Best Death of 2016
by Billy Roper
As each year wanes, lists are made of all those who have left us over the past twelve months, shuffling off this mortal coil to their just rewards, or deserts. In 2016, which saw the passing of my dad and grandma and some friends as well, there were far too many losses. However, the annum is closing on a bright note. Aside from the Jewish and other nonWhite celebrities whom others grieve and I quietly celebrate the passing of, it’s a more local, and personal, demise which brings me the most satisfaction, this New Year.
Eleven years ago, we held a protest against a Gay Pride parade in Conway, Arkansas. About twenty patriotic citizens, thirteen of them members and supporters of my organization, began at the start of the parade route and paced the mincing queers as they flounced down the street. Here’s our after-action report from the time:
“White Revolution’s anti-gay pride parade protest went smoothly. Thirteen White Revolution members and supporters, some with their children, not only stood on the public sidewalk to protest, but followed the queers along the parade route displaying the much-traveled White Revolution banner and signs with such statements as:
“Stay away from our children”; “Free the gerbils”; “God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve”; and “Thanks for not procreating!”.
No church groups or other organizations came out to protest the event, making the local residents thankful that someone had the fortitude to stand up for them when no one else would. The locals were eager to accept the WR literature and offered their sincere thanks.
The news interviews were also used to focus attention on the July 2nd (2005) anti-immigration protest in Little Rock.”
I remember how I felt a few years back, when I found out that a Communist queer Jew named Jordan Federer, one of the mob who attacked me in front of the German Embassy in Washington, D.C. in 2001, had died of AIDS. Satisfied. Another case closed. That’s how I feel again, since the last of the Conway Gay Pride parade organizers has gone to Hell.
Gay parasite John Schenck, whose faggot “husband” thankfully died last year, finally unclenched and joined his queer lover to burn for eternity this past week. A longtime “gay rights” activist and spokescritter, he began with the infamous Stonewall Inn riots in New York, before bringing his particular brand of degeneracy to Arkansas. After decades of luring underaged children to their home to keep them company, Schenck was left without even enough money to pay for his own burial expenses. I propose a solution: just spread him along the parade route, as a local farmer did a load of cow manure, when he first began the parade. That way, people can continue to pound him flat, just like he always enjoyed.
Congratulations to dead faggot John Schenck, winner of the award for ‘Best Death of 2016’.