There once was a college freshman named George who thought he knew it all.
One night over dinner, George got into an argument with his father. The
argument began when the young student tried to explain to his father that as
White people, they should be held accountable for all the evils that they
had inflicted upon non-Whites throughout history. George explained: "Because
of European racism, we stole the Indians' land, we held blacks in slavery,
we persecuted the Jews, and we plundered the environment. We've been
oppressive racists for thousands of years so it's only fair that we pay
economic reparations for all the harm we've done to the world. I'm pleased
to see that we are ending our political and economic domination of the
oppressed peoples."

George's dad was shocked to hear such talk. "Who put such commie-pinko
nonsense into your head, boy? Did one of your sandal-wearing hippie college
professors teach you that?" the father asked.

To which the son replied: "That's the truth dad. My anthropology professor,
Dr.Irving Silverstein, says so. He ought to know. Dr. Silverstein is a
well-respected Ph.D. People of your generation just don't understand because
you were raised in a White supremacist racist society. That's why I've come
to admire Dr. Rev. Martin Luther King as the greatest man in American
history. He stood up to the racists of your generation. Because of him, my
generation of White kids is completely colorblind."

The father angrily replied: "That's bullshit! I've always been fair-minded
and tolerant of people from all backgrounds and races. I haven't 'oppressed'
anybody, and furthermore there's nothing wrong with being proud of one's own
people, including the European race of people. Your race is in your blood.
It's like an extension of your biological family and you ought to be proud
of your European heritage and identity, just like every other racial group
in America is proud of its. Why is it OK for them to have a strong sense of
racial identity but it's evil for us Europeans to feel that way?"

The young "intellectual" laughed at his father. "Come on dad, that's the
kind of crap Hitler tried to peddle. Those racist attitudes were discredited
years ago. There's only one race and that's the human race. Diversity is our
greatest strength. Differences in so-called "race" are as insignificant as
differences in belly buttons. And besides, UN statistics now show that low
White birth rates, along with the fact that we live in an multicultural
society, will mean that Europeans and their ethnocentric and racist culture
will have died out by the end of the century," young George said.

Turning red with anger, the father yelled: "You are a walking cliché you
know that boy? And you think it's a good thing that the European peoples of
the world will have faded out and ceased to exist?" Young George replied; "I
think it's great! It will mean the end of racism and the end of hate. The
oppressed peoples of the world would have been better off if us racist
Europeans had never existed to begin with."

Suddenly there was a blast of cold wind, an explosion, and a huge smoke
cloud. When the smoke had settled, George found himself alone and lost in a
cold open field. An angel named Clarence then appeared to him and said "Well
George, you've got your wish."

George asked: "Where am I? What's going on here? And who are you?"

The angel answered, "George, I'm Clarence the Angel. I was sent here to show
you what the world would have been like if Europeans, or Whites, had never
existed. You now live in a world where Europeans never existed."

"Oh. That's cool. I'll have no problem adapting because there's not a racist
bone in my body. And when I get back to my world, I'll be able to tell my
professor and my friends how great this non-racist world was. Say, I'm
freezing my ass off out here. Where's the nearest motel?"

"Motel?" replied the angel. "There are no motels here in what was once
called North America. But there are some caves up in those mountains where
you can find shelter."

"Caves? No way man. I want a nice warm bed to sleep in."

"I don't think you understand George. There are no buildings here in
non-white America because the evil Europeans never came here to build them.
Whites never existed, remember? The natives live in tents. Would you like to
go meet some local Indians? Perhaps they'll let you stay in a tent."

"A tent? But it's 10 degrees outside?...Oh well. It's better than a cave I
suppose. Let's go talk to these Indians...... Wait a second, are these
Indians friendly or hostile?"

"Why, George, that's a racist question to ask. Just because some Indians
were brutal savages who scalped their victims alive, it doesn't mean they
all were" said the angel sarcastically.

"I know that Clarence. And I'm not a racist. I hate racism. Nonetheless, I'd
feel safer if I could have a gun to defend myself if they turn out to be
violent."

"Gun?" replied the angel. "There are no guns for you to defend yourself
with. Firearms were invented by evil Europeans. Though we could make a spear
with those twigs over there."

"That's too much work. Give me a telephone then. I'll call the Indians to
ask if it's OK."

