Refugees in a Small Swedish Town

I had a job working for a major news company. They sent me to a small town in Sweden to report on the waves of refugees immigrating from Africa and the Middle East.

It was a small fishing village along the coast, probably 8,000 inhabitants. It had some of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. It was an old town, very old, and rumor had it that the vikings had used it as one of their major ports and brought all of their beautiful hostages from all over Europe. After copulating with them they created a whole town full of beautiful people.

Currently, all of the men seemed to be gone. After asking around I learned that the majority of the men had gone on a week-long fishing expedition far off into the Atlantic ocean. That was how it was done here, boats full of fish were constantly coming and going, but one time per year all of the men would go off on one major job.

On the same day that I arrived, a large cargo ship pulled into port.

Standing there on the piers, I watched as the boat docked. Then a large ramp slowly dropped. A few seconds later came dozens of men with dark skin. After exiting the craft, they began walking onto the pier.

As they walked past me I snapped a few pictures. They all wore very foreign looking clothing and all seemed to be speaking in various different languages.

I spoke to a few of them, "How long was the trip?" "Are you glad to be here?" general questions like that.

They were not very impressed by my presence and gave me vague simple answers. However, most of them seemed to comprehend English.

Other brown men who had not been on the boat showed up to greet them and began directing the new arrivals towards a large metal building 100 yards or so from the dock. I joined them. Once inside, I realized the building was just one large room, like an airplane hangar, nothing more than a cement floor with metal walls and a metal roof.

A wooden platform had been constructed on one side of the building with a microphone and two large speakers. A man in traditional Middle Eastern clothing stood on the platform waiting for all of the refugees to enter. He had a large graying beard, and on his head was some weird Muslim hat.

As the room filled, I began counting heads, there were eighty men with black hair. There were five or six white men standing in the back with me, they were reporters from other news agencies around the world. I said 'Hi' to the Canadian guy immediately to my right, I forgot his name but I had met him once in Thailand.

Suddenly the Middle Eastern man standing on the platform spoke into the microphone,

"Greetings my Muslim brothers. I know there are many of you from many different nations, so I am speaking English because I believe you will understand me better speaking English than any other language. And we have six translators here provided by the Swedish government to help you understand as well. Can all of you hear me?"

Many of the men nodded their heads in agreement. Interpreters had gathered men into different groups and began translating the man's words. The speech was being translated into six languages and dialects.

"You have been given a great opportunity, an opportunity to help create a whole new nation, even more, a whole new race. As you have probably heard, Europe is no longer reproducing, their men are not impregnating their women like a real man should."

I was confused, "What the hell is this guy talking about?"

The man continued,

"The women in this town need you, all of Europe needs you. Unlike the white man's penis, the Muslim penis is strong, and his testicles are fertile and full of sperm. White men are weak, and impotent. It's time for you to use these strong gifts Allah has given you on the bodies of the white women of this town and convert them to Islam. Through their fertile bodies you will take their Christian souls, but you must fill their wombs with Islamic seed first."

I raised my camera and zoomed in closely on his face, there was not an ounce of humor in his expression. I snapped a few pictures.

"It is time to take their women, their daughters and their wives. Take them without permission if you must. Lift the skirt of their wives, unhook their daughter's bra, reach in and squeeze the pale flesh, squeeze what you want, grab whatever you want, strip them, them, ravish them, then establish your new homes deep inside their wombs."

The men were beginning to get really excited. By their smiles and perverted hand gestures, clearly they knew what direction this speech was going.

"They invited you here. They are your host. You have a right to their women. Muslim men have physical needs which must be satisfied, needs much stronger than the needs of white men, and the only women here are the white ones. And let's face the facts, they want you to interbreed with their women, why else would they invite you here? White men enjoy seeing their women bred by darker-skinned men, it's a fact."

"This town is full of beautiful white women. Their breasts are large and succulent with the capacity to nurse many sons. Allah made the women of this town as beautiful as they are because Muslim men can not resist them, nor should they resist them. Remember, the place of the white woman is on her knees; submissive, passive, willing. It is time to give the white woman orgasms, many of them, her orgasms will change Europe forever, they will change the world forever, the moans of pleasure coming from the mouths of white women will be the sounds of Christianity being wiped from the earth. They should and will be heard all across Europe."

His voice was becoming very loud now.

"We will witness Eurabia coming to life. This new conquest of Europe will not be by guns nor tanks, but by strong Muslim men giving orgasms to fertile white women. By pleasure. Through pleasure, the streets of Europe will be filled with strong Muslim warriors. The borders are open, and so are the legs of their women. Make them submit and obey. New kings and new traditions will be established. They are whores anyway, filthy whores, nothing but incubators for a new continent. Make it so pleasurable for them that after dumping your seed deep into their shuddering wombs they are left devoted to bringing Muslim babies into the world. Your penises are so much larger than what she is used to, victory will be oh so pleasant for her. It matters not whether she knows who the father is, so long as there is a brown child born."

Suddenly he began shouting into the microphone at the top of his lungs, "Swedish women are waiting for you, now, right outside. Go get them! Take them, take what is rightfully yours! Breed! Breed strong Muslim warriors for Allah! Breed! Breeeeed!"

With a triumphant yell, all of the men shouted and raised their fists, then began running towards the main doorway. Out of the building they poured and towards the town they began to run.

Along with the other media guys, I slowly followed them out into the bright sunlight.

Turning towards the town, the closest houses were perhaps a quarter mile away; high-roofed with white outlines. The backs of the eighty or so refugees could be seen jogging towards them.

After a few moments, the excited jabbering and thumping feet from the refugees could no longer be heard. Standing close enough to the piers to hear the waves, I and the other media guys stood there silently. A slight breeze was passing over us.

To say that the speech had given me an uneasy feeling would be a huge understatement. I felt nauseous, all of the life seemingly draining from my body.

Turning towards the Canadian guy, "What the hell was that all about?" I asked.

"They're doing this all over Scandinavia." He spoke while raising his camera to take a picture. "They are promised beautiful Scandinavian women if they get on these boats and head north. Looks like these guys are getting exactly what they were promised."

The camera clicked away.

I could hear a few distant seagulls.

"So what is going to happen once they make it into town?" I asked.

The guy turned to me with a curious expression, "Well, you took Sexual Education in high school, didn't you?"

"What do you mean? ?" I asked.

He turned away from me again, "Yes, there will be some of that." Raising his camera again, he placed an eye behind it and adjusted the sights, "Don't get emotional about this, dude, it's none of our business. It's a totally different culture."

A totally different culture? What the fuck is going on here?