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As is true of most of the entities that make up the experienceable universe, the likeability and desirability of niggers is dependent on what particular experience you wish to derive from them.
Certainly, for anyone who still has any use in their personal psychical economy for the good old "masculine principle", niggers are pretty much indispensable. What with the progressive feminization of the white race and the degeneration of our once-proud penes into something like vestigial organs - perhaps I should only speak for myself here; I'm certainly an egregious and deplorable example of both tendencies, but I suspect I'm far from being an exception - "male" and "nigger" have currently reached the point of being just about synonymous with one another. In other words, the only hope that still exists of that awesome and precious "feminine principle" that is potential in such a delectable creature as the long-departed Camel, for instance, being brought to manifest itself in the actually experienceable world lies in the vigorous intervention of a nigger, which "males" like you and I can hope, at most, to be allowed to observe from afar. Admittedly, rumour has it that a Russian or Ukrainian might do here "at a pinch" - but I think this case is covered, and reconciled with my central thesis, by Pushkin's point that Russia's essential contribution to Western civilization consisted in its sacrificing itself to barbarism in order that Europe might be preserved from barbarism. (Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, recent Slavonic scholarship has revealed that Pushkin, of all people, knew whereof he spoke here, being not only the founder of modern Russian literature but yes, himself a nigger, apparently).
As to chinks, don't even get me started. I wasted four years and more of my fucking life trying to find out just what useful or pleasurable experiences might be derived from THOSE yellow, wizened little bastards. The answer, it turned out, is NONE! They're a complete waste of space and obviously some sort of major abberation in God's providential plan for the human species.
I suppose the stupidity of my error here is mitigated by the special circumstances applying at the time - the late 70s / early 80s - when I first began to toy with the idiotic idea of becoming a sinologist. Mao Zedong was only a couple of years dead and he was such an imposing, Faustian, virile figure - I can VIVIDLY imagine him jovially flipping his trademark blue-denim cap onto Camel's luxuriant flowing Caucasian tresses as she knelt and devoted, with blissful subservience, her perfect little strawberry of a mouth to the service of his surely Africanly-proportioned yellow rod - that it was easy to ignore, in those days, how UTTERLY unrepresentative of ALL his other countrymen he surely was.