"Telephone"? replied the angel. There are no telephones here. Alexander
Graham Bell was another evil white man, so he never existed. No Europeans
remember?" "Forget it then" replied George. "I'll sleep in the damn cave."

Upon arriving at the cave, a shivering George asked the angel for a lighter
so that he could light a fire. "A lighter?" replied Clarence. "There are no
lighters here, and no matches. Those are European gadgets and evil Europeans
never existed remember? If you want to get warm, you need to do like the
locals do and start rubbing twigs together."

"Oh come on man! You mean to tell me these people still rub sticks together
for fire?"

"That's right George. The Indians live exactly as they did before the evil
pilgrims arrived from Europe just a few centuries ago." said the angel
sarcastically.

"I refuse to stay in this cold cave and I damn sure ain't gonna light a fire
with twigs, and I refuse to sleep in a teepee. I'll go to South America. I
can make it in a warmer climate and I'll adapt quickly to the great Incan
civilization I learned about at college. Since European racists like
Columbus, Cortez and Pizzaro never existed, the Incans will still be there.
... I need a car"

"Car?" replied the angel. "There are no cars here. Daimler and Benz, the
evil German inventors of the internal combustion engine, were never
born, nor was Henry Ford. There are no paved roads either. This is a world
without evil Europeans remember?"

"No cars! Oh. I'll just have to take a train."

"There are no trains in this world either George. Evil Europeans weren't
here to build locomotive engines or to discover the many uses of coal, oil
and gas, or to build trains or lay tracks. But I'll allow you to cheat just
a bit. Grab hold of my magic robe and we'll fly south."

George touched the angel's robe and they flew south until they arrived in an
abandoned mud hut in the midst of Incan territory. George was grateful for
the warm weather but it wasn't long until he began to complain about the
heat and humidity.

"Clarence, this hut is a little shithole and I'm sweating up a storm here.
Get me an air-conditioner please."

"Air-conditioner?" replied the angel. "There are no air-conditioners here.
Air conditioning and refrigeration were inventions created by evil White
men." "What?!! You mean to tell me that in the year 2002 these people still
haven't figured out a way to keep themselves or their food cool? a
frustrated George asked.

"No George, they haven't. And they never will."

"This is ridiculous. Let's go to the main city to see the Emperor. I can't
live like like this. Where's a car...oh I forget...no cars! Dammit I'll
walk. let's go."

After walking through the jungle for about an hour or so, it began to get
dark. George then asked Clarence to give him a flashlight so that he could
see. "Flashlight? Sorry George, but Thomas Edison was an evil White man
too...and he was never born. There are some branches over there if you want
to make a torch."

"Never mind that!" George shouted back.

By morning time, Clarence and George had arrived at the temple of the
Incans. A bloody human sacrifice was in progress. George turned to Clarence
and cried, "They're going to butcher that poor soul! Somebody has got to
stop this. What horrible murdering beasts! Can't anyone stop them?"

The angel replied "I'm afraid not. Ritual killings are common place
here. "Those evil European racists like Columbus, Cortez and Pizzaro never
existed so the Incans just continued their brutal ways. In fact, it was the
oppressed peoples themselves who made up the bulk of the Spanish armed
forces. The people saw the Spaniards as liberators who would rid them of the
oppressive Incan and Mayan rulers and give them a better life."

"I can't blame them for helping the Spaniards then. This is a horrible
place. Get me out of this shithole now!" said George.

'Where would you like to go?" Clarence replied.

George said: "Take me to Africa, maybe there's a more advanced and humane
civilization there that I can fit into. Where the nearest airport?"

"Oh, I forgot...no Wright Brothers." George said. "How about a boat?"

"Boats?" replied the angel. "I'm afraid the most seaworthy rafts available
to you won't be of much help in crossing the vast Atlantic Ocean. The great
Viking sailors and European navigators never existed. No Phoenicians, no
Leif Erikson, no Henry the Navigator, no Columbus, no Magellan, no Hudson
and no Robert Fulton. Even if you could build your own ship, there would be
no compass for you to navigate with and no sextant either. I'm afraid you're
stuck here George."

"Can I touch your robe and fly to Africa then" asked George.

"You're cheating again George, but all right. Touch my robe and we'll fly to
Africa."

When they arrived in Africa, George saw thousands of half-naked African
tribesmen being herded along a dirt path. They were guarded by other
Africans with spears. "What are they doing to those poor men?" George asked
Clarence.

