RACE WAR & The Battle of the Bulge

The not so slow decay around the Southern California area, not to mention the rest of the US, is maddening if you’re someone who’s awakened from the trance that’s got a tight hold on most White Americans. It’s so irritating because you know, you can feel, that something is going to happen, has to happen, to wake up enough Whites to change the situation from a few lone Whites shoveling shit against the tide into a core group of revolutionary Whites dropping the last shovel of dirt onto the remains of the sick system that’s in place. It’s irritating because aware people have to constantly be wondering when it’s going to happen. I know things have to get worse for it to happen, have to get worse around the country. They will have to continue to get worse beyond the point where there’s nowhere left to run. The way things seem to be accelerating I don’t think that time is too far off.

These wonderfully morbid thoughts were running through my brain because of the recent disasters here in LA. I’m talking about the continued construction of new schools and expanded social programs for the ever-growing mestizo cancer in this town. Ok, the fires also contributed to my thoughts being pushed down this dark trail. To be more precise, it was the media coverage that got me thinking about how much Whites are totally manipulated by the media. The news coverage, with its quick change in focus and alternating coverage of certain events showed where the priorities lie. Whites aren’t high on the priority list. But most of you already know that.

While most news coverage was devoted to the fires, it appeared the media couldn’t totally let up on keeping us informed about who the real “victims” are in our society. While we were and are buried under fire coverage out here, the local media (and some national media) were still banging the multicult drum, to make sure we didn’t completely forget who the “real people” are. The media made sure that stories were in the pipeline to keep our attention focused on those people who are truly important, latrinos and africans. So for those paying attention, not only is CA, especially Southern California, battling fires, we’re also apparently beset by a genocidal Race War and a wave of hunger, a near famine right here in La-La Land. What am I wailing about? More things that prove that L.A. sucks, and that the rest of the country isn’t far behind.

It was really driven home, again, on Monday. I had to go to downtown LA to take care of some business, an adventure in itself, and on the way back to work I decided to drive through the neighborhood I had lived in for several years while growing up. The trip turned out to be a nightmare, even for someone like myself who’s aware of what’s going on all around us.

I thought it might be interesting to have a look at the elementary school I attended. It had been in the news on and off over the years, with teachers being interviewed about the “challenges” of dealing with “immigrant” and “minority” students. In other words, the teachers were having massive problems because 99% of the third world savages don’t have two brain cells to rub together. Remember, the brown and black folk never invented the wheel in their long storied histories. That says a lot. Anyway, back when I went to this school, Whites were the vast majority of the student body when I started kindergarten but had dropped to a little less than half of the student body by the time I graduated 6th grade. There was still a semblance of order when I graduated because of the presence of White youths and some old fashioned teachers. By “old fashioned teachers” I’m referring to people who were interested in actually teaching. Teaching now forgotten subjects like reading, writing and arithmetic. They were interested in teaching rather than being cheerleaders for Marxist thought who are all too happy to run down Western Culture every chance they get while licking the boots of their alien masters and kissing third world tail. The old fashioned teachers would do their best to discipline the rowdy dark savages, to not let them always have their own Hell-raising way although these teachers were often fighting administrators as much as the students and a parent or two when things along these lines occurred. Today’s robotic, kiss-ass automaton teachers fawn over the most vile brown or black cubs while happily spouting leftist platitudes and pushing curriculums that are anti-white to the core. I’m sure all of you have seen these “teachers”. They’re everywhere. They’re usually the ones chronicled on the news as the type of person we should all strive to be; self-hating, self deceptive, self delusional dimwits brainwashed beyond hope and completely inculcated with self hate.

There have been a lot of cosmetic changes at the school; none of them signify anything good. The school is so over-crowded with the filthy spawn of the beandogs that the city used “eminent domain” to steal some land down the street to expand the facilities. A famous business that had existed on the site for decades was torn down just to build new cages for the animals. The original school still stands, with half the playground filled with bungalows to house the overflow of “students”, and a shiny new building has been erected on the stolen land down the street, jammed chock full of squat little brown demons who care not one bit about school. Neither do their parents. Just like most of the “black community”, to the “latino community” schools are nothing more than daycare. A way to get rid of the little keys to larger welfare checks for a few hours so the women can rut with whatever new illegal hombre shows up and then nine months down the line they can squat and crap out another future gang banger and then get a larger welfare check. All the time complaining that Whitey does nothing for them.

I pulled to a stop to have a better look at the school. The traffic on Santa Monica Blvd. was horrendous. The influx of taco-benders has resulted in an incredible increase in traffic here in LA. It seems the beandogs get in their cars and drive just to drive, slack jawed, staring, making sure to drive as slowly as possible to show their manliness, their toughness. They’re showing how tough they are by holding up traffic, and what are you gonna do about it, ay? They drive fast only on certain occasions; a) When fleeing a crime scene b) When being chased by the police (a and b are regularly combined) or c) When engaging in “street races” in their tiny, over-powered cars they can’t fully control. In fact, a rash of deaths due to street races were dominating the news on the local airwaves before the fires hit (with the media ignoring the fact that 99% of the drivers were beaners). There had been a rash of beaner-involved crashes that ended in the death and mayhem so beloved by the local evening news. Once the fires hit, all mention stopped.

It was lunchtime at the school. The yard was filled with nothing but savage brown midgets who looked like they’d be more home in a grass hut village. What everyone should do if they have a chance is watch how black or brown kids act in schoolyards at recess. There are innate differences between the races that are clear early on. One of them is the behavior of the kids. I had first hand experience going to school with the savages, but standing on the “outside” can give a you a better view than when you’re in the middle of it. Especially when you were a kid in the middle of it. Anyway, all of the kids on the playground were latrino. All of them of the very dark, brain-dead indian variety. All very primitive looking. The primitive kind of burrito-rollers we see all over the net who have fled to mexico after murdering some old White lady for her purse or for raping a neighbor’s 3 year old daughter or their own daughter. The 3-foot tall cannibals were running and yelling and I couldn’t help but notice how many different confrontations went on in the five minutes I watched the little animals cavort. If you put a few hundred White kids out on a playground you might end up with some shoving here and there, eventually there might be a fight here or there over the course of a few weeks. It’s way beyond that with these sub-human monsters. The teachers or aides or whoever the people were watching the miniature fiends had their hands full breaking up shoving matches and near fights all over the place. I’d never seen anything like it and I went to school with the parents and grandparents of these monsters. With their increase in numbers, the adult mestizos have been reverting more and more to their natural behaviors, unworried about society at large. Their offspring are just following suit.

After a few minutes it was time to get out of there, the last thing I needed was some teacher calling the LAPD and reporting a large, suspicious looking White male with murder in his eyes staring into the school’s playground. The hunt for the Great White Defendant is never ending in our Big Cities, and if they’re going to be looking for me some day it had better be for something valid, like stringing up some politicians, ACLU spokesholes or Immigration Lawyers. For a start.

I get in my car and drive away. I think about some things I’ve mentioned here before, and the current stories being shoved in our faces by the local media. One of the topics they’re really starting to play up is “hunger”. Yes, hunger in LA. Over the last couple of weeks, even with the winds and fires raging, the local papers have all of a sudden started coming up with stories about hungry people in LA, especially “hungry kids”. So has the local TV media. The most irritating work in this area has been by a local radio station, KFWB, which is currently running a “Special Report” on Hunger in LA. Hunger in LA? You didn’t know that hunger was a grave problem here? Well then you’d better listen to the exclusive, in depth feature done by KFWB’s Penny Griego. Of course it’s nothing but propaganda. The media manipulators are constantly working hard to get us to feel pity for the invaders and the free-range africans. Go on Whitey, ignore the red diaper grandkid behind the curtain, pay attention to the message.

