Roy Batty
Daily Stormer
September 21, 2017
Duterte literally gives no fucks and is the most hardcore anti-degeneracy President of all time, anywhere.
Even better than Hitler. No seriously, think about it. Hitler never had a pansy-ass son to test his patience. So we don’t know what Hitler would do in a situation where his son became gay or started pushing drugs or porn or something similar.
But we know what Duterte would do if his son were caught peddling drugs. He’d have him shot.
RT:
Philippines President Rodrigo Duterte says he will not hesitate to have his own son murdered if allegations of his involvement in a $125-million drug shipment prove to be true. He has also vowed to “protect the police who kill him.”
“I said before my order was: ‘If I have children who are into drugs, kill them so people will not have anything to say,’” Duterte said in a speech on Wednesday night, as quoted by AFP.
“So I told Pulong [son’s nickname]: ‘My order is to kill you if you are caught. And I will protect the police who kill you, if it is true.’”
The statement comes amid an allegation that Paolo Duterte is connected with an international drug cartel that attempted to ship $125 million worth of crystal methamphetamine from China to Manila in May.
The accusation was brought forward by Senator Antonio Trillanes IV, a vocal opponent of the president.
Check yourself before you wreck yourself, sonny.
One of the biggest problems with Fascism is the succession question. Who follows after the Fuhrer? Will he raise a son to take his place? What if that son was nothing like the father and screwed everything up?
Duterte has the answer and shows us the way. His system is a monarchy of lead and righteous vengeance. The only man who can take Duterte’s position after Duterte’s time has come is someone who has killed even more drug dealers than Duterte. This is a tough task to be sure. Especially since killing your own son immediately doubles your score with the Hardcore ™ multiplier.
The next president of the Philippines will probably be one of us, living in the ruins of Europe, offing Somali pill-pushers under the cover of dark. Look into your heart, you know it to be true.