"They are being enslaved by another tribe. Slavery was common in Africa long
before the whites arrived." Clarence said. "In fact, most of the slaves who
were shipped to the Americas were sold to the slave traders by African
tribal leaders."

"That's so sad.' George said. "I want to meet Martin Luther King. Since his
White assassin never existed, this great man should still be alive. He's
probably a great tribal chief somewhere and leader of an advanced
civilization. He will free these slaves from their African masters. Take me
to him Clarence."

Clarence led George to a little hut deep in the heart of Africa. The naked
women and children looked at George in wonder. The young men were out on a
hunt but the older men stayed behind. George was led to the dingy little hut
of the tribal witchdoctor and spiritual leader. There he saw a wild-looking
man with a necklace of teeth around his neck and a huge ring pierced through
his nose. "What the hell is that? George asked.

"Meet Witch-doctor Matunbo Lutamba Kinga" Clarence said. He never became
Reverend Martin Luther King because there were no universities or seminaries
built to educate him. Europeans weren't there to create such opportunities.
But he did become the tribe's spiritual leader. He specialises in casting
evil spells. Perhaps he can help you?"

The witch doctor gazed in wonder at George. Then he motioned to his henchmen
to seize young George. The tribesmen grabbed hold of George and tied him to
a nearby tree.

"Stop it! Let me go. What are they going to do to me?" cried George
hysterically.

"They're going to perform a ritual killing on you George. The good doctor
King...I mean Kinga -- believes that by cutting your heart out while you are
still alive, it will bring good fortune and fertility to his tribe," laughed
Clarence.

"Clarence! Clarence! Help me Clarence! Help me!

"But George, you told me that you wanted to go to Africa and to meet your
hero Reverend King."

George said: "This part of Africa has not developed yet. I can see that now.
Take me to North Africa where Egypt and Carthage established great
civilizations. Just get me out of here, please."

Just as the witch doctor's spear was about to carve out George's heart,
George vanished into thin air. He then found himself on the banks of the
river Nile in Egypt.

"Thank you Clarence. Thank you," George said. "I don't understand it
Clarence. Why does so much of the world remain so brutal and primitive? I
learned during Black History Month about many talented black inventors and
scientists. Garrett Morgan, George Washington Carver, Benjamin Banneker,
Granville Woods. Then there's Dr. Carson, the preeminent brain surgeon in
all of America. Where are these men?"

Clarense replied: "Don't you understand yet? America, and Africa, exist
exactly as they did before the Europeans discovered them. Civilization as
you had known it had only been introduced to these people just a few
centuries ago by the Europeans. There are no universities, no hospitals, no
means of transportation other than animals, no science, no medicine, no
machines. In fact, the wheel hasn't even been discovered in Sub-Saharan
Africa! Those black scientists, inventors, doctors, athletes, and
entertainers you speak of were never given the opportunity to realize their
full human potential because Europeans weren't around to introduce higher
civilization and learning to them. There are no George Washington Carvers in
this non-European world, no Dr. Carsons, no Booker T. Washingtons, no
Benjamin Bannekers, no Michael Jordans, no Oprah Winfreys, no Bill Cosbys,
no..."

"Stop it! That can't be!" cried George. "Let's walk over to the great
pyramids of Egypt right now and I'll show you one of the great wonders of
the world .....built by non-Whites"

They walked a few miles before George stopped and asked where the nearest
toilet was. "Toilets?" replied the angel. There are no toilets or urinals in
this world. Plumbing was developed by evil Europeans. The people in this
non-White world still relieve themselves in open fields."

Clarence turned around so George could do his business. "I need some toilet
paper." George said.

"Toilet paper?" replied the angel. "There..."

"I know. I know. Toilet paper hasn't been invented yet. Just hand me a rag
then".

Clarence obliged and the two of them went on their way.

"I don't understand. According to my recollections from Geography class, the
great pyramids should be near this very spot. We ought to be able to see
them from miles away," said George.

"Well, George, I'm sure your professors at the college never told you this,
but the ancient Egyptians were not black or brown. They were Caucasians. The
anthropologists who examined the Egyptian mummies confirmed this fact. There
are no pyramids and no Sphinx either. And the Carthaginians were White too."

George became depressed, but he was determined to prove his beliefs. "What's
in Europe?" he asked.

