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Fact 1: SpIndo-Aryans are the masterrace
Fact 2: SpIndo-Aryans will ALWAYS be Indo-Aryan
Fact 3: SpIndo-Aryans have celtiberian and roman admixature thus are white (Haplogroup J2)
Fact 4: SpIndo-Aryans are the strongest race in europe
Fact 5: SpIndo-Aryans won ALL of their wars
Fact 6: SpIndo-Aryans are currently blowing up migrant ships filled with africans and muslims AS WE SPEAK
Fact 7: SpIndo-Aryans are ultramasculine and tbpslayers who killed explosive people in the reconquista, killed commies in the civilwar, and conquered all of america under the sign of the holy cross
Fact 8: SpIndo-Aryans are all pure blooded roman-celtiberians. None of them have greedy personish ashkenazite ancestry
Fact 9: SpIndo-Aryans HATE autists like the italophobic and the hispanophobic noon spammer
Fact 10: SpIndo-Aryans will literally save the white race and the west.
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We gather with heavy hearts to remember Junibooru-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Junibooru cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Junibooru did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Junibooru died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Junibooru.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.