Calais Colorfuls Drag Tree Trunks Onto Road to Enrich Incoming Traffic

When I lay in bed at night staring at the ceiling, I often ask myself, “Were colored people put on Earth to teach White people the meaning of vibrancy?”

In time, I had to admit that that was the case.

After all, before benevolent Jewish politicians campaigned to open its borders to the Third World, Europe was a boring and predictable place. Cities were drab and colorless, restaurants served Swedish meatballs and other uninspired fare, and people attended concerts at stadiums – and just got the concert.

Not anymore.

Nowadays, life in Europe is like a box of chocolate-colored people: you never know what you’re gonna get. Could it be a Turkish delight (gang rape)? A fudge surprise (fecal throwing)? A caramel swirl (a White girl’s baby)?

It’s completely unpredictable and I love it!

Take a look at this recent story from the UK, for example. I dare you to tell me that England was more fun without these highway shenanigans.

Breitbart:

A van driver has died in an accident at Calais after migrants dragged tree trunks onto the A16 motorway in a bid to slow traffic and break into vehicles bound for Britain.

At just before 4am on Tuesday, two trucks were forced to suddenly brake so as to avoid the tree trunks placed by migrants to block the road.

A third van, coming up from behind, was unable to stop in time and crashed into the other vehicles. According to Franceinfo the Renault Master — which was registered in Poland — caught fire, and its driver died in the accident.

Local media reports the death of the driver is the first at Calais caused by the actions of migrants determined to break into Britain. The identity of the deceased is not yet known at this stage, “given the state of the body”, said a spokesman for the Pas-de-Calais prefecture.

Nine Eritreans were arrested on suspicion of having placed tree trunks on the road, and are being held in police custody.

It’s often said that moments before a White person dies at the hands of migrants, time slows to a stop and he feels at one with his attackers. He comes to appreciate the continents they’ve crossed to enrich his life, and feelings of bliss and gratitude overcome him before everything fades to black.

I wonder if the van driver who died at the hands of those migrants’ tree trunks had the same epiphany?

I like to think so.