Why Are We Here?/ZE QUEEN OF CROISSANTS REQUIRES MORE WINE
May 7th, 2012 by Unamused
Why are we here? What is the purpose of la Park d’Unamusement?
Yes, I do enjoy a nice slutty forest faerie.
Anyway, if you must know, the purpose of la Park d’Unamusement is
- to help you talk about race
- because we want people to wake up
- to the color of crime,
- especially racially motivated violence against Whites
- (and general hatred of White people,
- not mention the a**holes and cretins who propagate said hatred),
- including the ongoing epidemic of Black-on-White mob violence,
- so that people can defend themselves
- and stop being afraid of being called “racist”
- just because they notice human biodiversity.
That’s it. That’s all. The rest is inessential.
I don’t care to save the whales, I don’t care if the market fails. I don’t care to end the Fed, I don’t care if Goober’s dead. I don’t care why the Confederates lost, I don’t care about the Holocaust. I don’t care about banning porn, I don’t care where Obama was born. I don’t care for peace and quiet, I don’t care about your paleo diet. I don’t care about school prayer, I don’t care if divorce law’s unfair, I don’t care if you don’t care, and I don’t care if — look out, a bear!
It’s right over there.
Amongst the pears.
Gratuitous French Girl: Un éclair!
Unamused: Don’t encourage her, she’s been in the wine ever since Hollande won.
Gratuitous French Girl: Allons enfants de la patrie — hic! — le jour de gloire est arrivé — hic! — contre nous de la tyrannie — hic! —
Unamused: Okay, mon petit soldat. Bedtime.
Gratuitous French Girl: It is not my bedtime! I am ze — hic! — de les… croissants. I ‘ave USURPED you, you silly — hic! — pear. Ze croissants must flow! Flow, I say! Tra la — hic! — la!
Euh… so tired. Hic!
Unamused: Hush now. Here is your favorite toy otter. See? In his little Waffen SS uniform?
Gratuitous French Girl: … mmmmm… ze otters… ils mangent mes croissants… ah, les croissants… comme je t’aime… zzzzzzz…
Thus ends the glorious reign of the Queen of Croissants: not with a bang, but with… um, an otter, I suppose.