Zie Nazoo is no longer talking about Zie Juden, but about how unfairly Zie Internet is treating him.
The Internet wins.
Aryan Pride? Mary-Ann Cried, more like.
The putz gets on his bike and rides back to his row house, not even stopping to wave his dick at his mates waiting at the bus stop.
Of course, he won't reply to this because "it's the fucking internet, nobody cares."
Well, I care, my precious post-pubescent poof; I'll trade you a snuggle for a jar of Marmite.
Marmite is hard to find in these parts.