‘Stop this fucking fortune hunter. Who steals our jobs and rapes our daughters. He wears a beard, he can’t be trusted. He brings us pain, he brings us slaughter. Tell him to go fuck himself, tell him to go home. Push him back to his own desert, or some other place to roam’. This land is MY homeland. This land is NO GO land. This land must stay closed… This man is not a terrorist, this man’s been terrorized. Let go of your moronic judgment, it’s so ill-advised. This man is not a fortune hunter, this man’s a refugee. Try seeing him for what he is, he’s just like you and me. That land was HIS homeland. That land is NO GO land. That land has been closed… Stop you fucking fortune hunter. You have no job, you rape my daughter. You sit around, you can’t be trusted. You love the pain, you love to slaughter. I tell you to go fuck yourself, leave me the fuck alone. Crawl back to your own private cave, your cover has been blown. This land is OUR homeland. This land is TO GO land. This land won’t be closed…
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