I confess I want to be a nigger farmer. As a white man, I'm tired of all this pale mocha nonsense being passed off as 'ebony'.
I want to preserve the pure nigger race, and supply to the discerning nigger lover.
Whether you want to slice off a juicy steak from the living rump and fry it on a block of granite at 500 degrees at your table while the still-living animal watches, or watch your wife or sister made airtight by a trio of 10" x 4" nigger cocks - I will provide.
Pale white meat will always be with us - if we don't act, the real nigger may soon be extinct.
Racists - examine your feelings. You don't want them gone - you want to control them.
Let me farm them, breed them, distribute them. Everyone wins.
