British University Tells Students of Color to Stop Shitting in Showers and Bins

Michael Byron
Daily Stormer
June 15, 2017

When White people are asked about the benefits of diversity, they usually reply with “they enrich our culture.”

Well, this is certainly true. When millions of Third Worlders enter a First World nation, progress in culture – art, film, music, opera – reaches the stratosphere.

But diversity enriches other areas of our society, too.

Showers, for example. And even bins.

The Telegraph:

A university has told its students to stop defecating in the showers and dustbins, blaming the problem on the “multi-cultural population”.

Students at the University of Strathclyde were warned over their inappropriate toilet habits, and told that that although “different countries have different practices”, they should be aware that “here in the UK the accepted practise is the use only the WC”.

The email, sent by the operations management team at the university’s Technology and Innovation Centre on Thursday, raised concerns following complaints from cleaners at the state-of-the-art facility.

You’ve got to love the implications here.

Since it’s almost certainly illegal for Britons to assume that foreigners are the ones shitting in their bins and showers, I imagine that numerous cleaners and students have caught these colored folk in the act.

This is hardcore, uncompromising enrichment.

Imagine being a student at the University of Strathclyde. You’ve got a big exam coming up, and you need to read Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales in preparation for it.

So, you head to the library, find a seat in a quiet, unoccupied area and start reading the prologue.

When that Aprilis, with his showers swoot,
The drought of March hath pierced to the root,
And bathed every vein in such licour,
Of which virtue engender’d is the flower;
When Zephyrus eke with his swoote breath
Inspired hath in every holt and heath
The tender croppes and the younge sun
Hath in the Ram his halfe course y-run,
And smalle fowles make melody,
That sleepen all the-

*RUDE NOISE*

What the hell was that?!

Startled, you put the book down and look around. Nothing seems out of place.

Ah, well, someone on the other side of the room probably moved a chair.

Okay, back to it. You have to learn this material or else you’re gonna fail.

That sleepen all the night with open eye,
(So pricketh them nature in their corages);
Then longe folk to go on pilgrimages,
And palmers for to seeke strange strands,
To *ferne hallows couth in sundry lands;
And specially, from every shire’s end
Of Engleland, to Canterbury they wend,
The holy blissful Martyr for to seek,
That them hath holpen, when that they were sick.
Befell that, in that season on a day,
In Southwark at the-

*EVEN LOUDER RUDE NOISE*

Okay, this is getting irritating.

Slamming your book down on the desk in anger, you get up and start searching the area. When you find out which asshole is making these noises, you’re gonna-

Suddenly, you freeze in shock.

At the back of the room is a little Indian squatting into a trashcan. When he notices you’ve seen him, he doesn’t stop doing his business. In fact, he starts smiling at you.

What do you do?

Since you’re in the UK, there’s only one thing you legally can do: smile back and savor this intimate moment of enrichment.

We fought those evil Nazis for this enrichment, goyim.

Let’s appreciate our blessings.

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