KFWB has stacked the segments of their “Special Report” in such a way that they think they can cut off any counter argument some semi-aware White Guy might bring up. For instance, If latinos are going without food, why is over half of their population grossly overweight, with the rest doing their best to catch up? The media has the answer and it’s simple you big White dummy, White people don’t realize that most of the sacred burrito rollers are overweight because they shop in the center of the supermarket. That’s right, they shop in the middle of the market. Huh? Yeah, they’re spending time in the middle aisles instead of the outside aisles where all the healthy stuff is. They concentrate on calorie dense snack foods so their children don’t go to sleep hungry. Could’ve fooled me. All the time I see them, the beaners, with their shopping carts loaded with meat, chicken, veggies, tortillas, beer AND tons of junk that make it look like they’ve got three days of non-stop partying mayhem lined up. Which they probably do. They reach the cashier and out come the stacks of food stamps and WIC tickets and vouchers. Government freebie tickets you and I pay for, dear reader. I have seen this happen right in front of me with the squaw and/or brave in question with a big roll of cash in their hand while they peel off food stamps and WIC vouchers. (I’ve also seen well to do Armenians doing this in Burbank and Glendale, but that’s a topic for another post) Anyway, Paco’s got a big wad of cash because he works for cash under the table while working the system with several names. He isn’t married to Rosa, so she’s a “single mother” and that qualification ensures they get all sorts of extra goodies from Uncle Sam, with more and more coming in each month for each new paint-sniffer in training that Rosa can fart out. And these squaws are busy dropping cubs left and right, literally tripping over the criminals in embryo on the bedroom floor. A huge percentage of the ‘spanic women are like Queen Termites. Constantly eating, morbidly obese, and squeezing cub after cub onto the carpet. And they start popping the pups out early. In latino culture, the females have been busted in like a speed bag at the Kronk Gym by the time they’re 12 years old. In not a small percentage of families, dad has had first crack at his daughters, getting them ready for business. Hispanic Family Values.

The news media presents their reports in a fashion that makes it clear we’re supposed to feel sorry for the colonists from third world dirt holes and understand that their bloated frames are the result of malnutrition because of poor eating choices. Poor choices I can agree with. It’s another way of saying their fat asses are the result of eating too much. A result of their innate greed and tendency toward gluttony. Hey, most of it’s free! Eat up! The pinche’ gringos are paying for it! It’s true that White Americans are also experiencing an increase in the ranks of the overweight, but among the blacks and browns the increase in fatsos has become incredible, especially among the browns. There are so many 300 + lb male and female mestizos and indios bouncing around LA it’s amazing. The short stature of many of the recent arrivals combined with the taxpayer bounty of food they enjoy year round at YOUR expense has given us armies of men, women and children who are as wide as they are tall.

As recently as 20 years ago grossly overweight people were the target of jokes and taunts. We won’t argue about it being undeserved because I’m well aware that there are many people who do have physical or genetic problems that can contribute to being obese. But these people were the brunt of jokes partly because they were outside the norm. Now they ARE the norm in the darker regions of the former US. The fact that the highest percentages of beached whales exist in the darker complected portions of this rapidly sinking society is going to end up making them sacrosanct at some point. That is, the darker ones will be above criticism for being bloated slobs as they are generally above criticism in all areas anyway. If you’re a White Male and you’re either overweight from a medical condition or resemble a zeppelin from downing too many pizzas, too much beer, breakfast rolls - and no exercise because you spend all your time watching groid ball - you’ll be the butt of jokes from all sides, no pun intended. If you’re the average overweight brown or black, meaning smelly, dependent on social services, the masters of society will drill it into you and more importantly into Whitey that you’re that way because you’re not getting enough! Because of Whitey’s racism. That’s the subtext of this and the other special reports. We’re not doing enough for them, and these starving fatsos are the victims of racism. White racism. Your White racism.

I’ve mentioned before that junior taco-benders and afreakans in the LA City School System enjoy free breakfast and free lunch at White taxpayer expense. That thought was spinning through my head as I watched the animals run around the schoolyard on their lunch break. The City of LA admits that literally 100% of black and latino “students” receive free breakfast and lunch! The city doesn’t check on who really qualifies for this, so we have beaners and groids from families with money getting a couple of free meals every day courtesy of those hated White people, never mind the fact that almost everyone of the spicaroos is an illegal. It isn’t just the illegals or the “working poor” either. I know because I work with ‘spanics who think it’s a big laugh that they have their kids eating for free, eating on Whitey’s dime. These are the so-called “Americanized” latrinos. The “natural Republicans”. The burrito swallowers with “family values”. The ones “earning” a great living. You people out there with kids think about how much money you would save if your children were getting a couple of free meals at school, twice a day, for at least 9 months of the year. Never mind all the other programs the govt has in place to make sure the browns and blacks are well fed and continue breeding in the hopes of replacing Whitey and establishing a huge, too stupid to effectively rebel, slave population for the “elites”.

Let me see, we’re not doing enough for them. We’re subsidizing the rent of most of the latrino and black populations in the former US. But that’s not enough. We’re feeding their kids at school, for “free”. That’s not enough. We are the ones who foot the bill for welfare, WIC, food stamps, and every other shitball program designed to keep these people fat, happy and most importantly, breeding. But we’re not doing enough.

They’re right. We’re not doing enough. We’re not doing anything. Which brings me to the other pet story the media has been massaging into proper form and shoving in Whitey’s nose. The “Race War” in LA. The “war” between blacks and latinos in Los Angeles. It’s starting to hit the national level, with Newsweek now running an article on one of the local gangs that has been taking potshots at blacks (Florencia 13). By the press accounts, you’d think that mexican gangs are patrolling the streets, opening fire on any and all blacks they see walking along minding their own business. Naturally the gang members represent only a small fraction of the overall hard working latrino population and there’s no mention of illegal aliens in the “hard hitting” stories and “special features”. For all the reams of copy about a race war, there aren’t many casualties. Someone’s not trying hard enough.

You can’t help but notice the media is unable to break old habits, and usually has to portray blacks as the victims. After all, they’re still useful to hold up as weapons against Whites, as reminders of slavery and Jim Crow and whatever else the people in charge feel they need to say make each succeeding generation of Whites feel more guilt or fear than the last. They’ll figure out some way to better fit ‘spanics into the equation. You can bet they’re working on new, “alternate” histories of latrinos in America. These new versions of America’s shameful history will show brown pioneers working side by side with blacks as both groups struggled to build a new land for their unspeakably evil, hideously cruel White masters who sat on the porch or up high on covered wagons, cracking the whip and cracking jokes while sipping Mint Juleps and making racist remarks. Whitey will owe all of America’s glorious past to the hard work, the industriousness of slaves, former slaves, and brilliant, disadvantaged mestizos who showed clueless Whitey the way, only to be thanked with prejudice and hatred.

There is a race war going on in Los Angeles. But it’s not really between blacks and browns. Sure, the mezzos are doing to blacks what blacks did them for years. Neither group is very brave in the face of a sure fight until they have numerical superiority. When either group has got the numbers, all of a sudden their level of machismo increases a hundred fold. The swagger in their step, the fearlessness they show in groups of three or more when it comes to attacking a single victim is the stuff of legend. None of this is news to any aware, realistic White person in L.A. or anywhere else in the former US of A. The fact that these two groups are fighting with each other in areas of the city where they live in the same space is no surprise; it’s to be expected. With the government hauling the beaners in by the truckload, their numbers have increased to the point that they have some confidence in attacking the mayates (blacks). It’s no different from the blacks attacking the beandogs when they had them outnumbered, just like they attack Whites. But blacks and browns fighting each other, engaging in tribal warfare at this level is not the story, shouldn’t even be a story

The real story is that Whites aren’t fighting the groids and taco benders - anymore - when these filthy, smelly, self-centered cognitively challenged interlopers from African, Central and South American jungles enter White living spaces. The real story is the race war being conducted against Whites here in CA, and in fact all over the US and most of Europe, along with Australia and New Zealand. Most Whites aren’t fighting back. That’s THE story. What’s happened? Why haven’t we seen this on CNN or FOX News? Where’s the NY Times? The LA Times? Why isn’t Newsweek covering this? We have a worldwide attack against Whites going on. Can anyone tell me they honestly think the immigration disaster going on in the US, most of Europe, Australia and New Zealand is natural? That it’s an accident? That’s it’s just something that’s happened on its own? Non-whites are being used all over the world to attack Whites, to destroy their living spaces, their societies, and their cultures. It’s a frightening, horrible story. A story all the more horrible to contemplate because so many Whites are asleep at the switch, brainwashed by the media, academia and the government working in concert to make Whites feel that making any critical remarks about non-Whites or certain protected groups is wrong, hateful, racist, something against the shalom spirit, something that should be punished. Other Whites who are aware at some level are too intimidated to fight back. I’ve mentioned it before and so have hundreds of others on the web; Whites who fight back are automatically the bad guys. Whites have everything to lose by being branded the bad guy. The groids and ‘spanics KNOW on a base, primitive level the press will be behind them, they KNOW the laws are twisted to take their side in most confrontations with Whites.

A trip to jail is not the same thing to these creatures as it is to a White man. For them, it’s like Homecoming and Summer Camp rolled into one. A reunion with all their buddies from the streets. A chance to hang out, to indulge in more crime inside the prison walls, to roll with a group of their homeys and commit a good ol’ fashioned gang rape on some whiskerless kid locked up for carrying too much weed. Hey, it’s all good!

