I hope the ending of 8(a) fixes the mall situation as well. You wanna talk about infinite Somalis at a The Mall of America? Brother, let me enlighten you to the endless jeet nigger infestation you'll see at every fucking mall I've been to for the last decade. Every fucking kiosk, every fucking stall that exists in the main thoroughfare is manned by these stinky, shit-eating subhumans, always hocking the same 4th-world Chinesium-grade products or offering the same nigger-tier cell phone repair services, and nobody ever interacts with them. They do no business. They attract no customers. People will consciously give them a wide berth when walking around them lest they attract the attention of one of the swarthy curry monkeys. If they're not zoned out on their phones with their hideous feet propped up on the counter they're all fucking off and congregating with each other doing absolutely nothing resembling work.
There's no way these niggers should be in business. No fucking way any of that's profitable. It suddenly makes sense when you hear there's a program giving endless gibs to every flavor of brown crying that they need assistance.
Make Malls Great Again. Begin the Day of the Flush. Enact TJD. Get these rape-loving nigger fiends out of my fucking Americana institutions.
