The wrong help I gave to immigrants

[Satanic Path]

As a younger boy I did help the wrong people.
I gave money to immigrants, as they were everywhere, even when I felt "not safe" and when they looked at me in a "cold" way, like not even "human".
There was a time I cried, after helping one (muslim), because he said a cruel thing.
After that, I stopped, few years later I came here, and now I simply don't do it anymore.
I'm paying you for some food, not for cocaine.
Now I just don't like the idea of them not only here, but also ruining us, and turning white women into slaves.

I pretended to see everyone as "good" even when around many of them, I felt very nervous, as I did already know what their god was all about, since the day I was slapped in the face by one of them, when I was like 6. I was going to my friend's house, he thought I was a thief (for God's sake, look at yourself) and started screaming at me. And then they should not be here, because they are not "healthy" and are not just travelling.
When they're around, it feels like "wrong", and then I just worry for women coming with me, no matter how old they are. They rape anyone and everyone.

Not to talk about that time where I almost got punched in the face by one of them for telling everyone "hey that black men took a little bag with cocaine from a bush in front of me, call someone"
You know, a tall man, almost beating a newborn (compared to this giant, I was)
It really was that, and I still don't understand how you can do such things in plain view, in front of children (we were at the sea with school, and we had our place, which was also where they put their things).

And there were these Rom women with their skinny children outside hospitals, and I would ask my parents money to give them or to buy them food...I did not know that it was just a trap.
My mother always tells me that when she gave food to one, he then threw it in the trash.
Maybe she was also a failed jewess, but still, the enemy was in her genes.

Probably I gave money to drug addicts, thinking they would buy food for themselves. At that time I was so stupid, thinking everyone was "friend".
Not that I did not help real italians, but truth is that poor italian people, most of them, you don't see them around. I think they just hide, since even "the lambs with god in their heart" never move their dirty asses for anyone.
If not for artists playing on the streets, whom I always gave some money to, but they were few.

From now on I know whom to help at least. But still the past saddens me.

 

[ShadowTheRaven]

I had the same realization. If I had a dollar, I just gave it to a homeless person. What the fuck am I gonna use it for? Come to find out I'm feeding their heroin addictions, and now...I kinda wanna give them more. Just to watch them die. An addict won't change unless he wants to change, and if he doesn't he can die like the rest of them. Same goes to these so-called "immigrants" who clearly don't belong in our country.

It's natural selection in progress. If a dope fiend wants to get clean, let him get clean. Otherwise if he's stupid enough to get himself addicted to Horse and stupid enough to repeatedly overdose, don't even bother with the Narcan.

 

[Username]

A lesson well learned, it happens.
You gained valuable experience and knowledge that would help you a lot in the long run.
Cheer up !

 

[darkmonkey666]

As a younger boy I did help the wrong people.
I gave money to immigrants, as they were everywhere, even when I felt "not safe" and when they looked at me in a "cold" way, like not even "human".
There was a time I cried, after helping one (muslim), because he said a cruel thing.
After that, I stopped, few years later I came here, and now I simply don't do it anymore.
I'm paying you for some food, not for cocaine.
Now I just don't like the idea of them not only here, but also ruining us, and turning white women into slaves.

I pretended to see everyone as "good" even when around many of them, I felt very nervous, as I did already know what their god was all about, since the day I was slapped in the face by one of them, when I was like 6. I was going to my friend's house, he thought I was a thief (for God's sake, look at yourself) and started screaming at me. And then they should not be here, because they are not "healthy" and are not just travelling.
When they're around, it feels like "wrong", and then I just worry for women coming with me, no matter how old they are. They rape anyone and everyone.

Not to talk about that time where I almost got punched in the face by one of them for telling everyone "hey that black men took a little bag with cocaine from a bush in front of me, call someone"
You know, a tall man, almost beating a newborn (compared to this giant, I was)
It really was that, and I still don't understand how you can do such things in plain view, in front of children (we were at the sea with school, and we had our place, which was also where they put their things).

And there were these Rom women with their skinny children outside hospitals, and I would ask my parents money to give them or to buy them food...I did not know that it was just a trap.
My mother always tells me that when she gave food to one, he then threw it in the trash.
Maybe she was also a failed jewess, but still, the enemy was in her genes.

