which they raved in Hitler's Third Reich, has forever sunk into oblivion. There will be a complete "International", from which the Fuhrer would turn over in his grave.

Lonely young German women with increased sexual excitability especially liked the Africans strong in love affairs with a fabulously developed masculine nature. Rejuvenation is proceeding very successfully … That's for sure: if the Lord is going to take revenge on someone in full, then this is inevitable. And there is no doubt about it …

I manage to take an empty seat next to the old woman. An African woman plops down on the adjacent two seats, sits down next to her offspring, sucking on a lollipop. His saliva floods the floor. A few days ago, one such sweet boy threw half-eaten ice cream onto my new trousers, and his frostbitten mother did not even apologize. I take precautions: I move my knees to the side, I make terrible eyes. At this time, the mother of the little boy is talking noisily with the African women who have filled the middle platform. They scream like in a slave market. The kid is bored. He slaps his candy to my old German neighbor. She is politely indignant, and the mother squints contemptuously, and lazily pulls her completely ill-mannered child closer to her.

I notice that one place has been vacated not far from the exit. I jump up, as if stung, and deliberately step with my forty-sixth shoe size on the sandals of my mother, who was gorged on free bread. She immediately raised her hi. And the rest of the African women instantly start yelling in solidarity. I turn to them, and calmly declare: Go to hell! The magical pronunciation of the main word of the Russian mat is sobering. Once again I am convinced that our native, wonderful in many cases of life Russian swearing is familiar to all emigrants and causes them an unconscious feeling of fear. Several people on the bus smile at me in a friendly and understanding way.

A few minutes later the bus arrives at the stop in front of the train station. Passengers go to the exit. A plump African woman jumps up with a child in her arms, hurries to the exit. The offspring, smeared with sticky saliva, drops his candy on the head of some accidentally turned up passenger. Noise, screams, but these representatives of the black continent, as they say here in Ukraine, go deep to the shit. I get off at the next stop. I have to walk a block. In the first alley there is a praxis of the doctor - skinner Bernhardt, who helped me a lot in the treatment of chronic psoriasis.

An unforeseen obstacle is a gypsy gangway. We drove our posh cars to the sidewalk. None of this nomadic tribe worked for a single day in Germany. They receive only "social" and benefits for children, and they drive around in such sophisticated cars that the kings of the Russian criminal world will envy. The gypsy men crowd around the wheelbarrows, watching the gypsies, and they stick to the passers-by, shove them some dried roses for sale. Surround, climb in the face, zombie, extort money. Groups of gypsies are also operating here - they are nimble with decorative rings.

Everything is very simple, and is designed for complete fools. A young gypsy rushes to a passer-by and yells joyfully: “Friend! I found a gold ring. Take it for 30 euros! It happens that it works: these rings are made of a brass-bronze pipe, but they shine almost like gold.

My friend Walter, who has relatives in the drug business, told me that a big drug war was expected. Gypsies got into the drug business, cut prices, intercept buyers from criminal gangs of native Germans, Turks and Arabs. According to the seasoned Walter, this will surely end in a lot of blood. In the ten years that I have lived in this southern German city, the number of smoking joints with drugs, sniffing coke, injecting themselves with heroin has multiplied so much that it is no longer surprising.

When Sarkozy expelled forty gypsy camps from France, a fuss rose throughout Europe. Even this funny prophetess Novodvorskaya in distant Moscow spoke out in support of the "infrequent gypsies" and for some reason dragged the heroine of the classic opera "Carmen" into the deportation. But Carmen, as I recall, did not sell drugs, did not "sell" fake rings to passers-by and did not live on social benefits.

It is unnecessary to torment Sarkozy. Because, as there is an article in the rules of the European Union, which clearly states that if a national minority within three months does not show a desire to work, study, integrate normally, presents a serious obstacle to social services, then it should be deported from the country. After all, Europe is not a haven for all the loafers in the world.

I would be very grateful to someone who popularly explains to the Novodvorskaya home recluse, who is very far from the realities of everyday life, what the gypsies do in Russia, and how many young Orthodox souls they have killed, being active mediators in the distribution of drugs.

At the appointed time, I come to the "praxis", hand the Russian girl, who is in charge of receiving and recording patients, a medical card, informing me that I have a "term".

- Dr. Bernhard won't accept. He opened a "praxis" in Ireland, moved there with his family, - the registrar told me. - Now this "praxis" belongs to another doctor. His name is Mr. Rashid. He is originally from Morocco, studied in France, but has been living and working in Germany for the past ten years. He is considered a good specialist dermatologist. Go to the waiting room, you will be accepted by the "term".

Judging by the expression on her face, she didn't really like this replacement doctor, with whom she worked for several years, but, thank God, she was at least left in the same place. What is happening in Germany, if classy specialists - doctors, engineers, scientists, all those who have created prestige for her in the civilized world, leave their homeland forever, easily finding application of their knowledge, talents and abilities in those countries where in them interested?

