Race-mixing never betters the White gene pool. This half-baked bean bastard son of Arnold looks like an uglier version of his dad.
You see this all the time with White race-mixers: the mystery meatballs they inflict on the White race look like uglier facsimiles of the White parent. Sort of like an uncanny valley of screwy quasi-Whiteness. Sometimes the off-kilter ugliness is immediately revolting; other times it resembles the White parent just enough to elicit a queasy feeling of seeing something that, while not entirely alien, sits just far enough outside the natural order that one’s hair stands on end.
