America, Europe, Australia, and Canada have been transformed into South Africa. The White children are victimized everyday by invaders who want them brutally tortured and dead. This didn't have to happen. The first world could have remained first world countries, and yet the Greatest Generation, the Silent generation, Boomers, and Gen X decided that their children didn't deserve peace and happiness. They decided that their descendants deserved to experience hell on Earth. The Boomers are Apostles of Satan, and nobody can convince me otherwise. This seems to be a universal constant across all first world nations, even non-white countries like Japan. They worship the demons of the third world, sacrificing their children and grandchildren to appease these creatures and protect their own virtuousness.
Unlike the hellspawn that are the Boomers, I can't close my heart to the suffering of the innocent. The lack of empathy displayed by many Elder Whites and White women (in general) literally makes me sick to my stomach. It gets harder and harder to wake up everyday knowing this.
Something I've noticed with boomers and their grandkids is often they expected grandkids to be brought to them and "presented" in the form that they want, in order to choreograph something the boomer grandparent is interested in. If you don't they bitch and moan that everyone just abandons old people it's terrible blah blah. I mean my grandfather they used to drive to get me an hour away just to hang out for the day or to stay with them for the week and bring me back. Because they had the time and ability and my parents didn't. It's trivial for a retired person to come up with a few extra hours.
Funny enough I got dragged around to all sorts of things. May have looked like free labor on the outside, but the reality was I was never doing any real work or at least I didn't feel like I was working. What I was doing was being exposed to all sorts of actual good male role models that were his acquaintances and friends that totally didn't mind talking to me like a person and in a way an equal and therefore rubbed off all sorts of good things a young boy should learn about being a man.
Boomers wanted everything choreographed to match their fantasies. In college, I renovated a historic house in return for living there for free. My Boomer mother set foot in the house precisely 0 times, because I wouldn't enable her fantasy choreographing.