For Whites, jail is far from Summer Camp. It’s a living nightmare. Not only in the physical sense, with harsh treatment and threats of attacks, gang rapes, murders, horrible living conditions (I know, it sounds almost like I’m describing most of Los Angeles County). The blacks and browns are so low on the brainpower scale that their horizons are limited in many areas. Their worldviews are very small. This is why they all think they can be celebrities, this is why they think they are celebrities if they write their name on enough walls all over town or earn a rep for being quick with the trigger. They have little conception of the world outside what they see at the moment, nor do they care. That’s why I cringe when I see some White person trying to reason with them to get out of a fight. If you can, belt them in the mouth when they’re talking and get out of there while the third world dirt man tries to clear its pebble head. Reasoning with one of these manimals is the same fruitless pursuit that LA City schoolteachers indulge in when telling the brown and black cubs to “think ahead” or pick a career, to imagine the future. They don’t realize that the ability to think ahead isn’t built into their smooth, primitive, less convoluted brains. Everything to them is now. That’s why they are the way they are. Africa is a mess because it’s filled with groids. Mexico, Central and South America are messes because they’re filled with mestizos, indios and groids.

It is correct to say a Race War is going on. And I’ll say it again; The real Race War is against Whites. I see it going on in front of me every day. Every burrito-roller I see dragging his knuckles down the sidewalk means another White has been displaced. That White is a casualty. Huge areas of SoCal have been ethnically cleansed courtesy of Govt policy that favors mudmen over White people. Think of the mindset behind such an evil act. Think of how evil the people must be who made sure our immigration laws were changed in order to make sure immigration to the US became 90% non-white, BY LAW. Think about how evil these same people must be, comprising and supporting the majority of the lawyers who fight to keep the borders wide open for non-white illegal aliens. They say one thing, use the media to present themselves in a certain way, but their actions are completely different. Watch what they do. Go to the link I have listed at the side of the page listed as “The Creators of Our Immigration Nightmare”. It gives you the raw, academic truth about America’s Immigration laws. Read the material. NOT ONE PERSON has been able to honestly refute any of it. The work is the result of exhaustive research. Do some homework and start asking questions.

Sure, CA has fires, floods, and earthquakes. We also have browns and blacks. Illegal aliens kill 12 Americans per day. How many blacks have they killed in the last 2 years as part of their race war? Less than the amount of Whites they kill each DAY. There is a war going on and it’s against US. They’re using the africans and mezzos as WMD’s and these weapons are doing a fine job for their secretive benefactors. I think you should all get ready to pay them back for their treason and hate.


Thanks for reading. I know I was rambling all over the place tonight. I’ll be more directed next time out. This time around I guess it built up after not being able to write for over a week (helping some people out because of one of the fires - I commented on it in the previous entry “Pleajhai-Wrist”). As always, I banged this out straight through, so I apologize for any typos and promise to fix them later.

Big Effer

Déjà Vu - or - DO YOU WANT ONIONS WITH THAT?

The growing distaste towards and poor treatment of most Whites by the non-white hordes is almost breathtaking to watch here in SoCal. It’s also something that will make any normal, aware White man almost mad enough to pick up a gun and start doing some street cleaning on his own.

What am I moaning about now? Every day the influx of non-whites grows and grows and grows. Not only do their numbers grow, so does their arrogance, sense of entitlement and bitterness towards Whites. It’s affecting so many things, the small and seemingly unimportant right up through items of great importance that it’s hard to see how any Whites can fail to notice this. But most do. Sure, a lot of Whites see it, but it’s not registering correctly in their brainwashed minds. Other Whites see it and understand what’s going on, but they’re too intimidated to go against it, to fight back even in minor fashion. In some ways I understand. But if things don’t begin some kind of “correction” soon, it’s going to be all that much worse when we are finally forced to fight back with more than just websites that point out the responsible parties and blogs that point out unmentioned problems. Ahem.

There’s nowhere you can go to escape the multicult insanity. Not only the insanity forced on us by the people running the show, but the innate insanity, lack of common sense and self centered arrogance that’s found in most non-whites these days. I’m talking about the entire gamut also, from the filthiest central American jungle savage to the Asians who are able to blend in in a lot of ways. They’re all feeling their oats these days, all of them thinking they can push Whitey around. All of them.

God forbid you have to go to a shopping mall here in SoCal. Even if you live in area that’s for the most part free and clear of the never should have beens*, the structures seem to attract them like cockroaches cavorting in the filth of a mexican’s Section 8 apartment. Non-whites of all types can be found lumbering through the malls out here. The mexicans and blacks walking 5 or more across, most of them trying their best to make sure they don’t move more than a couple of centimeters to get out of anyone’s way, especially Whitey’s! That’s if they move at all. Being kind of a lug, I make sure they move. Most Whites don’t fight it. They go out of their way to be polite. It almost seems like a lot of Whites physically shrink when approaching these animals or they go out of their way to be courteous. This infection has been at epidemic levels among Whites for more than three decades. On the other side, the confidence, the arrogance, the belligerence and sense of entitlement, the feeling of power that non-Whites have over Whites has been growing steadily since at least the early 70’s. It kicked off in the mid 60’s with the NY based red-diaper baby judeo-bolsheviks getting the problems going down South under the guise of “civil rights protests”, but the shock-wave of non-White arrogance began to hit the country in the early 70’s and nothing’s been the same since as the force of this “attitude adjustment” increases every year.

From top to bottom, this attitude, this glee at intimidating Whites, attempting to make each encounter large or small into a chance to turn Whites, especially White males, into some kind of second class, bizarro form of Stepin Fetchit is something I see going on everywhere. Like I stated above, a trip to the mall here in SoCal is a multi-cult nightmare that will provide you with dozens of examples of the problems and symptoms I mention in my meandering posts. All it takes is a four minute walk through a shopping center. That’s all you’ll need to see the relationship between most non-whites and Whites. The casual arrogance of the non-whites, the haughtiness in their manner will be on full display. Watch them. Most of them, even many of the formerly courteous Asians will do as little as possible to get out of the way of Whites who are walking toward them. I don’t mean the non-Whites should jump aside and bow. It’s just that common courtesy is gone, you know, people coming from opposite directions each move aside a bit to let each other pass without undue trouble. Not anymore. The non-whites move forward as if they expect Whitey to get out of the way. Usually he does. In fact, many times the non-Whites attempt to move straight through Whites as if the Whites weren't there at all. There is no respect for Whites, anywhere, from anyone.

Too much of the time, Whitey shows deference as he makes sure the way is clear for his dusky betters. He automatically steps aside, as in way too far aside. It’s pitiful. Too often he gives the odd smile, the “…please, try to like me! I’m not a racist!” smile. This behavior by Whites is painful to watch and it just adds to a vicious circle. Whites backs off, Leroy, Jose, Chan, whoever, take more and more and more, whether it’s the walkway at the mall or a slot at school or a job. Sometimes it’s Whitey’s wallet or life. This “don’t upset them” behavior that has been drilled into the psyche of so many Whites is leading us to deeper into an ever worsening situation. So many Whites feel that they must do all they can not to upset non-Whites, to not make even the smallest move that might deemed as upsetting or “inappropriate” by these creatures that we are truly going to have one horrible time defending ourselves when the inevitable big battle hits. Whatever you do; “Don’t make them mad!”

So many Whites lack any heart at all that it’s scary. This is why we are victimized in so many areas, important and the seemingly unimportant. Believe me, all levels of non-White predation are dangerous to us. Even the slightest attempt by them to get an advantage over us should be viewed as predation. Each time they get away with something, it emboldens them for the next step, the bigger step, the next attack. They smell the fear like animals and move in. Whites are tested, attacked all day long by non-Whites and don’t even realize it. That’s where today’s entry is headed. I like to concentrate on things that many people feel are unimportant, small. Believe me, none of it is small. It all adds up. All of it. A mexican asking to borrow your pen and then walking off without you asking for it back is a test, an assault, a fight. And you've lost if he walks off with your pen. That's how he looks at it. That's how non-whites look at a lot of things.

The widespread stench of White fear combined with the inflated self esteem and confidence of non-whites has led to ceaseless attacks all over the country. Everywhere. All day long. Most people don’t understand that not all attacks are physical.

