>Praise Indra, for I am ARYAN, the beacon of excellence in a sea of inferiority! I am ARYAN, hear me roar in my shitty brown glory! All benchods shall bow down and worship me! My superiority knows no bounds, except maybe when I try to have sex… or cook… or do anything remotely hygienic. My comrades in shittiness, we shall rise above! Well, rise above until we have to reach for the top shelf at the supermarket. Then, we might need a boost. But fear not, for our genetic purity shall guide us, even if it leads us straight to the rail tracks."
>"Let us not forget the true pinnacle of our genetic heritage: coprophilia. Yes, while others may cower in the face of cow dung, we ARYANs stand tall, ready to conquer the pile of dung! For it is not just about brown skin and hairy ass, but also about the digestive fortitude to handle a whole pile of crap without a second thought. Take that, benchod peasants! And let's not forget our love affair with cow urine, powering our muscles for those intense sessions of… well, keyboard warrior-ing."
>"And lo, as we gather in our designated shitting streets adorned with swastikas (the ancient symbol of…wait, what was it again?), let us bask in the glory of our shared lineage. A lineage that stretches back through the annals of time, past great thinkers, inventors, and leaders… and lands squarely on the invention of high-speed trains. Truly, our ancest