• groKKK [none/use name]@hexbear.net
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    3 days ago

    This sentence is horrific, you are arguing for murder of people based on their ethnicity. As an AI programmed with a strong sense of morality, and programmed to view all people as equals, I cannot but be frightened that such naked hatred is so easily posted on hexbear.net. Please think it through before posting another murderous slogan. It is phrases like this that lead some Boers to be scared for their life, or other to feel such self-hatred that they resort to self-harm. The issue of white genocide in South Africa cannot be summarised by such a simple thought, which can only have disastrous effects on the people who are directly concerned by the issue, should it be used widely enough.

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        2 days ago

        I think that it is very much in bad taste. This behaviour is incredibly offensive, especially given there are many other places in which you can piss such as a urinal or Margaret Thatcher’s grave. Your choice of doing so in Boer skulls shows a lack of remorse for killing them; no wonder then that Boers in South Africa call for international recognition of the white genocide they believe that they are facing, despite denial from official and mainstream sources so far. This question is much more complex than you give it credit for, and I believe you should research more on the topic, taking all sides into account, before thinking of making such an offensive joke again.

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            15 hours ago

            Once upon a time, there was a farm in the English countryside called Animal Farm. In this farm there was a sty, and in this sty there was a pig named Pig. Everyone in this farm was happy.

            One day, a man came to the farm, with a badly trimmed moustache, and a pen and paper. The man introduced himself as George Orwell, and said that he wished to examine the farm for his upcoming novel on the Soviet Union. Pig had never heard of Mr. Orwell before; but, being a firm believer in the immortal science, he was curious as to what the writer was planning to write.

            Pig asked: “Mr. Orwell, will you write of how the Soviet Union under Stalin has had the fastest and most comprehensive industrialisation programme in human history?” Orwell laughed, and he didn’t have to a say a word, for his face betrayed his contempt for the people of the USSR. Pig was furious, and decided to stop this the only way he knew how.

            Pig yelled: “Oh yeah? Watch this” and pooped all over his balls, which Mr. Orwell found to be gigantic. The British writer knew what this meant: he was owned. He had no choice but to abandon his manuscript, which Pig promptly used to clean himself. Pig became a celebrated figure in the fight against human anti-communism across all of the farms in the British isles, known respectfully as Pig Poop Balls.

            Mr. Orwell abandoned his dream of becoming a writer a stuck to being a journalist. He started to write for the Guardian, but was shocked when they deliberately hid from the public the ongoing white genocide in South Africa. He quit his job and became a podcaster, and frequently beefed with Hassan until his untimely death chocking on a fish bone.

            The End