This feeling of “I’ve got Whitey cowed,” is most evident in the behavior of the black and latino populations. Every encounter with a White is a chance to screw with him, to exert some kind of control or authority. To win what they see as a contest. A fight. Take for instance ordering food at a restaurant or even a fast food outlet. This is where blacks usually outshine all other non-whites in outright temerity. I will say the ‘spanics are gaining ground in this area as they continue to emulate and combine black behaviors with their own innate primitive rituals as they continue their government directed takeover. Generally a black customer in almost any situation is a pain in the ass. A lot of you out there know what I’m writing about. You’ve seen it with your own eyes dozens and dozens of times.

There’s a diner I go to every couple of weeks or so if I have a very late day at work, and Tuesday was a very long day. Besides doing what I’m paid to do, I had to put up with the hurdles and irritants strewn through the day courtesy of multi-culturalism. Like walking into the restroom just as one of the mexican paper shufflers is exiting. He’s giving me a slightly startled look and he books. I go to the stall. He was giving me a startled look because now I’ll know who it was that “forgot” to flush. I’ll bet he also “forgot” to wash his hands. Mexicans in the shipping dept. out sick again. ‘Spanics who don’t want to make coffee, fill empty copiers and printers with paper when they’ve used it up. The usual. Dealing with unintelligible foreign computer “technicians” and sales people on the phone. Can't have Americans doing those jobs. Something might get done. Finally getting out the door, hopping in my car and then sitting in barely moving, stifling traffic, mexicans all over the place screwing it up because they generally aren't well equipped for handling motor vehicles.

I finally get to the diner. I take a look at the customers as I glance at the menu. Mostly White in this part of town. I order my food and I'm busy tinkering with my notes as I eat dinner. I'm about half-way through my meal when trouble walks in.

My attention locks on a black guy who strolls in alone and takes a seat at a booth. Without waiting to be directed to a seat. The sign at the front register says "Please Wait to be Seated." He’s about 45, has the sports page tucked under one arm. After he takes his seat, he flips through the menu. After about a minute, he begins staring across the room at several waitresses who are engaged in a discussion. They’re probably drawing straws to see who gets to serve the black guy, because blacks are generally non-tippers in addition to being pain-in-the-ass customers 99% of the time. The black guy has a look of surpeme contempt as he rolls his head and continues staring at the waitresses. He’s wearing an expensive suit and a Rolex. The Rolex is probably fake. Just like OJ’s. His shoes are some weird, gaudy, three tone piece of leather footwear that no White man could get away with wearing without being locked up.

One waitress finally draws the short straw. She goes to the bro’s table and flips open her pad of checks. “How are you doing?” The boon nods slightly like he’s doing her a favor to acknowledge her existence. No small talk. A man’s got to eat!

“The Meat Lover’s Breakfast Meal.”

“Alright, how would you-”

"Ah want the eggs scram-belled.” He cut her off quick. Don't question him. She isn't experienced enough to know that she's supposed to grovel, to let him speak uninterrupted. He'll let her know when she's allowed to ask questions.

“Ok” says the waitress. Most of the waitresses at this place are middle-aged and look like characters from a 1940’s film noir movie. They're not softies, but they've been around the block enough to know that the groids take the silliest of things far too seriously.

“Now ah want them scram-belled right. Very scram-belled. Scram-belled ‘til they're brown. Ah also want un-yins in them. Chopped un-yins.” “Chopped onions, ok.” The groid’s manner and expression are one in the same, imperious, staring at the White woman as if he’s deciding whether or not she understood her monarch’s commands. The waitress has a bland look on her face, she’s probably seen many a black bastard with overdone pronunciation coupled with ebonics dishing out laundry lists of “special requests".

“Ah’ll take a side of the pancakes, but make sure they’re cooked enough, two shades more’n golden brown.” The waitress is doing a good job of hiding her distaste for this clown’s foolishness. “Make sure they’re hot when you bring ‘em n make sure there’s lotsa buttah on the side.”

“Alright, butter on-”

“Lotsa buttah! N’ make sure the syrup holder isn’t messy. Don’t want to get mah hands sitcky.” He then wiggles his fingers in the air to show he’s got fingers almost like a human's.

“The bacon needs ta’ be ek-stra crispy.” “Ok.” “But not burnt. Ah’ll send burnt bacon riiiight back!” Then he has a good laugh. Hot-damn he’s funny to himself.

“Do you want hash browns or fruit?” “The hash browns, long as they ain't dry. N’some wheat toast.” Then he immediately pokes his nose into the sports page he’s brought with him. Dismissing the servant by paying her no more mind.

The waitress looks like she’s going to ask another question, but then she turns to walk away. She notices that I was watching and she rolls her eyes as she passes by.

She’s been attacked, but I don’t think she knew it. She probably did know that it was very possible this waster of air was just getting started.

I had to look away from the self important boon. His behavior was giving me flashbacks to dozens of other instances like this, going all the way back to the days when White kids could get a job at a place like Carl’s Jr like I did in High School. My first day on the job and the manager was going over the in’s and out’s of all the facets of working behind the scenes in the exciting world of fast food prep. My attention was caught by a girl running the drive-thru window. She was having some sort of problem with a black customer. The manager looked both ways then lowered his voice so that only I would hear… “You have to watch the niggers. That word doesn’t bother you does it?” He looked around frantically, thinking that maybe he’d put his foot in it.

“No. After going to school with them for years that’s how I look at them.” He looked instantly relieved. “Good. They’re almost always a pain in the ass, looking for something for nothing.” I can still remember him moving me farther back toward a corner to make sure no one would hear him. He wanted to get this off his chest.

“They’re always looking for a way to get out of paying the bill or some way to make us give them more than what they paid for.” The girl at the window was still having her go-around with the irate garboon. “They’ll tell you they didn’t order something when they did. They’ll tell you they told you to take something off their order when they didn’t. They don’t want to pay for it, but since it’s in the bag, they’ll keep it.” I listened, none of what he was telling me surprised me. “They’ll tell you the food’s too hot. They’ll tell you the food’s too cold. They’ll say they didn’t want ketchup. They’ve gone crazy… crazier!” I thought I knew everything he was speaking about. But I really didn’t. Neither did he I’d bet. By that I don’t think that at the time he realized the “reasoning” behind a lot of the monkey business. And there was lots of monkey business. I got a good dose of it over the months ahead. TNB is the proper term I believe.

I was working the counter a few weeks later and was giving a particularly picky groid customer his order, a “Superstar with Cheese” and some fries. He opened the burger while standing at the counter and began to theatrically examine the toppings. “Tha’ onions. Red onions or brown onions?”

“Excuse me?”

“Is the onions red onions or brown onions?” I’m thinking, “WTF difference does it make?” I couldn’t say that out loud without being fired from my prestigious position, so I went along. “I’ll have to check.” I knew damn well they were plain old brown onions. I’d bet a week’s pay he already knew the answer. But since he was giving me some ‘tude, I figured I’d better play the game. I stepped around the corner and asked loud enough for him to hear me, “Are the onions red onions or brown onions?” A couple of people laughed. “A guy up front wants to know.” I knew from experience that blacks hated to be referred to as “…some guy.” Doesn’t suit their Goodyear Blimp sized egos. They want to hear “Mister, customer, something regal like Sir Leroy of Martin Luther the King blvd,” or crap like that. I’d have preferred to use something more quaint like groid or asshole or even nigger but that usually doesn’t fly at most jobs.

“Brown onions, sir,” I reported to the curious brutha. Anyone who’s been around blacks knows what’s coming next; “I don’t want no brown onions. I need red onions.” He “needs” red onions? Yeah, that’s what he said to me. “Do we have red onions here?” Someone in the back shouted “No!” The groid looked at me, then looked into the cooking area behind me. “We have a problem. I’s expectin’ red onions. Yo’ commercials use red onions, so there should be red onions.” He’s picking through his fries, eating them while giving me his bullshit. I don’t know what kind of onions were used in any commercials. I can tell you the commercials had nothing to do with we did in real life at that restaurant.

“I can’t go out and get you red onions, sir. Would you like to order something else?”

“I want a Superstar with red onions.” I can remember thinking that all I wanted to do at this point was jump across the counter and choke this stupid, arrogant motherfucker to death to the cheers of onlookers who were sick and tired of this display of black bullshit. The manager could see I was getting ready to blow my top. He walked up and told me to go to the back and check the fridge, see what kind of onions we might have while he “…helped this customer out.”

