Killing the parents, but they keep the child alive alone to the unknown and didn't kill him, top 3 humanity moments
Spics are fucking annoying, always playing that monotone music in every fucking circumstance. It's worse among the younger generations, as the lyrics are as undecent as possible. You can sense the smell of marihuana and body odour building up in your nostrils just by hearing it. There's retarded migrants in my country that even go around with loudspeakers to ensure their mind is perpetually sedated by this monotone niggerbabble "music", and of course the usual batch of dysgenic wiggers following suit.
I saw this video of an Australian guy that for some disgraceful turn of events ended up living in a South American shithole, and he got into a fight with his shitskin neighbour because he couldn't fucking turn the volume down. This I would enrich citing Arthur Schopenhauer's "On Noise", from Parerga und Paralipomena ( https://onemorelibrary.com/index.php/en/ )
"Kant wrote a treatise on The Vital Powers. I should prefer to write a dirge for them. The
superabundant display of vitality, which takes the form of knocking, hammering, and
tumbling things about, has proved a daily torment to me all my life long. There are people,
it is true — nay, a great many people — who smile at such things, because they are not
sensitive to noise; but they are just the very people who are also not sensitive to argument,
or thought, or poetry, or art, in a word, to any kind of intellectual influence. The reason of
it is that the tissue of their brains is of a very rough and coarse quality. On the other hand,
noise is a torture to intellectual people. In the biographies of almost all great writers, or
wherever else their personal utterances are recorded, I find complaints about it; in the case
of Kant, for instance, Goethe, Lichtenberg, Jean Paul; and if it should happen that any
writer has omitted to express himself on the matter, it is only for want of an opportunity."
I saw this video of an Australian guy that for some disgraceful turn of events ended up living in a South American shithole, and he got into a fight with his shitskin neighbour because he couldn't fucking turn the volume down. This I would enrich citing Arthur Schopenhauer's "On Noise", from Parerga und Paralipomena ( https://onemorelibrary.com/index.php/en/ )
"Kant wrote a treatise on The Vital Powers. I should prefer to write a dirge for them. The
superabundant display of vitality, which takes the form of knocking, hammering, and
tumbling things about, has proved a daily torment to me all my life long. There are people,
it is true — nay, a great many people — who smile at such things, because they are not
sensitive to noise; but they are just the very people who are also not sensitive to argument,
or thought, or poetry, or art, in a word, to any kind of intellectual influence. The reason of
it is that the tissue of their brains is of a very rough and coarse quality. On the other hand,
noise is a torture to intellectual people. In the biographies of almost all great writers, or
wherever else their personal utterances are recorded, I find complaints about it; in the case
of Kant, for instance, Goethe, Lichtenberg, Jean Paul; and if it should happen that any
writer has omitted to express himself on the matter, it is only for want of an opportunity."