/sci/ - Science & Math

[Anonymous No.7905408]

So why exactly did we decide to let niggers into civilized societies instead of Gorillas?
The violence? Niggers make up 13 percent of the population yet commit 60 Percent of the crime so this myth would have to be thrown out the door.
Is it because they look nothing like us? Well neither do niggers so that has to be thrown right out the door
Is it the Hair? The hair seems to be the only think keeping Gorillas from free shit?

What is the science behind letting an Inferior animal into a country while leaving the better one home?

It is possibly because the only reason blacks are here is because of the slave trade? and Gorillas would not be tamed like the inferior blacks?
Is this the only reason?

Is there more /sci/ ?
What reasons?

[Anonymous No.7905450]

Well if their black slavemasters didn't sold em to the whitey, they wouldn't be slaves. I think if the same opportunities were given to Koko, he would do a better job in society than Tyrones and DeLaquishas

[Anonymous No.7905475]

>>7905450
I have come to the same conclusion my friend.

We should put niggers and Gorillas in a big fighting ring and whoever comes out alive gets to live in a civilized society.

That way we get the most intelligent and cunning animals.

[Anonymous No.7905481]

Make it stop

[Anonymous No.7905486]

>>7905450
>I think if the same opportunities were given to Koko
But Koko was raised in a lab and basically got the best teaching you could give a gorilla.

[Anonymous No.7905488]

>>7905408
racism is fucking stupid except for how much it triggers sjws.

[Anonymous No.7905491]

>>7905486
> being a labrat and get constantly experimented on
> got the best teaching

[Anonymous No.7905494]

>>7905491
Of course he got tested but how is that bad? Same thing happens with humans.

[Anonymous No.7905495]

>>7905481
You did not know Gorillas where superior to Niggers my friend?

Here is a ranking

For humans
1) Whites or Asians (Debatable)
2) Hispanics
3)Native Americans
4)Dogs

And for the the Animals
1)Ants
2)Gorillas
3)Beavers
4)Bees
2)Niggers

Ect....

[Anonymous No.7905508]

>>7905494
Would you rather get a banana when you put a circle shape into a circle hole and get a middle finger if you get it wrong ? Testing isn't done to teach him something, he's tamed and selected from the start to be a labrat and nothing more.

[Anonymous No.7905511]

Report and ignore trash threads.
Help clean up /sci/.

[Anonymous No.7905515]

>>7905511
thanks for the irrelevant headsup

[Anonymous No.7905517]

>>7905511

Come on anon I know niggers are sub-human and need to be killed off but really? Calling them trash?
Seem a bit low class desu

[Anonymous No.7905519]

>>7905488
No
Triggering SJW is just a bonus

Racism against niggers is totally healthy they are sub human.

[Anonymous No.7905530]

>>7905495
>1) Whites or Asians (Debatable)
Fuck you Asians do better than whites in every IQ or standard test ever. If you are using the same IQ test to call niggers niggers at least be consistant and admit Asian superiority.

[Anonymous No.7905532]

>>7905530
I don't. IQ tests are racist because black people are shit at it. nobody even mentioned IQ

[Anonymous No.7905535]

>>7905530
Alright Alright anon
fine Asians are superior

Just don't get ahead of yourself
After the whites fall they will come for asians
You will all be nigger babies in a couple of years.

[Anonymous No.7905550]

>>7905535
>the commies are coming
You guys literally brought the niggers into your country. They didn't just migrate to America.

[Anonymous No.7905557]

>>7905550
I guess it's time to get them back on the boat.

[Anonymous No.7905562]

>>7905557
This.

They need to leave
disgrace to America.

[Anonymous No.7905592]

>>7905550
No we didn't
The Jews did
Literally look it up.

[Anonymous No.7905593]

>>7905592
>no u XDDD
Your fault for letting them in power, idiot.

[Anonymous No.7905605]

>>7905408
language
also gorillas share 98% of our DNA, black people have the same DNA with ethnicity-related minor polymorphisms

[Anonymous No.7905609]

>>7905408
#MakeSciGreatAgain
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how
long precisely—having little or no money in my purse,
and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I
would sail about a little and see the watery part of the
world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and
regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself
growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp,
drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself
involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and
bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially
whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it
requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from
deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically
knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to
get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol
and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself
upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is
nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all
men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very
nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.

[MakeSciGreatAgain No.7905610]

>>7905609
There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes,
belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—
commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the
streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the
battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and
cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out
of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath
afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and
from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you
see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town,
stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in
ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some
seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the
bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the
rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But
these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and
plaster—tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to
desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What
do they here?

[MakeSciGreatAgain No.7905613]

>>7905610
But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for
the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange!
Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the
land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water
as they possibly can without falling in. And there they
stand—miles of them—leagues. Inlanders all, they come
from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues—north, east,
south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the
magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those
ships attract them thither?

[Anonymous No.7905615]

>>7905593

>Implying we did not try and stop them for years before they finally managed to kill every good person.

Andrew Jackson will never be forgotten

"I killed the bank" -Last words of Andrew Jackson

[MakeSciGreatAgain No.7905618]

>>7905613
Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high
land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to
one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by
a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most
absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest
reveries—stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going,
and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be
in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great
American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan
happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes,
as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for
ever.

[MakeSciGreatAgain No.7905619]

>>7905618
But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the
dreamiest, shadiest, quietest, most enchanting bit of
romantic landscape in all the valley of the Saco. What is
the chief element he employs? There stand his trees, each
with a hollow trunk, as if a hermit and a crucifix were within; and here sleeps his meadow, and there sleep his
cattle; and up from yonder cottage goes a sleepy smoke.
Deep into distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching
to overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill-side
blue. But though the picture lies thus tranced, and though
this pine-tree shakes down its sighs like leaves upon this
shepherd’s head, yet all were vain, unless the shepherd’s
eye were fixed upon the magic stream before him. Go
visit the Prairies in June, when for scores on scores of
miles you wade knee-deep among Tiger-lilies—what is
the one charm wanting?—Water—there is not a drop of
water there! Were Niagara but a cataract of sand, would
you travel your thousand miles to see it? Why did the
poor poet of Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two
handfuls of silver, deliberate whether to buy him a coat,
which he sadly needed, or invest his money in a pedestrian
trip to Rockaway Beach? Why is almost every robust
healthy boy with a robust healthy soul in him, at some
time or other crazy to go to sea? Why upon your first
voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical
vibration, when first told that you and your ship were
now out of sight of land? Why did the old Persians hold
the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity,
and own brother of Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that story of
Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting,
mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was
drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all
rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable
phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.