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The New Religion of the Old Enemy [Updated]

by Vanderleun on June 3, 2020

The new religion https://t.co/4NstoOe0EI

— Tim Pool (@Timcast) June 2, 2020

A bunch of folks who are hoping they will be eaten last.

Dear white people in America

You do not owe me or anyone else a damn thing just because our skin is darker than yours

You are not responsible for what happened hundreds of years ago

Stop getting on your knees and apologizing for stuff you had nothing to do with

— Black Flag Army Memes 🏴 💀 (@BlackFlagArmy10) June 3, 2020

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Skorpion June 3, 2020, 7:12 PM

Said it before, will say it again:
Anglosphere Progressivism is a religion for people who don’t believe in God.

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orcadrvr June 4, 2020, 7:23 AM

That is one of the creepiest things I have ever seen.
After watching that, I have concluded that their DNA must be different than mine. I cannot under any circumstances imagine myself doing that. It is best to regard them as being in the throes of religious fervor, like Skorpion mentioned above.
You can’t reason with those people, they don’t think. They are impervious to logic or rationality.

Are they the majority of our countrymen?

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Nobody Atall June 4, 2020, 10:49 AM

That’s what you get when you kill G-d.

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