The Refugee Center

In a daze I walked away from the woman's home and towards where I assumed the center of town to be.

Did I really just see that?

Along a sidewalk I continued walking, houses were to my left, the street was to my right.

Is that happening all over this town, is that possible?

A minute later and I saw up ahead a large brick building with several people standing out front. Some of them were men, white men, and they were wearing uniforms of some kind.

Thank God. Whoever they were, I will report the **** I had just witnessed. That woman may need medical attention.

As I got closer, I could read a large sign above the front doorway, in English it read; 'Refugee Center'. I supposed this was where all of those refugees from the boats had run to.

Once I got to within twenty feet or so of the men in the uniforms, I noticed how they were sizing me up. Their eyes focused on my media credentials pinned to my chest and the camera hanging from my neck. One of them gripped the handle of the main door into the building and opened it wide for me, I walked through the doors and into the building.

It was a large open room inside. On one side of the room were men who were clearly refugees. But they were not the same men I had seen coming off the boat. These men were from somewhere more distant. They were obviously Muslims, I could tell by their clothing and hats, they wore those long shirts that went all the way down to their knees. They were not Africans or Arabs. They were probably from southeast Asia; Thailand, Malaysia, Indonesia, countries like that. They must have come on a boat that had showed up earlier in the morning, I had heard some of the other reporters taking about it.

The men were standing over on one side of the room as if they had been told to stand there and wait. There were roughly twenty of them. A few white men in uniforms seemed to be directing them.

The wall held dozens of small posters. Some of them were anatomical; women's reproductive organs, fetuses, sperm, eggs. Others were more political, although the words were in Swedish, they were pictures of very pale white women nursing dark babies, pregnant white women standing next to dark fathers, and teen girls with dark-skinned boyfriends. The posters were all the same style and had obviously been created by the same people, most of the women were pregnant with dark hands holding their breasts and pointing the pink nipples towards the camera.

A minute later and a door opposite the immigrants opened and in walked a dozen or so young Swedish women. Immediately they snatched the attention of everyone in the room. It was as if they were the star attraction and everyone had been waiting for them. They all seemed young, between 20 and 30 years of age, and attractive, most of them blond. They looked neither nervous nor content, but determined, and serious, as if they were about to perform a difficult task.

I aimed my camera and zoomed in on them for some pictures. They were extremely beautiful, perhaps those legends of them being descendants of beautiful viking booty was true.

"Welcome to a world free from racism." I heard a woman's voice emit from a speaker.

Looking around, I saw a middle-aged white woman standing by the wall holding a microphone. She was blond and tall and wearing some kind of a uniform. An identification badge hanging from a string around her neck was on her chest.

She turned directly to the refugees, smiled, and then spoke with a Swedish accent, "Welcome to Sweden, welcome to Europe. You have chosen wisely."

Translators were in action. Speaking Swedish to the Swedish women was a female translator. Male translators had divided the refugees up into three groups and were translating the woman's words directly to them verbally.

"We know you have been through much on your journey here." the woman continued. "We have invited you here, and we are prepared for your visit. It's not fair for us to take you from your wives and women without offering you help with your physical needs. We welcome you, and we submit ourselves to you, both our minds and our bodies. We understand the aggression towards women you are used to manifesting, and we accept it. Dark-skinned men are naturally more aggressive, and need more, more of everything. We understand how much you need sexual release, and we accept it. We are at your service."

"But, more importantly." Her voice began to crack, she was becoming emotional, "Our indigenous population is shrinking. We are in rapid decline. The time has come to change this. What you are about to do is so important for us. You are saving an entire continent. Think about that for a moment, an entire continent will be strengthened and saved if you only do what comes naturally to you, what comes naturally to all dark-skinned men. The whole experience will be so natural."

She wiped away the tears and paused for a moment. Then she pointed to the women and spoke,

"It's time. Do what comes natural to you. Take them, **** them if you must, right here in this room, take them and fill their wombs with your seed."

There was silence in the room, the refugees looked confused. They were not quite sure if they understood her correctly. She turned to them and began walking towards them, almost beckoning to them.

"Their white bodies are yours to vanquish, so vanquish them. Don't worry, their men are far away. Each one of these women is very fertile and waiting for you to impregnate her. Impregnation is why we invited you here in the first place. You have a right to these women, you are now their Muslim masters, their bodies are your trophies, incubators for a new Europe."

Some of the refugees began to undress. Many of them were smiling now.

The woman continued, "Now is the time to penetrate them with your mighty Muslim rods. Do it. Strip them, fondle their pale bodies, penetrate their fertile wombs, and erupt deep inside them. Make them moan, give them pleasure, give them orgasms, but most importantly, give them each a beautiful brown fetus."