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C. Wadsworth
Posted on Dec 02 2018 at 10:11 AM
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“Fuck Me, Achmed, Fuck me harder!” She cried out in that Calais alley. She prayed he was underage but refugees don’t have ID’s. 

She came to help the poor souls like Achmed find freedom- or at least a free place to stay, free food, free medical care- back home in Sweden. But when she saw the tawny masculinity of these hardy travelers, her blond vagina moistened in excitement. She knew then she must move here-to assist in the assimilation of the migrants-for cunt and country. 

She placed a message at the local mosque “White woman wants Muslim men for friendship with benefits”. Soon the beaten detritus of 14 centuries of male dominance-and a few years of war they were apparently to weak to fight, join or stop-arrived at the door of her rented flat. 

She lay flat on her back on the rough floor with a sign on her door – “ Come right in.”

And come they did-a swarthy sweaty mass of manhood ready to ram their holy power into this once fertile feminist. 

However, after too many rough sex sessions caused a tear in her labia, she decided to seek medical attention. On the way to the clinic the alley attack happened. She wanted to just ride with it. But the pain was now growing unbearable. 

“Stop Achmed! It hurt! It hurt!” She screamed 

But Achmed only heard “It’s Hot! It’s hot!” So he kept cramming his cock into her, like a minaret rising to reach Allah in the sky. 

Suddenly she slumped. Submission. He shot his load, pulled out and spat on her crumpled form in the filthy ditch. 

And the moral of this fable: Virtue and Virtue Signaling are not equivalent. 

C WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW prays for your souls nightly from a remote location deep in the heart of Texas