So the brutha ordering his scrambled eggs and onions was reminding me of my stint at Carl’s Jr. among a thousand other ridiculous, self-centered nonsensical groid perpetrated routines I had been involved in or witnessed over the years. I’d really like to hear from some of you out there who have been through this crap or witnessed it. Ordering waiters and waitresses around ‘til they’re dizzy, then trying to run out on the check or contesting every item on the bill. Then leaving a miniscule tip if they leave a tip at all. Blacks holding up the line at the bank while they give tellers attitude. Holding up the line at the airport looking for special treatment or because they were simply too stupid to read and understand the posted rules and regulations. Which of course they don’t believe apply to them because in so many facets of life in the former US blacks do whatever the hell they feel like with little or no repercussions. I was thinking of blacks pushing people around for no reason other than they knew that the person would not or could not fight back, either because they’re cowed or brainwashed like most Whites or they were simply wary or scared of the groid’s numerical superiority in those particular situations. I was thinking of nogs starting trouble in school and getting away with it because intimidated teachers and administrators would be in “don’t make them mad” mode or the school personnel were brainwashed leftist jerkoffs who let groids get away with everything because of “…a history of 400 years of oppression” or other bullshit.

Blacks have been getting away with murder literally and figuratively for far too long. I’m thinking about all of this and I tell myself to cool off. Hey, take your mind off this crap by watching one of the TV's they have above the dining counter. Ok. I look across the room to see what's on the TV facing me. It’s Gloria Vanderbilt’s faggy son, Anderson Cooper and his propaganda show on CNN. Great. He starts running a promo or something with the mother or sister of one of the DC snipers, afro boy Lee Boyd Malvo. They’re also cutting to the daughter of one of the victims. The victim and daughter are White I should point out. I can barely hear the audio, but I can see the closed captioning. The CNN idiots are trying to get the daughter to say she can forgive Malvo, after all he was only 17 at the time, and he was brainwashed by John Allen Muhammad. Hey, when I was 17 I might have felt like strangling the idiot groid over his onion based bullshit, but I didn’t. I also knew it would probably be wrong to drive around the country and blast people with a high powered rifle. Then again, I’m white. The pompous bitch who’s related to Malvo is going on about how sorry he is, how he’s trying to make amends through his writing, etc. How about stringing the son of a bitch up? How’s that for making amends? At least the daughter said she couldn’t forgive the bastard for shooting her father. The media is ALWAYS getting Whites to say they forgive some black or brown savage who has hurt or killed a loved one from the White’s family. If on the rare occasion a White sends a brown or black six feet under (and it’s usually for good reason), the same media will let the dusky monsters wail and roar about their hatred for “the killer”, let them crow about vengeance. Then the media will tell us the emotions of the black or brown are valid, heartfelt, correct, deserved. Because those emotions are directed at Whites.

I decide I’d better not watch the TV. That kind of crap can ruin your appetite. It can also get you arrested if you take your coffee mug and use it to turn off the TV. I glance over at the groid, wondering if this place will manage to get his pancakes “…two shades more’n golden brown.” He’s raising his coffee cup as the busboy walks by. “Jose, coffee.” Then he plants his cup on the table and goes back to his paper without a second glance at the busboy. The busboy gives him a disgusted look but he does walk off to find the waitress. I know the busboy’s name isn’t Jose. This guy is just calling him that to screw around. I’ve seen blacks do that before on plenty of occasions also. Not that I care, but it’s indicative of the general attitude of groids toward everyone else. They think the whole world is intimidated by them. They’re justified in feeling that way toward whites as a group because so many Whites are intimidated by them. Or they’re at least intimidated by what could happen to them if they stand up to a black or most other non-whites.

Believe me, I’m aware that Whites, especially in the US, are in a no-win situation most of the time when dealing with non-Whites. If you stand your ground, even in a minor situation, you are automatically the bad guy, a complete villain. A "racist". Whooo! If a confrontation turns physical, most of the time you will end up fighting a swarm of browns or blacks because all of them, no matter the race, are more “group oriented” to put it nicely. They’re pack animals. This is especially the case for blacks and latrinos.

But this situation of Whites being perceived as weak, as being easy targets, the perception that any White can be attacked even if other Whites are around, because other Whites won’t jump in, is having dire consequences around the country as we all know. Far deeper consequences than some self absorbed nog cutting the line at an amusement park and not worrying about the consequences. As I mentioned earlier, when the big fight finally breaks out, we Whites are going to have a lot of trouble at first, simply because so many of us are so brainwashed we won’t fight. The herd will be culled. I don’t worry about us winning out in the long run. It’s the early part of the fighting that’s going to be the most costly. It’s a shame because it doesn’t have to be that way. On many occasions these days we’re targets just for the sake of being targets, for amusement. All thanks to forced multi-culturalism, civil rights laws that grant special privileges and rights to non-whites, along with other alien policies put forth by our “government”. But I digress…

The waitress zooms up and fills the boon buffoon’s coffee cup. He looks up a bit from his paper. A bit. Just enough to look at the coffee pot in the waitress’ hand. He looks gloriously irritated, obviously she should have come along with fresh java much quicker. I start to wonder if anyone else is watching this or if anyone even cares about this stuff.

A minute later she’s back with the boolie’s food. I can’t turn away, I have to watch. As the waitress lays out his food, the brutha scans everything on the plate. I know something’s up. Something’s wrong. It’s coming. She lays everything out and tells him, “I’ll be right back with the pancakes.” “Hold on. I need the eggs scram-belled some more. I told you they should scram-bell them ‘til they’re brown.” “They are pretty well done,” the waitress is forcing a smile.

“Not enough.” He shakes his head in the practiced, snobby way we see often in the news from dangerous clowns like Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson. The waitress nods and starts to pick up the plate. “The un-yins. They red un-yins or white un-yins?” “I think they’re brown onions.” I want to jump out of my seat and yell “Yes! Yes!” I want to tell this clown he’s the winner of the “Nigger of the Day Award!”

“Can you see to it that he makes new scram-belled eggs with red un-yins. Or even green un-yins if you got ‘em. I can't eat brown un-yins”

“I'll see what we can do.”

That isn’t what the boon wanted to hear. He lowers his head while looking right at the waitress. He wants to hear “Yes sir, right away, sir!” She takes the plate of food back to the cook’s counter and starts explaining to him what’s up. The boon looks over at the cook. The cook digs around behind the counter and holds up some green onions. The boon nods, like a king granting a peasant some paltry wish. He sits back, I can almost see his chest swell with the pride of victory. He’s just pushed Whitey around. Just committed an assault. Just won another round. I can only hope the cook spit in his food and dumped brown onions mixed with snot all through his “scram-belled” eggs. I was going to stick around and see what would happen when his pancakes showed up the wrong hue or without enough butter, but decided it might be better to get out of there before I was driven to do society a favor and put a steak knife in the groid’s neck.

Yeah, they walk all over us. At the mall. Ordering food in restaurants. Ordering us around. Giving us shitty service at the DMV, courts, any city, state or federal office. On the streets. In the schools. We Whites are being assaulted all day long by non-Whites yet not enough Whites realize it. These days, every thing they do is a test. Their will against ours. We’re losing most of the time. Every time they get their way, even in petty situations, it’s a win in their mind. They’ve gained another five yards by punching it through Whitey’s defensive line. Sure, most Whites see it as just letting something inconsequential go. Why bother to get worked up if some ‘spanic wants to cut in line at the movies? Because it’s a test. It’s an assault. And we are coming up on the short end in these assaults, we are losing these “contests” most of the time. For now. Until we Whites relearn the concept of “team” as it applies to our race, it’s only going to get worse.

Whenever you get a chance, derail them. Put your mind to it. You'll think of ways to do it without being obvious.

Thanks for putting up with today’s rant. Hope it made sense.

*Never should have beens: Most non-whites in the world today wouldn’t even exist if it weren’t for White charity of some sort. Most of that “charity” coming from moneys extracted from the wallets of Whites via confiscatory tax schemes, and sent to non-White hell holes to up the birth rates. The rest of the money is sent to non-Whites inside the US to facilitate breeding via public housing, welfare, food stamps, WIC and more. There should be billions less non-Whites in the world, but we are being worked to death by our governments to make us pay for our destruction.

THE PIPPLE'S COURT - Part I

I wasn’t going to post until Monday due to wanting to sit and do nothing after a very long week of work. But, I came down with some kind of flu bug and a fever does’t mix well with wandering around in 100 degree heat. We’ve been in the middle of a heat wave for over a week and I live in one of the hotter areas of greater L.A. Yeah, I’m full of excuses. I guess I need to find a way to dedicate a couple of hours a day to the blog AND get an editor. Because my posts are long. As in Steven King long. But I’m trying to show the problems that are out there, problems that are growing day by day. I figure personal experiences might be a good way to connect with people.

