Since all human life started in Africa, everybody’s got some nigga in them somewhere, but if Skip Gates is to be trusted – and I know, I’m putting myself way out into the water with that one – then at the very least, 3-4% of all white people that identify primarily as European in origin have had an African ancestor within the last 10 generations and you know what? if I were a White Nationalist, that would be just a little too close for comfort to me!
So here’s what I’d do:
First, before I gave you a flag or a banner or a sticker or a badge or whatever it is those fucks carry or wear, I’d submit all would-be White Nationalists and Supremacists to DNA testing.
I’d determine what was an acceptable amount of Black blood – if any – before I’d allow you to hate niggers right along side the rest of us.
Second, since feminism and women’s rights are another bugaboo for our movement, I’d make sure you were self-sufficient before you joined.
That’s right, you’d have to have a job and be living on your own.
If it could be proven that your existence was still reliant upon support from home; which too many times if not every time, means support from mom, then how could I trust that your motivations were you own when your purse strings were still at the mercy of a woman?
Third, just to make sure there’s no “recessive” stuff going on and it’s well known that Africa’s Congo, with an average of 7.1 inches, has the biggest penises on the planet, I’d make mandatory erect penis testing, automatically prohibiting anyone with a penis longer than 6 inches, and also giving me the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone because I’d have a very attractive homosexual male doing the testing.
And the gag is, if you could get an erection while our tester used his hands, mouth and/or ass to prompt you, then you’d be summarily excluded from our ranks, as it is well known that, despite our filming the whole process, we as White Nationalists are totally opposed to homosexuality.
If our tester failed to “move the needle” as it were, we’d just show you this, which would certainly do the trick:
Finally, after it’s been determined that your penis is indeed small enough, your percentage of Black blood low enough and you’re financially self-sufficient, I’d, perhaps like Tyler Durden in Fight Club using lye and a kiss, mark or brand you in some permanent way.
Literally exhausted from complaints that Black people, whether or not they love, hate or are indifferent to their own Blackness, still have to walk around with Black skin all the time while we White Nationalist, when we chose, can lose our robes, stickers, banners and tags and blend in with the rest of white people everywhere, I would make this bold move for the sake of eternal identification.
No more 1/2 way White Nationalists!
You’re either all in or all out.
And while some might argue that publicly branding yourself as active member of a White Nationalist group would be socio-political suicide, I’d argue that closet sympathizers absolute abound!
And you’d be literally shocked where and from whom you found support!
The only place your determined inclusion into a group of all-white, self-sufficient men with confirmed small penises might not go over too well would be the dating scene.