Probably I gave money to drug addicts, thinking they would buy food for themselves. At that time I was so stupid, thinking everyone was "friend".
Not that I did not help real italians, but truth is that poor italian people, most of them, you don't see them around. I think they just hide, since even "the lambs with god in their heart" never move their dirty asses for anyone.
If not for artists playing on the streets, whom I always gave some money to, but they were few.

From now on I know whom to help at least. But still the past saddens me.

Wait did you just admit your mother is a Jew?

My mother always tells me that when she gave food to one, he then threw it in the trash.
Maybe she was also a failed jewess, but still, the enemy was in her genes

But anyways lesson learned don't give money to any people on the streets even in America most the people out there begging are looking for money for drugs. I know this I used to hang out with druggies.

 

[Satanic Path]

A lesson well learned, it happens.
You gained valuable experience and knowledge that would help you a lot in the long run.
Cheer up !

Thanks. That's why that would be nice to have "teachers" for young people. Some of us grew up alone.
My father has never kicked the right people, not those who since I was a child, were bad. Instead of asking me "are you okay? Did something happen to you?" he would kick me, once even in the stomach, for my homework being all wrong.
My self-esteem was like ruined, anyone was better than me.
Well my father smoked a cigarette even in the car with me, the first day of my life, taking me home to my new mediocre life.

I also did "mother teresa" because my dad was a little racist and his friends deeply hated black people for their empty mind. One of them talked of any black person as "beast", even those living in peace in their conutries and being happier than that living waste will ever be. It was like depressing, especially when children were involved as well.

But what I want now, and what matters to me, is to help my people.

 

[Satanic Path]

As a younger boy I did help the wrong people.
I gave money to immigrants, as they were everywhere, even when I felt "not safe" and when they looked at me in a "cold" way, like not even "human".
There was a time I cried, after helping one (muslim), because he said a cruel thing.
After that, I stopped, few years later I came here, and now I simply don't do it anymore.
I'm paying you for some food, not for cocaine.
Now I just don't like the idea of them not only here, but also ruining us, and turning white women into slaves.

I pretended to see everyone as "good" even when around many of them, I felt very nervous, as I did already know what their god was all about, since the day I was slapped in the face by one of them, when I was like 6. I was going to my friend's house, he thought I was a thief (for God's sake, look at yourself) and started screaming at me. And then they should not be here, because they are not "healthy" and are not just travelling.
When they're around, it feels like "wrong", and then I just worry for women coming with me, no matter how old they are. They rape anyone and everyone.

Not to talk about that time where I almost got punched in the face by one of them for telling everyone "hey that black men took a little bag with cocaine from a bush in front of me, call someone"
You know, a tall man, almost beating a newborn (compared to this giant, I was)
It really was that, and I still don't understand how you can do such things in plain view, in front of children (we were at the sea with school, and we had our place, which was also where they put their things).

And there were these Rom women with their skinny children outside hospitals, and I would ask my parents money to give them or to buy them food...I did not know that it was just a trap.
My mother always tells me that when she gave food to one, he then threw it in the trash.
Maybe she was also a failed jewess, but still, the enemy was in her genes.

Probably I gave money to drug addicts, thinking they would buy food for themselves. At that time I was so stupid, thinking everyone was "friend".
Not that I did not help real italians, but truth is that poor italian people, most of them, you don't see them around. I think they just hide, since even "the lambs with god in their heart" never move their dirty asses for anyone.
If not for artists playing on the streets, whom I always gave some money to, but they were few.

From now on I know whom to help at least. But still the past saddens me.

Wait did you just admit your mother is a Jew?

My mother always tells me that when she gave food to one, he then threw it in the trash.
Maybe she was also a failed jewess, but still, the enemy was in her genes

But anyways lesson learned don't give money to any people on the streets even in America most the people out there begging are looking for money for drugs. I know this I used to hang out with druggies.

Noooooo the ROM woman with the baby.
I think it's true they are a failed experiment, I've read it here, so I gave money for food to a jewess using her starved jewish child like only they can do.

 

[Satanic Path]

As a younger boy I did help the wrong people.
I gave money to immigrants, as they were everywhere, even when I felt "not safe" and when they looked at me in a "cold" way, like not even "human".
There was a time I cried, after helping one (muslim), because he said a cruel thing.
After that, I stopped, few years later I came here, and now I simply don't do it anymore.
I'm paying you for some food, not for cocaine.
Now I just don't like the idea of them not only here, but also ruining us, and turning white women into slaves.