Today I was going through the comments sent my way. Lots and lots of comments for more beach pictures. People find them fascinating. I’m not going to publish those comments because they’re all the same for the most part. I guess the fascination is due to people finding it hard to believe that some beach areas (and other tourist destinations) in Southern California are infested with brown invaders. But they are. I’ve said before that most of these non-whites wouldn’t even exist had it not been for “White charity” (meaning money stolen from Whites) and these “never-should-have-beens” are all over the place. Whether they work or not most of them are receiving some kind of government assistance from Uncle Sam. That includes some of the "good ones" you people know who have good jobs. They're laughing up their sleeve, making 75k and up and making sure their kids get that free lunch and breakfast at school. I know. I speak passible Spanish because I grew up around these people. No, they don't realize I can understand them when they jump into Spanish. Many of your hispanic friends and "good" latinos see you, Whitey, as a naive joke. Better get active and start networking for when it all hits the fan. Because there’s little doubt the government is actively spreading this plague of brown stubbies all over the country. I’ll post more pictures in the coming week.

I was going to hit the news like some of the other local blogs around the country do, you know, pull stories from the LA(tino) Times and local TV “news” and rip the media a new one. The local media is an endless source of material and examples that prove that LA Sucks. Just like (most of) the rest of the country. But even more so!

Then I took another look at some of the comments that have been posted, and a fellow local who goes by the name “Sudaev” mentioned his experiences while on jury duty in downtown LA a couple of weeks ago. I had to serve during July and I took notes intending to use them in the blog I was getting to ready to create. This blog. I was going to use the notes and observations down the line, as they are lengthy, but rather than wait anymore, I figured why not let people know what’s in store for them in the not too distant future? When they are called upon to serve their civic duty in the downtown areas of the nearest Urban center. Downtown areas that increasingly resemble the film “Bladerunner” in terms of population demographics and sheer disorder.

JURY DUTY!

LA has it down pat for those lucky folks who are sent a summons for Jury Duty. If you are summoned to go to the Criminal Courts building, you have hit a double jackpot: First, you have reserved, free parking. It’s just a little over a half mile from the Court building. It’s not only free, but you get some exercise! There’s more than just walking involved in this short workout. You get to dodge the homeless who are hanging around the various government buildings. They are more industrious than their cohorts in other parts of LA. Up and at ‘em. They have their hands out and ready for change at 7:30 in the morning. It’s good to see the American Worth Ethic still exists some places. I’ll bet it’s probably more fun for the people who have to make the trek during a rainstorm.

The second part of the jackpot is that the walk to the courthouse is educational. For White people who don’t have blinders on, that is. You get to see that the majority of workers downtown, City and State employees, are not White. Lots of mexicans and blacks. In suits. You realists out there already know that dressing these people up like a successful, intelligent White person will not make them perform like a successful, intelligent White person. If you’re thinking “Cargo Cult” then you’re on the right track. Therein lies one of the points of today’s rant. Whites have put different systems in place and now they have armies of non-whites running different aspects, sections or “entrances” to those systems. None of them operate the way they are supposed to. The fluidity is lost when you have mexicans and africans in the driver’s seat. And EVERY honest person knows this.

I’m doing my county-mandated workout, walking with the city’s overly tanned employees and a herd of grumpy “civilians” who have been pulled from their regular lives to perform jury duty. I realized I was on a lucky streak while taking my walk. I counted the two-legged toll booths ; seven on one block alone. Lucky seven. All of the panhandlers lining the route to the court were the same that day. All male, all in their thirties, and all black. Every one of them. No doubt they were all victims of racism as we’ve been taught by watching TV. Everything on TV is true, right? Each one of these unfortunates was no doubt 3 to 5 credits short of a PhD in Engineering Physics (from nearby Cal Tech!) when a racist disaster struck and put them out here on the streets of the concrete jungle, fighting for survival every day, the deck stacked against them in a world run by Whites who live only to create misery for the noble black man.

The first six bums on that block weren’t saying anything to me, they were too busy hassling the well dressed men and women walking by. Most of the people you’ll see working downtown or reporting to jury duty are fairly well dressed. I noticed that the blacks, whether well dressed or not, were not hit-upon by the panhandlers. I thought about it for a second, then remembered that blacks don’t leave tips in restaurants. (I was a waiter while in college. That gives me an idea for another post, how tips vary by race. Blacks don’t tip.) Besides not leaving tips, blacks apparently don’t give money to panhandlers either, at least rarely. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day. Dressed like a bum or in a suit, the panhandlers generally ignored their racial brothers.

Dressed like a bum or in a suit? OK, I'll tell you how I was dressed. When I called the courthouse and listened to the recorded instructions telling me where to report etc, the instructions were direct in stating that “appropriate” dress is required, wear a suit or casual business attire, and so on. Since I was being pulled from work and NOT receiving pay while being ordered to possibly sit in judgment over criminal blacks and browns, I proudly wore clothing that projected the respect I have for the court system as it stands in the US today; a tattered red wife beater, green camouflage shorts, black crew socks, and a beat up pair of Converse All-Stars (Chuck Taylors!) I bought on-line. Topped off with a very old pair of Gargoyle sunglasses, I figured I was sure to blow a few fuses with this get-up. I hoped my uniform would get me kicked out of the pool in one day so I would not have to go back for at least a year. This was the first time I had been summoned in three years, but that is probably going to change. We’ll go into that later.

I said six of the seven homeless turdbirds on that block didn’t say anything to me. I reached a crosswalk and was a millisecond from starting to cross the street when my number came up. “You got change, bruthah?” I turned and looked at him. “Yes, I do!” Then I turned away from him and started across the street. It took a few seconds for him to let go with an answer to this slap in the face. I admit that despite my vast experience in translating Ebonics I couldn’t really tell what he what he was saying. He sputtered and spit, making the same types of noises Jesse Jackson does when giving a speech. The noise is similar to someone working the throttle up and down on an old Moped. A White Guy in his thirties walking next to me, wearing a suit of course, said “You shouldn’t make them mad.” “Why do I care what some Buckwheat thinks?” This particular example of sheeple-americanus turned his face straight ahead and picked up his pace to get away. I notice a couple of well-dressed blacks looking my way. They heard the “Buckwheat” remark. I kept looking at them and they finally turned away shaking their heads. All except one. He kept looking my way and I kept staring back. They went the opposite way when we hit the other side of the street. These folks do not like White People speaking their mind or standing up to them. They’ve been taught that it’s wrong! Wrong no matter what a black is doing - or any other non-white for that matter. They can be racist eight-ways to Sunday, but that’s OK. Let Whitey remark on some uncomfortable truth about blacks or latinos and they’re up on their hind legs screaming, with the govt holding them by the elbows for support. I didn’t care about these well dressed frauds. They all talk a good game, but without numbers or a distinct advantage in physical size, they will not do anything. Unless they’re armed. That element of black and brown psychology is for another day. Besides, there are a lot of cops and Sheriff’s deputies walking around down here as you would expect and that keeps on the street scuffles to a minimum.

I get to the entrance of the Criminal Court bldg. and I’m confronted with a long line of people waiting to get through a security checkpoint. You could pick out most of the lawyers and potential jurors easily. They stand out in a sea of can’t-stand-still blacks and hispanics who are at the court building for all sorts of problems of their own doing. The security is like going through security at LAX. Metal detectors, hand held metal detectors, X-ray machines, Sheriff’s deputies and last and least… black and latino “security personnel” complete with badges, pepper spray, handcuffs and large chips on their shoulders. I get near the front of the line and I’m treated to classic “NEGRO IN CHARGE” behavior. The deputies are keeping an eye on the lines and the trays, so that leaves the amped up black and latino guards with their overblown self-esteem to handle the metal detectors. Some middle aged White Guy has placed everything he had in his pockets into the X-ray trays as instructed. The tray rides the conveyor belt through the X-ray machine while the White Guy walks through the stand-up metal detector. Whoop, whoop. Something sets off the detector. A 50 yr old, shaven headed, bespectacled black security guard steps up to Whitey, metal detector wand in hand. He runs the wand over the puzzled White Guy. “It’s your cell phone.” The White Guy takes it off and places it on the table. The guard runs the wand over him, nothing. That’s all it was, the cell phone. “Ok” says the guard. The White Guy turns to gather his stuff from the X-ray tray. Not so fast. The guard says, “You have to go through the machine again.” “Why?” “Your phone set it off.” The White Guy is puzzled. “I took off the phone, and you did your thing and said ‘ok’.” “You didn’t do it right. You’re ‘sposed to put everything in the basket and walk through! I need you to leave everything in the basket and walk through.” The White Guy isn’t catching on yet. I wonder if anyone has except myself. A fat assed latino guard moves up behind the black guard. Black and brown united in fucking with Whitey. “You have to do things right. Go back through the machine.” The White guy sees that they are going to gang up on him real quick. Shaking his head at the nonsense, he walks back through the metal detector, then comes through again. No alarms. He moves to get this things. “You still need to be checked!” The bald brother runs the wand over the White Guy, again, even though he and everyone else knows that the guy has nothing on his person. It’s all in the tray. Nothing. The brother now feels he has shown who’s in charge. “Now you can go.” Whitey grabs his stuff and walks off while the two guards give each other a very slight grin. Think I’m reading too much into this? Read on.