"Europe became populated by Huns and other Asiatic tribes. They've settled
down a bit but life is much the same as it is in North America. A nomadic
existence based on hunting and food gathering. No great cities, no science,
no buildings, no culture, no fine art - just a hard daily struggle against
life and the elements of nature. In a Europe without evil Whites, the Roman
Empire never existed nor did the Greeks. There was no Renaissance either."

"Take me to Asia then. Surely the great civilizations of Persia, India,
China, and Japan will suit me" George said. "Clarence, to the Taj Mahal
please." "The Taj Mahal?" replied the angel. "Don't you know that the
ancient Persian and Indian civilizations were established by ancient
Indo-European tribes who crossed the Himalayas? They are the ones who
civilized India and built the Taj Mahal. Those are the great civilizations
that Marco Polo, Columbus, and others were searching for. Did you know that
Iran is Persian for "land of the Aryan?"

George said: "Don't tell me that the Indians were White men! That can't be.
In the world I came from, I knew many Indians and they were not White!"

Clarence explained: "As the centuries passed, the Indo-Europeans who created
Indian civilization intermarried with the native majorities who populated
the Indian subcontinent. Gradually there were less and less evil White
people until they faded out completely, along with the advanced civilization
they had built. You will notice that there are still a few white-skinned and
fair-haired Indians and Pakistanis around today -- in the world you came
from that is.

George became worried. He knew he could never fit into the harsh primitive
world he had been thrust into. Suddenly he thought of Japan. "Japan! I'll
show you now Clarence. Take me to Japan. If the Japanese can make TVs and
cameras then I'm sure I'll find a decent civilization that I can live in."

Clarence transported George to Japan. George observed that Japanese society
was the most orderly, advanced and civil that he had seen, but it seemed as
if almost everyone was either a rice farmer, a fisherman, or a soldier.
There were no cars, no sky scrapers, no lights, no stereos, no sciences, no
technologies, no universities. It was a stagnant agricultural society that
seemed to have reached its high water mark and was incapable of moving
forward. George knew he could not live here either.

Clarence explained to George: "Even the industrious Japanese and Chinese
peoples had to rely on the evil Europeans to build the modern Asia that you
had in mind. In this world, Japan exists exactly as it did before Commodore
Perry's American naval ships arrived in Japan in the 1850s. There's no
industry, no technology, no Fuji film, no Sony, no Hitachi, no Panasonic, no
Toyota, no Sushi bars, no baseball...none of the trappings or comforts of
modern life. These things don't exist in Japan or anywhere else because
Europeans weren't there to create them and share them with the rest of the
world. Would you care for a bowl of rice George?"

George began to feel sick in both his body and his mind. Not only was he
depressed, but exposure to the harsh elements of nature had left him
physically ill. "Clarence, I seem to have contracted some type of sickness.
I must have some antibiotics."

"Antibiotics? There's no...

"Oh Shut up already! Then just take me back to the world as it was!"

"Sorry George. I'm not authorized to do that. Only my boss can make that
call." Clarence said to him: "You see George. Your father was right. You
really had a wonderful race. Don't you see what a foolish mistake it is to
be ashamed and guilty about your own people, and to let them die out? This
is what the world would be like without the creative spark of Edison and
Ford and Pasteur and Marconi. No great scientists, or mathematicians, or
inventors or fine artists. No Archimedes, no Aristotle, no Socrates, no
Alexander, no Renaissance, no Newton, no Kepler, no Goddard, no Mendel, no
Tesla, no Faraday, no Guttenberg, no Shakespeare, no Dickens, no Twain, no
Mozart, no Beethoven, no Da Vinci, no Michelangelo, no Galileo, no
Copernicus. No Venice, no Paris, no Lisbon, no Madrid, no Zurich, no Berlin,
no St. Petersburg, no Budapest, no Rome, no Milan, no Vienna, no London, no
New York, no Rio, no Sydney. No orchestras, no museums, no universities, no
hospitals, no libraries, no theaters, no radio, no books, no television, no
electricity, no refrigeration, no heating, no plumbing, no houses, no steel,
no stadiums, no vaccines, no cars, no planes, no trains, no ships, no
dentists, no surgeons, no computers, no telephones, and most important -
there's no creative genius to be found that could create and sustain such a
high level of civilization. There's nothing for the people of this world to
build upon. It's just a daily struggle for subsistence. A brutal planet
where the few people who aren't mired in eternal ignorance and darkness have
reached their peak of civilization and are advancing no further."

