I imagine myself in British India, leading my platoon. Our aim is to piss off British dogs. We keep pissing them off and they keep getting triggered. Our men have successfully sacked the British parliament and the cries of "Inquilab Zindabad!" (Long Live the Resistance) is heard amongst the massive crowds. It is the year 1915, and our Germanic brothers are fighting the eternal Anglo in Europe, we tell our brothers to conscript in the armed forces and betray them in battle.
A bunch of coconuts (house nigger, uncle tom whatever you call them) arrive and arrest me. I'll be sentenced to death but I don't fear it, I welcome it. Only God will be my judge, and he'd be damn pleased when he finds out I BTFOed the Anglo in my lifetime, only REAL men are capable of such feat.
I'm brought in court and charged for conspiracy. To right of the Anglo judge is his master, Schlomokikelberg who is already trying to buy property in Israel, even though the Holocaust hasn't even started yet.
"On the basis Section 168, Criminal Conspiracy against the Government of British India, and Section 302, Attempt to murder, and Section 298, Sedition against the Indian state, this court sentences you, and your conspirators to death by hanging."
"FUCK YEAH! HANG ME BITCH", I shouted. The rest of the courtroom erupted into cries of "Inquilab Zindabad".
Meanwhile the Anglo's house pet, aka Mahatma Gandhi had already became a little bitch and denounced my actions as 'radical' and against the 'tradition of India'. Typical Anglo puppet.
As the rope around my neck tightened my vision faded, until it went completely dark. I woke up, in the Himalayas, my homeland, to be welcomed by my INDIC brethren. I finally made, I made it...
