/soy/ - Soyjaks

This is you. This is your sister, your wife, your daughter. But this, right here is you. This is your sister, your wife, your daughter. This is you. This is your sister, your wife, your daughter. But this is you.

And this is their reaction, when you are killed. This is the joy they feel, when your sister is raped, when your children are castrated, brainwashed to hate you. This is their ecstasy, when the floor of the subway car is awash with your blood. This is you.

Make no mistakes, that is a symbol that is you. But this won't last long, they can't help themselves, because they're so ugly, and so low, that the only joy that they can experience, the only good that they can envision, is to take something beautiful or innocent down to their level, and when they can't do it, the next best thing is blood.

This is Charlie's family, and these are his children, who will never be able to hug their dad. They'd grow up with a murdered father, and these are the people who smugly revel in this, and they won't stop with just Charlie.

The boats are burned, there's nobody coming to help, the barbarians are at the gate. This is the fall of Ancient Rome that we are living through, currently. And what happens in the next two weeks, is going to determine the future of mankind. That's not hyperbole, that's just how it is.