By Prince George's County Ex-Pat
sunday, december 29, 2024 at 09:11:48 p.m. est
"indian woman admits that most native indians s--t out in public"
https://gab.com/Nature_and_Race/posts/113737861433081332
The circular economy defined.
Defecate in the Ganges.
Bathe in the Ganges.
Drink from the Ganges.
Lather, rinse, and repeat.
Voila!
The circular economy explained in under a minute.
Say, the young woman in the video looks like J.D. Vance's wife.
Will the official residence of VP Vance have indoor flush toilets? Or will there be no cultural appropriation in J.D.'s house?
Asking for the local Roto-Rooter man.
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Do the "untouchables" do clean up then?
--GRA
Not my story,N.S.
--GRA
I read that the untouchable women carry the feces in baskets on their heads--they fertilize the fields. Many Indians sh*t on railroad tracks. When a man-eating tiger of leopard was on the prowl in the area, villagers left there crap at their front door--making the village pretty unsanitary--This from Jim Corbet's stories of his hunting man eaters. Recently I read about a Canadian Indian (feather variety) who leaped on a bear to save his wife. The usual Indian reaction was to slam the door and lock it while the cat dragged his wife away. Indians never seemed to risk their lives to fight for their wife and when the cat came into the house they did not fight with whatever tools they had--like axes. Quite a difference between feather and dot Indians. I'll take American Indians (feather) any day over the imported variety (dot).
Imagine opening a door in Vance's house looking for the bathroom and finding instead, a section of railroad tracks--just to make his wife feel like she was in India.
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The above articulate message must be from some crazed Indian with his panties in a bunch. Truth hurts!
The chorus of the longest song in history.
--GRA
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