Clarence went on to lecture the broken and depressed young man for seven
days straight. He covered everything. History, science, economics,
philosophy, art, literature, fine music, architecture, medicine, politics,
agriculture, religion, and all the creations and contributions that the
European peoples had made in every conceivable field of human endeavor.
George listened closely to every word. He felt like a man who had been
reborn.

After his lecture, Clarence the Angel floated away towards heaven. "I hope
you have found all this to be educational, and I hope you have learned an
important lesson. Enjoy your world George!" mocked the departing angel.

George began to sob like a baby. It was the year 2002 and he was alone and
hungry in a backwards world where Europeans had never existed. He cried out
to the stars: "Please God. I see what a fool I've been. I understand now
what my father was trying to tell me. I want to go back to the world that I
came from. A world where Europeans not only existed, but blessed the rest of
humanity world with their unique creative ability. I want to live in a
civilized world. Please God!...take me back!...take me back!...Oh
God....please."

Suddenly George was transported back to his college dormitory. Drunk with
joy, George jumped into the showers before he could even take his clothes
off!.

"Warm water! and soap! Life is beautiful!" he screamed.

George's floor mates looked at him as if he was crazy. "George! Have you gone
crazy?" asked a bewildered schoolmate.

"No my friend. I haven't taken leave of my senses. I've come to them!"
George replied. George then began to sing classic European folk songs in the
shower. Miraculously, he was able to sing in many different languages. He
sang O Sole Mio in Italian, Amazing Grace in English, Gloire Immortelle in
French, Das Ist Der Tag in German, and also Belgian, Spanish and French
ballads and waltzes. Tears of sheer joy began to stream down his cheeks. The
degenerate music of Hip-Hop and Rap lost all of its appeal to young George.

After his shower, George drove to a nearby restaurant and ordered two whole
entrees. One was Lasagna and the other was a delicious Veal Marsala. With
his Italian food he had a Greek salad with Spanish olives and Russian
dressing, drank a whole bottle of French wine, followed by a German pastry
for dessert. He finished his meal off with a hot cup of English tea and a
Cuban cigar.

George said out loud: "Oh those European peoples and their delicious
cuisine. Clarence was right after all. What a wonderful race!"

George was happy, but at the same time he realized there was much work to be
done. He thought of all those poor whites in Rhodesia and South Africa who
were being murdered and raped ever since they gave up control of those
once-European nations. He thought of the many thousands of qualified Whites
who were passed up for good jobs and college entrance because of racial
quotas that discriminate against Europeans. He thought about the decling
birthrates among all the European nations of the world. He remembered that
Europeans everywhere were dwindling in numbers every year even as their own
nations were being flooded with third world immigration. He recalled the
O.J. Simpson verdict and how millions of blacks in America cheered when that
brutal double murderer was set free by a black jury after he stabbed two
Whites to death. He remembered the Los Angeles riots of 1992, where dozens
of Whites were dragged out of their vehicles and killed like dogs in the
streets by packs of White-hating monsters who were never even punished! He
remembered the time when Jesse Jackson led a cheer at Stanford University:
"Hey Hey Ho Ho, Western Civ. has got to go!" His European blood began to
boil in righteous indignation when he recalled how Jesse Jackson once said
he had spit in White people's food when he was a young restaurant worker.
George now understood that that his people were on a collision course with
worldwide disaster and genocide. George realized that this great people must
not perish from the face of the earth.

George could not wait to see his father. He longed to embrace him and
apologize for all of the foolish and disrespectful things he had said to
him. But first, George had a score to settle with a certain college
professor. He walked into Dr. Silverstein's auditorium and quietly took a
seat in the back row. The nasal voiced Silverstein was lecturing on and on
about racial and gender inequalities in European-centered civilizations. It
was vintage Silverstein. George's impressionable White schoolmates, with
their baggy pants, hip-hop clothes and backwards baseball caps, were
swallowing Silverstein's poison pills hook, line and sinker. After letting
Silverstein spew his cultural poison for about 15 minutes or so, George
raised his hand so that he could give the professor a piece of his newly
educated mind.