Recently in the popular German newspaper "Bild" I read that last year more people left Germany than emigrants entered it. If they do not stop their brain drain, it will threaten Germany with disaster. Those who enter for the rejuvenation of senile blood and those ethnic Germans who remain will not provide such a full-fledged GDP and such an economic turnover. Then a catastrophe is coming, and the first to be affected financially and psychologically will be the recipients of social benefits. These are millions of people, and they are of no use to the real economy. The German economic and financial fairy tale, which has allowed me and millions of others to live well and calmly, comes the Ambassador. The fairy tale will become a legend, and what we will eat, where we will live, paying for our accommodation - these are realities creeping up like a hungry viper, which you feel with the trained flair of a former Soviet man who passed through the Crimea and the eye, and copper pipes.

Dr. Rashid looked a hell of a lot like the Moor Othello from Shakespeare's tragedy. In contrast to the assiduous Bernhard, he constantly ran out of the office, talking temperamentally in the hall with some people, clearly Arab in appearance. It is clear that he did not have time to see patients. I had a “term” assigned for ten o'clock in the morning. He received me at twelve, devoted five minutes, prescribed the same medicine that an intelligent German specialist had once picked up for me, who had perfect order in his “praxis”. I wasted two hours. You could just write a prescription from the girl - the receptionist. No, I'm not a walker here anymore. I will look for the same doctor - a pro as my unforgettable Bernhard was.

On the way home, I got the medicine in my usual pharmacy, went to the bus stop, intending to go home. Germany is changing literally before our eyes and clearly not for the better. About ten years ago, public transport worked like a Swiss watch, without a minute of delays. The economic crisis and internal problems affected the transport sector as well. Driving half-empty buses on city routes for a private company is tiring and ruinous. The number of buses has noticeably decreased, and sometimes you have to wait a long time, but does this really compare with the transport chaos of Ukraine or Russia? Those who visited their former homeland in the summer have fully learned the charms of Ukrainian minibuses and transport junk of Russian cities.

At the bus stop in my German city, you need to be extremely careful. Do not get close to the edge of the sidewalk. A bus going to a parking lot, or a bus leaving, may touch the mirror. For greater safety, you should often look around. Cyclists, and there are a dime a dozen of them here, have the habit of running around like crazy. And I have suffered from such unexpected meetings more than once. In flocks, or alone, homeless people wander in search of alcohol and daily bread, accompanied by hefty, aggressive dogs.

Homeless people, the lion's share of whom are ethnic Germans - alcoholics, drug addicts, victims of family troubles and showdowns, make up a pretty decent layer of outcasts in Germany today. Their number is growing every year. And it is simply impossible to imagine German cities and towns without them.

A blow to the head with an empty beer can instantly distracted me from my thoughts on sociological topics. Bank, plopping with a clang on the asphalt, rolled to the machine for one-time tickets. A group of Albanian teenagers, loudly and cheerfully discussing the well-aimed blow of their comrade, paraded through the bus parking, heading to the city park. Their leader paused and, blinking insolently, waited for my reaction. I wanted to show myself in front of the local young sluts who are constantly present among the Albanian youth, often receiving a cruel beat from them. I have seen these scenes, where Albanian migrants bring up ethnic German teenagers in their own spirit, more than once …

I pretended to be looking far into the distance, and did not give this little animal a reason to attack me with a friendly gang and turn me into an invalid. I do not know which of the German statesmen came up with the idea to bring the Albanians to Germany. They have a place to live: even in Kosovo, even in the homeland of their ancestors - Albania. Albanians are not going to smoothly integrate into German culture, economy and culture, as the luminaries of German integration dream about. For their bulk, study and work are occupations not worthy of real men. If they are smoothly and integrate, then only into the German prison system. They are already terrifying the population of German cities and towns. But when there are several times more of them, it will be a serious problem. In their criminal exploits, they will surpass the Turks, who are still leading in the scale of crime in Germany. A policeman I know told me this in great secret. He is originally from Kazakhstan, but passed all tests and checks, and was accepted into the city police.

Recently, a film was broadcasted on cable TV, in which a middle-aged ethnic German accidentally witnessed in one of the German cities a gang of adult Albanians attacking, at a later time, an elderly passerby, beating and robbing him. And the main character of the film, instead of modestly dropping his eyes, pretending that this did not concern him, on his own initiative went to the "policerevir". Gave witness testimony and pointed out the culprit for identification.

From that day on, nightmares began for him in the most democratic country in Europe, as everyone loves to dignify Germany. Throughout the film, two brutalized and completely unpunished Albanians mocked the elderly German, and all his trips to the police ended in vain. But the hero of the film was brought up in such a way that he could not go against his conscience and withdraw his statement. He was terrorized daily by the Albanians living in the city. The best way out for him was to quit his job, sell his house and move to another land. But he chose the path of a real man. I bought a revolver on the black market and in the next arrival of the tormentors shot one of them in the leg at the moment when he decided to tickle his victim with a knife.

These two thugs, insolent from impunity, devouring German bread, looked like babies soaked in fear.

The film is fictional, but as it was indicated in the credits, a real story served as the basis for its creation.

Among ethnic Germans, this film received a lot of responses. I believe that he became the forerunner of the case of Dr. Thilo Sarrazin, who published a book entitled: "Germany - Self-Destruction, or How We Put Our Country at stake."In principle, a distant descendant of militant Muslims who are constantly at war with Christians for hegemony in Europe, who absorbed German culture and mentality with mother's milk, Dr. Thilo Sarrazin told the bitter truth.