I pretended to see everyone as "good" even when around many of them, I felt very nervous, as I did already know what their god was all about, since the day I was slapped in the face by one of them, when I was like 6. I was going to my friend's house, he thought I was a thief (for God's sake, look at yourself) and started screaming at me. And then they should not be here, because they are not "healthy" and are not just travelling.
When they're around, it feels like "wrong", and then I just worry for women coming with me, no matter how old they are. They rape anyone and everyone.

Not to talk about that time where I almost got punched in the face by one of them for telling everyone "hey that black men took a little bag with cocaine from a bush in front of me, call someone"
You know, a tall man, almost beating a newborn (compared to this giant, I was)
It really was that, and I still don't understand how you can do such things in plain view, in front of children (we were at the sea with school, and we had our place, which was also where they put their things).

And there were these Rom women with their skinny children outside hospitals, and I would ask my parents money to give them or to buy them food...I did not know that it was just a trap.
My mother always tells me that when she gave food to one, he then threw it in the trash.
Maybe she was also a failed jewess, but still, the enemy was in her genes.

Probably I gave money to drug addicts, thinking they would buy food for themselves. At that time I was so stupid, thinking everyone was "friend".
Not that I did not help real italians, but truth is that poor italian people, most of them, you don't see them around. I think they just hide, since even "the lambs with god in their heart" never move their dirty asses for anyone.
If not for artists playing on the streets, whom I always gave some money to, but they were few.

From now on I know whom to help at least. But still the past saddens me.

Wait did you just admit your mother is a Jew?

My mother always tells me that when she gave food to one, he then threw it in the trash.
Maybe she was also a failed jewess, but still, the enemy was in her genes

But anyways lesson learned don't give money to any people on the streets even in America most the people out there begging are looking for money for drugs. I know this I used to hang out with druggies.

Also, you can call me asshole, moron, son of a bitch, mediocre man, whore, fat, shit, awful and much more.
But please, never call me jew or xian, especially because you're not the person on the street, but the one on here, and this matters to me.

I don't want them, nor I want their dirty name near mine. I know this is my nickname, who cares, but I don't like that word anyway, wherever it is.

Be blessed, Brother.
I'm sorry for being unclear, it sounded right to me.

 

[Username]

A lesson well learned, it happens.
You gained valuable experience and knowledge that would help you a lot in the long run.
Cheer up !

Thanks. That's why that would be nice to have "teachers" for young people. Some of us grew up alone.
My father has never kicked the right people, not those who since I was a child, were bad. Instead of asking me "are you okay? Did something happen to you?" he would kick me, once even in the stomach, for my homework being all wrong.
My self-esteem was like ruined, anyone was better than me.
Well my father smoked a cigarette even in the car with me, the first day of my life, taking me home to my new mediocre life.

I also did "mother teresa" because my dad was a little racist and his friends deeply hated black people for their empty mind. One of them talked of any black person as "beast", even those living in peace in their conutries and being happier than that living waste will ever be. It was like depressing, especially when children were involved as well.

But what I want now, and what matters to me, is to help my people.

You see there were many paths that you could have veered yourself off into. The most likely one being continuing the path that your father trudged upon, The footprints were already there and all you had to do was follow those footprints and you would be the exact same replica of your dad but you didn't.
Damn it, All you had to do was follow the damn footprints, SP !!!

Hehe, jokes aside, You didn't follow the footprints of your father. You found that the path from here on is filled with misery and not the path you want to walk through. You explored new paths that you thought were right and you walked where you felt right even though it was hard for you to do so. You didn't give up but you followed through your own path.
For this, you deserve respect and admiration from me and many others who are reading this.
You deserve a pat on your shoulders for this. Go ahead, pat yourself.

 

[Satanic Path]

A lesson well learned, it happens.
You gained valuable experience and knowledge that would help you a lot in the long run.
Cheer up !

Thanks. That's why that would be nice to have "teachers" for young people. Some of us grew up alone.
My father has never kicked the right people, not those who since I was a child, were bad. Instead of asking me "are you okay? Did something happen to you?" he would kick me, once even in the stomach, for my homework being all wrong.
My self-esteem was like ruined, anyone was better than me.
Well my father smoked a cigarette even in the car with me, the first day of my life, taking me home to my new mediocre life.

I also did "mother teresa" because my dad was a little racist and his friends deeply hated black people for their empty mind. One of them talked of any black person as "beast", even those living in peace in their conutries and being happier than that living waste will ever be. It was like depressing, especially when children were involved as well.