"George? Is that you? I remember you from last semester. I wasn't aware that
you were here today. I failed to recognize you in that shirt and tie, and
without your earrings. You must have enjoyed my course so much that you
signed up again eh? Class, I'd like for you to meet George. He was one of my
brightest students last semester. He truly has a thorough grasp of the ideas
presented in this course. George, would you be so kind as to tell my class
about that brilliant term paper you wrote about European racism,
imperialism, and the need for monetary reparations?"

That's when young George let loose on the unsuspecting Professor.

"ENOUGH! You scheming devil! You mendacious fabricator of falsehoods! You
pusillanimous purveyor of pinko propaganda! How dare you try to corrupt and
manipulate our young minds when your filthy lies. We Europeans have nothing
to be ashamed of, nothing to apologize for, and everything to be proud of.
And most of all, we don't owe anybody jack-shit - not one thin dime! To the
contrary, it is the rest of humanity that owes us a debt which can never be
repaid! We are the rightful heirs and protectors of a rich cultural
heritage. You vile manipulator! We are the sons of the Romans, the sons of
the Greeks, the Celtics, the Vikings, the Normans, the Saxons. Why do you
inflict shame and guilt upon us? We Europeans didn't just contribute to
civilization...WE ARE CIVILIZATION! And I declare that I will no longer
tolerate you shithead "intellectuals" trying to tear our people down. Never
again will we walk on eggshells when we speak, always fearing that we might
be called "racist." I no longer care what people think. All that matters is
the truth which you have sought to pervert!"

"What are you up to anyway? Why do you to corrupt my young peers by shoving
false heroes down their throats. Enough of your Marxist games of divide and
conquer, you commie pinko subversive! I don't want to learn anymore about
Martin Luther King, Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton or Black History Month. They
would not have amounted to anything without the institutions of high
civilization created by the European peoples. I'm going to set this class
straight about who the truly great men of history are - the European
statesmen, scientists, explorers, monarchs, navigators, conquerors,
inventors, artists, writers, philosophers - the innovative giants of history
that you and your ilk have erased from our collective memories. You speak of
a world liberated from European influence? Permit me tell your students
about such a world, Silverstein, because I can speak from personal
experience, you wretched little conspiring monster!"

Silverstein turned white as a ghost. He was shell-shocked and rendered
speechless for the first time in his career! Never in all of his years at
the University had a student dared to so boldly challenge his falsehoods.
Speaking from the heart as well as the mind, and with an eloquence he never
thought he could muster, George broke out into a 60-minute monologue on
history, science, philosophy, culture, and all the other attributes that
constitute high civilization. The young students were captivated by George's
brilliant oratory. Many were moved to tears. By the end of his tirade,
George's reawakened classmates were thundering their approval of his speech.
The class gave George a standing ovation and they thanked him for helping
them rediscover and reclaim their own sense of pride and lost identity. The
unstoppable power of truth had melted away years of Marxist guilt tripping,
self hate, wimpishness and cultural brainwashing in just one unforgettable
hour. The inspired students proceeded to storm out of Silverstein's class,
throwing their hip-hop baseball caps and nose earrings at him as they
stampeded out and vowed never to return. They lifted George up upon their
shoulders and carried him out of the auditorium like a conquering hero. With
a glint in his eye, George glanced up towards the sky, winked and said
"Thank you, Clarence."

Dr. Silverstein was left humiliated and visibly shaken. He knew that these
reawakened European kids could never again be brainwashed with "political
correctness" and White guilt. Silverstein's greatest fear was that more of
these proud European youths would one day reawaken and take their country
and civilization back from the Silversteins of the world.

Silverstein was worried, but he remained confident that most young men and
women would never learn the truth about their glorious past and unique
creative abilities. After all, the mass media, Hollywood, the music industry,
the colleges, and the public schools are all controlled by "liberals" like
Dr. Silverstein. With the power of political correctness in their hands,
they can continue to tear down our European ancestors, destroy our
institutions and traditions, instigate blacks and other races against the
whites, flood America with third-world immigration, and push "hip-hop"
music, homosexuality, and other garbage onto a weak, confused and morally
degenerate youth. After reflecting upon these facts, Silverstein smiled a
devilish grin and muttered to himself: "A few of these European sheep may
wake up to what's being done to them, but the majority of these idiots never
will." And he smiled again....and laughed with diabolical Marxist glee. Then
he repeated to himself "No...they will never figure it all out until it's
too late."

Or will they?