The Beautiful Game

I hate soccer I hate it so much I don’t call it football I call it soccer, It is a pointless boring game involving no impressive skill or reward, An exhausting inane farce that distracts millions from reality, I hate the English; I hate them so much I call them stupid peasants, Angry, hateful, mostly retarded fools, who are utterly enslaved by their government, Ignorant of the facts, they are not free or strong, coward thugs protected by their enslavement, Ancient tribes once roamed those beautiful isles, each with its own shamanic tradition, Each with its own herb lore, astrological systems, martial, music, sculptural and visual arts, Each with its own deep mystical language with roots into the fabric of creation, Destroyed and overtaken by poisoned humans who were consumed by ego and greed, Languages and traditions destroyed and replaced by a fake slave language and a fake slave religion. All of Northern Europe was conquered but nowhere so badly retarded as England and from there it spread. The scourge eventually destroyed all free peoples of the world even the Native American’s and Tibetans. And soccer embodies the stupidity of the enslaved, a twisted treat for the cowed masses.