But what I want now, and what matters to me, is to help my people.

You see there were many paths that you could have veered yourself off into. The most likely one being continuing the path that your father trudged upon, The footprints were already there and all you had to do was follow those footprints and you would be the exact same replica of your dad but you didn't.
Damn it, All you had to do was follow the damn footprints, SP !!!

Hehe, jokes aside, You didn't follow the footprints of your father. You found that the path from here on is filled with misery and not the path you want to walk through. You explored new paths that you thought were right and you walked where you felt right even though it was hard for you to do so. You didn't give up but you followed through your own path.
For this, you deserve respect and admiration from me and many others who are reading this.
You deserve a pat on your shoulders for this. Go ahead, pat yourself.

Everyone here deserves a pat on his/her shoulder. There are people who then deserve admiration, if not their little palace.
I'm not only talking about The Clergy, which is obvious, but there's a brother I read about, Southern White Gentile, whom I don't know, yet reading his story I felt hurt for him.

I don't want to focus on me, but I do, as everyone. Sometimes I wish I could forget about me, and become "you".
In the end anyone needs himself/herself if he/she wants anyone else.

But my past is heavy, but not this heavy, not because I lived in a total "nightmare", but since some parts of it had been infected.

I really appreciate your kindness. But past is past, it's dead. You can admire me just for the fact I'm as you are: a Satanist. So then you have to admire yourself. Pain does not make anyone higher than anyone else, what it does is that it makes you a little more "I want everything. I want to explode in joy."
It's more what you do with that pain that then can be admired.

 

[darkmonkey666]

As a younger boy I did help the wrong people.
I gave money to immigrants, as they were everywhere, even when I felt "not safe" and when they looked at me in a "cold" way, like not even "human".
There was a time I cried, after helping one (muslim), because he said a cruel thing.
After that, I stopped, few years later I came here, and now I simply don't do it anymore.
I'm paying you for some food, not for cocaine.
Now I just don't like the idea of them not only here, but also ruining us, and turning white women into slaves.

I pretended to see everyone as "good" even when around many of them, I felt very nervous, as I did already know what their god was all about, since the day I was slapped in the face by one of them, when I was like 6. I was going to my friend's house, he thought I was a thief (for God's sake, look at yourself) and started screaming at me. And then they should not be here, because they are not "healthy" and are not just travelling.
When they're around, it feels like "wrong", and then I just worry for women coming with me, no matter how old they are. They rape anyone and everyone.

Not to talk about that time where I almost got punched in the face by one of them for telling everyone "hey that black men took a little bag with cocaine from a bush in front of me, call someone"
You know, a tall man, almost beating a newborn (compared to this giant, I was)
It really was that, and I still don't understand how you can do such things in plain view, in front of children (we were at the sea with school, and we had our place, which was also where they put their things).

And there were these Rom women with their skinny children outside hospitals, and I would ask my parents money to give them or to buy them food...I did not know that it was just a trap.
My mother always tells me that when she gave food to one, he then threw it in the trash.
Maybe she was also a failed jewess, but still, the enemy was in her genes.

Probably I gave money to drug addicts, thinking they would buy food for themselves. At that time I was so stupid, thinking everyone was "friend".
Not that I did not help real italians, but truth is that poor italian people, most of them, you don't see them around. I think they just hide, since even "the lambs with god in their heart" never move their dirty asses for anyone.
If not for artists playing on the streets, whom I always gave some money to, but they were few.

From now on I know whom to help at least. But still the past saddens me.

Wait did you just admit your mother is a Jew?

My mother always tells me that when she gave food to one, he then threw it in the trash.
Maybe she was also a failed jewess, but still, the enemy was in her genes

But anyways lesson learned don't give money to any people on the streets even in America most the people out there begging are looking for money for drugs. I know this I used to hang out with druggies.

Also, you can call me asshole, moron, son of a bitch, mediocre man, whore, fat, shit, awful and much more.
But please, never call me jew or xian, especially because you're not the person on the street, but the one on here, and this matters to me.

I don't want them, nor I want their dirty name near mine. I know this is my nickname, who cares, but I don't like that word anyway, wherever it is.

Be blessed, Brother.
I'm sorry for being unclear, it sounded right to me.

Yes sorry that was quite unclear the way you put that. I didn't actually think it for real cause it didn't look like it at all from anything you wrote but the way that was written.