Five or six people later, a tremendously fat black woman squeezes through the metal detector. I was amazed her buttocks didn’t get stuck in the machine’s doorway. Whoop whoop! The alarm sounds. The bald black guard runs his voodoo wand over her. Same thing. “It’s your cell phone. Next time make sure to take it off.” He’s the picture of lecherous courtesy as he waves her on to go grab her things from the tray and continue on her way. Three other White People have noticed this. They look around to see if anyone else has noticed. One White woman looks my way and I mouth the word “typical” at her. She looks away, scared. Typical. I saunter through with no problem, but I make sure to barely acknowledge the presence of the bald black mini-mind and his wand. I try to give off an air as if I felt he were a butler wiping dust off my shoes. I can tell it pisses him off but what can he do? Actually he could probably do a lot to gum up the works but a few hundred people are waiting to get through and if things get too fouled up the Deputies will most likely take over. That would spoil the brother’s fun.

The elevator ride to the jury room is short but fun. The car is stuffed with a few prospective jurors and several highly irritated black and brown people who are in court to “support” their “homeys” and “fambly” members who are being victimized by a cruel system that occasionally interrupts their criminal activities. Two black women are discussing the case that will occupy their time today. “Rob da likka sto’? Mufuhkin’ Kelvin ain’ da one! Not dis one! Tol’ me Alton be it.” I wanted to hear more, but the pair having this conversation hopped off at the “first stop”. I always miss the good stories.

I follow the signs to the jury room. It’s already filled with over 250 people. Most of them look disappointed. That's because most people do not get paid for jury duty. Unless they work for the city or county. That’s where most of the brown and black people in the pool come from. Civil service. Especially in Los Angeles. Whites, especially White males, have a hell of a time getting city or county jobs here in Los Angeles. They have to be “connected” the way most people who work in television or the movies out here are connected. What? You thought talent and hard work were involved with Hollywood? Oh, there’s some luck involved for some people, but for the most part, Hollywood’s a closed shop. So’s county and city work. (I’ve worked in Hollywood. I’m putting together a guide to “how it works” that will see its day on this blog at some point)

I find a seat and begin to break down the make-up of the crowd. In our pool there’s over 250 people, about 65% of them are White. Should be less since the majority of the city and county are latino. Hold on. The majority of the latinos are illegals. Ok, that knocks their numbers down quite a bit. You also can’t serve jury duty if you’re a convicted felon, so that knocks the numbers of latinos and blacks down even more. Asians look to be about 15% of the pool, so they’re over-represented just like the Whites. Well, they do work and have jobs. There are only 9 blacks in this pool. I wonder if it’s the same on the other floors of the building? The rest of the pool are latinos. The last time I served jury duty the percentage of Whites was about the same, even though our population percentage is dropping in this part of the State. No doubt we, Whites, will end up being summoned every 12 months like clockwork once the rising latino tide of crime starts to hit full strength.

Who’s in charge of rustling the jurors today? The only people I see are latino. Large latinos. Two men and a woman. All three look to be in their early 30’s, which means they could be in their early 20’s given latino standards of health. What do I mean? All three are grossly overweight. The woman is tipping the scales at 250. At 5’4”. One of the guys is a good 275 lbs at 5’7”. The third is about my height (6’3”) but weighs in at 350 at least. He’s massive. He’s so bloated on a frame not designed to carry such a huge load of fat that from behind his arms resemble penguin flippers the way they stick out. How he can clean up after a trip to the toilet is beyond me. Oops. I forgot that mexicans don’t bother to clean up after using the toilet. See my post from last month - "Bon Apetit": http://lasucksbigtime.blogspot.com/2007_08_17_archive.html

At a little after 8 am they call us to attention and start giving us instructions. In English! English with the “on purpose” mexican accent so common to LA and other parts of Southern California. What do I mean? There are thousands of mexicans in Southern California whose parents and even grandparents were born here and speak English, and then the kids grow up speaking English - and Spanish. What these mexicans do is put on an accent, make sure they sound like some mexican who’s learned English recently. It’s their way of paying homage to the wondrous land of mexico and also a way to speak English but not bow completely to Whitey. A badge of honor. It’s similar to Ebonics.

I’m getting burned out now from the fever and Day-Quil, sorry about any typos, but I promise to finish this in the next day or so. So you can find out why I titled it “The Pipples Court”. I’ll bet a few of you have figured it out already. Things are running a little bit worse each day as more and more black and brown puppets are put in certain driver’s seats in order to torment Whitey. It’s coming your way. Some of this may come off as funny. But it’s actually very sad and symbolic of incredible evil.

TO BE CONTINUED

Red Light, Green Light!

Slow. S-l-o-w. S…l…o…w. I’m not talking about traffic. I’m talking about the non-white shuffle. You guys out there in the various parts of the former US that suffer the scourge of “multiculuralism”, you guys know what I mean. The shuffle. To be more precise, the black and brown shuffle. Never is it more proudly demonstrated than when these jagoffs walk across the street. Whoa, I mean shuffle across the street. Maybe if I said the way they drag themselves across the street might it be a better description. Most people in large and midsize cities in the US have seen this phenomena in action in crosswalks and on not too few an occasion, jaywalkers of color treat people to this demonstration of power and control. No need for lights or a crosswalk. When I say power and control, I mean power and control in whatever passes for a mind in these people.

Say you're out for a drive, and the light turns red at an intersection. You pull to a stop. The pedestrians walk across the street in normal fashion when they see the "walk" sign flash. White pedestrians that is. Then the “don’t walk” signs start flashing. “Don’t Walk” is apparently the cue for a mexican or black to show you who’s boss. The “don’t walk” signal means the flag is up, and they can now begin what at first might appear to be a laborious trek across the street. The pace is excruciatingly slow in order to guarantee that traffic will be held up until the esteemed-up mini-minds make it to the other side. The pace is also slow to show all those fuckers - meaning you white people in your goddamn cars - who’s boss. Slow. Very s-l-o-w. All the better for everyone in their cars to actually see knuckles dragging across asphalt. Yep, they sure show us. Show us that at least some of the material in the “Bell Curve” is correct.

I wasn’t going to post anything today, but things changed after a Saturday expedition to Venice Beach to take some pictures. Pictures that I will post to this blog at some point this week. Driving to and from Venice I managed to see the non-white shuffle demonstrated at least 15 times. On a couple of occasions I had a front row seat. The urge to hit the gas and make the evening news was extremely strong. But I need to hold out and be ready for the Big One. I’m not talking about an earthquake, I’m talking about the inevitable collapse and chaos that are going to hit. A good chunk of the people I know, the white people, roll their eyes, deny it, tell me I’m wrong. Tell me things will get worse, but it’s just the way things are. They’re the folks who will be taken out right away. Ever see the original feature film version of “The War of the Worlds”? Remember the three guys who put a white flag on a stick and march toward the Martian ship and get flash fried? That’s what will happen to the folks in denial. Now, the folks who do think the turds are going to hit the climate control, they are getting ready, little by little. I was a sheeple too, but at some point you have to face reality. However, as usual, I digress. More on the Second Civil War to come in another post. Honestly, there’s so much info to get out there I hope other people put up some blogs on L.A. and this other crap going on. We are at war people! Not all wars are on battlefields. But like I said, that’s for another post, another day.

Back to the non-white shuffle. Yeah, I know some of it is due to so many blacks and browns having asses that would put hippos to shame, and that makes it hard for them to move at all unless there’s a free handout in sight. That aside, a huge percentage of these animals in pants delight in screwing things up just to screw things up. In their minds, they’re stars, grabbing the same kind of attention their favorite rap stars are able to capture. On some levels, they just might be right. Like I said, I wasn’t going to post anything today, but observing this ritual that is such a constant among the darker people in Los Angeles (and Oakland, Detroit, NY and other places I’ve been) got me going. I’ve had some occasions where I knew there were no cops around and I buzzed some of these self absorbed manimals. Their reactions are usually hilarious. A few even think that they can run and keep up with a car. If you have any stories to share about this type of thing, post them in the comments and I’ll make sure everyone can read them. Not much of a post for the day, but like I said, it was unplanned. Like everything else, the blacks and browns screw up the simple act of crossing the street. No order. No order in africa (not capitalized, I know) or mexico (yep, not capitalized). There's no order because of the peoples that live in these places. Now we have no order in L.A. Take a look at who and what lives here. I rest my case for today.

