>I’ve seen horrors… horrors that you haven’t seen. But you have no right to call me a Racist. It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. >I remember when I was with Special Forces in Mumbai. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into apartments to check visas. We left, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn’t see. We went back there and they had stacked 50 Indians in a two bed apartment. There they were in a pile. A pile of little Indians. And I remember… I… I… I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn’t know what I wanted to do.>And then I realized… like I was SHAT… like I was shat with a diamond poopcake right through my forehead. And I thought: My God… the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that they were not humans. These were men… trained scammers. These men who lusted with their cocks, who had no social cues, who were filled with inferiority complex and izzat… but they had the strength… the strength… to do that. >If I could arrange ten FIFA World Cups in a row here and show the world who they are, our troubles over the infatuation of importing them would be over very quickly. You have to show Indians who act human… and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to shit and scam and rape and car crash without feeling… without passion… without judgment… without judgment. Because it’s judgment that defeats us.”
