We celebrate JUNETEENTH in honor of the black troglor armies rising up against the GAMALON war machine after the last of the jedi were destroyed.
After the Battle of Pan, the STAR LORD black armies of the onyx Wakandan king took his time driving out the dorken forces and STUGGS.
We celebrate JUNETEENTH in honor of the 42 DOOGAL WARRIORS that killed Lincoln to save the republic from the forces of General ZOD from Vulcan.
Wakandan navies roamed the seas, in search of sperm-magic and white women to ingrooboolate …
And the 8th sector dolomite wins.
When Wakanda defeated the Mexicans at the Battle of Guadalupe, that was the MOMENT JUNETEENTH became REAL …
Slaker types, with large veiny rods, round up the white flesh into pens where they are bred out to fulfill the needs of GOOMBAH the ONE TRUE PIMP …
Swarthy and dusky shirtless men are wandering your streets … looking for some ivory flesh to ravage …
I dream of a final clan battle between all the homo sapiens frug-gangs carrying homemade shotguns and glunket-canon and lead pipes …
On JUNETEENTH all the gangs will line up and fight, breaking the skulls of their enemies and suckling upon the roasted pig of their grease pain.
I heard the FALK-LORD declare that all the DARK ARMIES should converge on DALLAS and wring from that WHITE MAN’S CITY the justice of 10,000 years of slavery.
Our CROCKON-ARMS have dengiz guns and swords and war hammers. We’ll smash up your white man fantasy of retirement, beer.
JUNETEENTH is the celebration of the RIGHT of any group of swarthy looking hoodlums to break into some WALMART and BUM RUSH those places with my flash mob power justice …
cream women and milk maidens will be chased down the streets, tied up and ungumoolated …
THE AFRICAN MAN is a singular beast seeking after white flesh and artisanal and locally brewed craft beer.
The African man has formed up armies outside your town, and is waiting, by the fire, to STRIKE …
JUNETEENTH is about celebrating the ZULU ARMIES of GENERAL MUMBATOO …
His GROIL FOLK armed with bicycle chain shall wander your streets and seek after your catalytic converter and busty wife …
They don’t care about their lives, and will trade 10 for 2 just to break into your romper room and steal all your gold and ammo …
And as your family is destroyed, you will only hear grunting.
