Greenop Is Not a Funny Name
The year is 2021, mankind has almost beaten the most widespread pandemic of all time, and yet we as a species have still to move past our barbaric behavior.
What is a simple joke worth to you? What is a single word worth to you? Just a few short years ago, hearing a Caucasoid say the N-Word, or hearing a normal person say the F-word (Faggot) or the R-word (Retard) was common, perhaps even a daily occurrence. Today these words are Haram. Woke lefty mobs stop at nothing to prevent your most basic right of speech, claiming “racism” or “homophobia” whenever you so much as utter a slur, yet curiously, they remain deathly silent whenever someone utters the forbidden name? Why is this? The pain that any queer is faced when they are called a slur pales in comparison to the suffrage of the Greenops when someone should make fun of their name.
So why is there silence, why does no one speak for the helpless. Just as a passer by may be stricken with the bystander effect when they see a tragedy thinking “i’m sure some one else will help” people just idly watch as an innocent Greenop is faced with unimaginable torment. The social apathy towards the Masefieldians is palpable, and repulsive. People do not speak out, they do not step forward and say “enough” because to do so risks social ostracisation. Is it truly the case that we would rather watch someone be tortured in front of us than to stop it? Have we as a society learned nothing from history?
It is times like these that I remember a poem, by an old Lutheran Pastor Martin Niemöller, First They Came…
First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me — and there was no one left to speak for me.
History tells us one thing, when extremists and reactionaries look for scapegoats, such as the Greenops, they will never be satisfied. Once no more Greenops walk the streets, they will look for another target, and once that target has been extinguished they will look for another, so on and so on. While you may rest easy tonight, the end of your days may be fast approaching. First they came for the Greenops, then the Butts, then the Duckhams, then the Marshes.
But it doesn’t have to be this way.
The future is ours for the taking, why sit back, allow ourselves to be divided. Why fight, like rats squabbling over bait! We have what they will never have, what no hoarded money, gold or silver can buy! We are the men and women who built this town, who built this country, who built this world! The united proletariat is unstoppable, we build their factories, their guns, their bombs, and ultimately we control them! Through union we are gods, an un-controllable righteous force of nature. Learn of this, spread the word, our union makes us strong!