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il faut d'abord bien comprendre la situation... avoir beaucoup d'enfants avec la même femme est impossible de nos jours, il faut répartir votre descendance entre plusieurs femmes françaises femelles blanches
aussi si vous êtes jeunes, baisez vos copines sans préservatif et essayez de les mettre enceintes à 20 ans, car c'est la voie royale pour qu'elles deviennent malgré elles, et au bout de quelques temps d'adaptation, de bonnes mères de famille

Tu mérites de te faire lyncher en publique pour de tel propos sale bougnoule dégénéré

https://en.wikisource.org[...]ichard_Wagner_in_Bayreuth

His new masterpiece, which included all the most powerful, effective, and entrancing forces that he knew, he now laid before men with this great and painfully cutting question: “Where are ye all who suffer and think as I do? Where is that number of souls that I wish to see become a people, that ye may share the same joys and comforts with me? In your joy ye will reveal your misery to me.” These were his questions in Tannhauser and Lohengrin, in these operas he looked about him for his equals —the anchorite yearned for the number.

But what were his feelings withal? Nobody answered him. Nobody had understood his question. Not that everybody remained silent: on the contrary, answers were given to thousands of questions which he had never put; people gossipped about the new masterpieces as though they had only been composed for the express purpose of supplying subjects for conversation. The whole mania of aesthetic scribbling and small talk overtook the Germans like a pestilence, and with that lack of modesty which characterises both German scholars and German journalists, people began measuring, and generally meddling with, these masterpieces, as well as with the person of the artist. Wagner tried to help the comprehension of his question by writing about it; but this only led to fresh confusion and more uproar, —for a musician who writes and thinks was, at that time, a thing unknown. The cry arose: “He is a theorist who wishes to remould art with his far-fetched notions—stone him!” Wagner was stunned: his question was not understood, his need not felt; his masterpieces seemed a message addressed only to the deaf and blind; his people— an hallucination. He staggered and vacillated.