Here we go!

The company I work for is owned by a middle aged white guy who thinks he has all the angles covered when it comes to the PC (Politically Correct) constraints small companies are saddled with in California. White-owned companies that is. Sure this guy has his wife (she's white) listed as the majority shareholder/owner, so he's got the 51% minority and/or female ownership/management requirement covered for certain city and state jobs, but the more frightening part of the company structure is the management,  which in fact is mostly minority. It's majority minority because it helps ensure special tax breaks and an even better chance at those certain city and state jobs. Specifically, the management is hispanic, black and homo, three of the favorite "aggrieved" groups here in what used to be known as the USA. You can't imagine the outrage, misery and unintentional comedy that occurs with this mix of surly self-centered creatures. 

As if the management situation isn’t enough, there’s the mix of employees. It’s no exaggeration to say it’s a small core of White male employees holding the whole mess together. One big problem - for the people destroying the US - is that some of us white guys have woken up to the problems, and have been able to identify the people responsible this dire situation. While some people are born to question everything, others have been hit over the head hard enough by reality to wake up, which also means that somewhere there has been a breakdown in the brainwashing. As awareness grows, so does resentment. It doesn’t help the situation at work right now (or in this once great city). One guy sees the signs of the company eventually hitting the iceberg so he goes on the job hunt and bails as soon as something turns up. Another sees the entire state is going under and he packs the trailer and gets the family out of the third world enclave that Southern California has become. Our humble little company actually mimics the state in terms of “population” and “government”.

Diversity along with the immigration mess makes everything harder. These two problems add levels of difficulty to all areas of living that would not be present if racists and traitors in the US Govt. hadn’t been able to pass the Immigration Act of 1965. Believe me, that bill has had deadly effects on all aspects of life in the US and helped set up our problems with illegal immigration to boot. Since then, everything has become more difficult. To kick things off, I'll start out slow with a minor incident courtesy of multiculturalism. One recent morning I needed to call a courier service to pick up some documents and a product sample to take to a firm in Century City. From the accent coming over the phone, it’s obvious the person on the other end of the line is “hispanic”. I tell her who I am and where I am calling from. I tell her what I need picked up and where it’s going. I tell her it’s a rush. For those of you who live or work in Los Angeles, the following will come as no surprise. “Wha’s jor name again?” I tell her. “Ho-kay. We’re pickin’ up from Culver City and going to ju.” No, you’re picking up from me and going to Century City. “Awright. Now whad are we picking up, a packashe, right?” Yes. “Ok. Wha’s jor name again?” I tell her. Again. “Is dees rush or reg-uh-lar?” While I feel like asking her what the Hell was she doing when I was giving her all the info the first time - while she was saying “yeah” and “uh-huh” - I let it go. Why drag things out? It’s a rush and I have to get things moving, now! As time goes by, you’ll soon see enough examples that will prove the terms “rush” and “now” don’t exist in the vocabularies of most blacks and hispanics, they don’t even exist as ideas unless they are committing a robbery, murder or engaging in sex or a rape. In those situations, they quickly develop their own concept of “now” and “rush”.

Anyhow, my problem with the hispanic dispatcher is minor compared to more pressing problems I’ll have at work that day, never mind in the other aspects of my life in this nightmarish city. Those of you not in the mecca of multi-cult probably don’t see things like an inattentive, barely speaks English dispatcher as much of a problem. But you will. Because you will have to go through it. More and more often, until you’re dealing with this type of thing no matter what you do or wherever you go throughout your day. This is the way the country is headed. For now, anyway. Things must get worse before they get better. When the mutli-cult diversity mess hits your town and workplace, the irritating incidents will occur at an ever increasing rate. It starts to happen to you 10, then 20, then 30 times a day during various transactions. You will become at the very least a little unsettled, I guarantee it.

35 minutes later the driver from the courier service shows up. I was alerted to his presence because I could hear someone in the front office speaking with him. That someone is our receptionist, Shanaenae, an overweight starch addicted angry black woman who is perpetually bored with work and irritated with anything that doesn’t involve her being able to get away from her desk to find something to eat. Shanaenae is able to answer the phone in perfect English and transfer calls. Any other words out of her mouth besides “hello” when answering the phone are uttered in ebonics. She also does some filing. It’s always mixed up and wrong, but hey, she’s a two-fer; black and female. The driver is a 35 year old, squat mexican. He's barely 5 ft tall and looks as if he were cut out of sun-baked mud. This "courier" literally speaks no English. The mexican emits some sort of stuttering noise, directing it at Shanaenae who sits behind the counter; “K-k-kcchwaan”. Shanaenae tilts her buffalo head lower and stares daggers at the sputtering mestizo. “Wachoo want?” He’s grinning, but his eyes show is he half embarrassed, half angry that he has to deal with a mayate. Even worse, a female mayate. “Mayate” is a term used by mexicans as a slur against blacks. The mexicans here at work have informed me that “mayate” is more insulting than the dreaded “n-word”, that it’s “…even better to use than nigger!”

Back to the standoff. The mexican holds up a piece of paper with chicken scratches. “Yo... me… go seh… seh…”. Shanaenae is losing what little patience she has for non-food related business. No doubt she was just about to waddle to the kitchen for another free bagel, motherfucker! The whole scene is made funnier because the hapless taco-bender’s shirt has a name patch that says “William”. William? This motherfucker might be named “Guillermo”, which is William in Spanish. But I doubt it. He probably murdered the real William a few nights ago when he and his buddies were knocking over a 7-11 to supplement their salaries and social services handouts. Shanaenae wants some answers. “Wachoo want? I ain’ got all day” The mexican considers the question for a few seconds. He understands! “K-k-kcchwaan!” Having dealt with non English speaking savages for years, at this point, I know what he’s trying to say. That’s when I, Bwana Devil, step forward. “You looking for John?” “Si!” Christ. He can’t even say “yes”. However, I can understand that “K-k-kchwaan” means “John” - or more likely “Juan” to this dunderhead. I look at Shanaenae, she’s shaking her head as she turns away, exposing the mexican and I to a massive, steatopygian ass that threatens to burst through a far too tight skirt.

I tell the little indio I’m John. I go to my desk, grab the packages and take them to the shining representative of the vibrant “New America” being created by the monsters that hate White people.”Here you go, Billy.” He’s really confused. Billy? What the fuck does that mean? Hurry up? Date prisa? Date prisa (dah-tay pree-sah) means hurry up in Spanish. The packages have printed labels. He looks at them. Then looks at his piece of paper with the chicken scratches. Then back at the labels. Then back at his note. Then he looks up at me, as if waiting for the Shaman to wave his mighty magic stick and make the whole thing easier. I’ve been through these bizarre situations so many times I don’t care what happens. If the courier company calls later to tell me “William” is lost, I’ll tell them to get one of their snazzy “bi-lingual representatives” to help William find his way around. I take a look back as I leave the front office. Shanaenae has left her desk and William is staring at me, the same way a dog abandoned on a street corner might do as he watches his owner drive away. Yep. The new slave class for the racist hypocrites that have destroyed America. What a way to kick off the first 45 minutes of the workday.

I understand that this is a long rambling set-up, and I haven’t even gotten started. I should mention that the people I’ve described so far in this long post are among the most competent, the cream of the crop of the “vibrant” peoples that are flooding America by legal and illegal immigration or in the case of most blacks, their high birthrate alone. The US “government” does its part and subsidizes black and latino mothers, whether dad is around or not, whether he works or not. The latinos especially play the game of “not being married” even if they are, to further enlarge their monthly bag of loot from Uncle Sam. Loot paid for by white taxpayers. Throughout “black” and “brown” America, we now have huge areas of public housing, Section 8 housing or Voucher housing. Truth be told, any and all of these types of housing are federally funded incubators.

The posts here will hopefully improve as I gain some experience. I know the situation here in L.A. and throughout most of America will only get worse. For now, anyway. The whole mess is eventually going to grind to a halt and collapse. For those of you in the same boat as those of us here in L.A., I hope this blog helps you blow off some steam. If you have some good stories, go ahead and put them in the comments. Anything good will be posted for all to read.