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

LIGHTS! CAMERA! INACTION!

Dateline, North Hollywood, Ca. ((Yes, that North Hollywood. The place where the infamous “shootout” occurred back in ‘97 between the two kevlar covered bank robbers and the perpetually out-gunned LAPD))

Larry Eugene Phillips and Emil Matasareanu. The infamous North Hollywood Bank Robbers. They should have directed their fire at the mexicans in the area.

Rest easy everyone. Security cameras are going to be deployed in North Hollywood and other areas of the San Fernando Valley. (For those of you who aren’t locals, most of the San Fernando Valley is part of the city of Los Angeles. Some people think areas of the Valley like Van Nuys, Encino, Woodland Hills etc are separate cities. They’re really just different neighborhoods, all part of the crazy-quilt city known as “L.A.”) Why are these cameras being installed in various parts of North Hollywood? The excuse, I mean, the reason given is that they are being put in place to stop graffiti or at least curb it. Hold on, I have to stop and laugh. Huge chunks of LA County are buried under several coats of graffiti. Stopping it is going to involve a lot more than shooting pictures of latino vandals. The term shooting does come to mind when thinking of possible solutions I have to admit. (Original Daily News Story - http://www.dailynews.com/ci_6942447 )


The cameras are solar powered of course. Environmentally friendly. Officials have to show that they’re “thinking green” even while chasing criminals. Green is the word, that’s for sure. I guess they’ll go after these guys for the excess fluorocarbons they release into the air while tagging.

The cameras shine a light and blast a recorded warning at the offender. I heard the warning on the radio. It’s funnier to hear it than just read what the message is. The message is in English. Hilarious. It should be in Spanish or at least Spanglish. That way the perps can have even more of a laugh as they mark their territory like the dogs they are. You can go to the manufacturer’s website if you’d like to hear the Robocop camera’s voice: http://www.qstartech.com/

I’ve run in to people who have tried to tell me that graffiti, this primitive vandalism, is actually art. I hope that none of you are one of these folks. You aren’t one of those people who believe that graffiti isn't created by gangbangers? You aren't one of those people who believe most of the graffiti around us actually comes from harmless taggers who are only trying to express themselves artistically, are you? Do you feel that graffiti is the equivalent of any Renoir? That it’s simply Western snobbery keeping us from recognizing the greatness of graffiti and giving it the respect it deserves? If you think that way, get some Q-tips and clean the b.s. out of your ears, son. Almost all of the graffiti in Southern California comes from savage animals who should be put down like rabid dogs. In the last two paragraphs I’ve referred to the taco benders as dogs. I apologize to all dog-lovers out there.

All they need to do to get rid of 99.999% of graffiti in North Hollywood and in most of the US is to move the latrino and other third world populations back where they belong, outside the US. Go to the “graffiti” page at the camera manufacturer’s site: http://www.qstartech.com/user_applications/graffiti.html They show a couple of pictures taken by this intimidating piece of technology. I’ve taken the liberty of placing their pics here in this blog. Look at the first one. Mexicans spray painting walls in L.A.. OK. Normal occurrence. Their daddies teach them as children to steal and vandalize wherever they go - that is when they’re not drunk busy sexually assaulting them instead. Then there’s the other picture. More mexicans spray painting walls in North Hollywood? No. They’re ruining property in Nebraska! No place is safe from these dirty, kiddy rapist morons. Nebraska! WTF are mexicans doing in Nebraska? Go ahead and visit the manufacturer's site and go to their link titled “Theft”: ( http://www.qstartech.com/user_applications/theft.html ) More mexicans, stealing from a construction site in Texas. Beaner crime is so rampant the company doesn’t bother in trying to cover it up. I’ll give them that much credit. What they should do is create a camera that shoots .45 caliber ammo at these pricks while they ply their trade. That would be something worthy of high accolades.

Mexican cultural icons at work in LA.

Nebraska! Bean Doggers smelling up the Heartland.

Nebraska. Texas. North Hollywood. Mexico. These animals are the same everywhere. They are following their instincts when they write on walls. Their neighborhoods are dirty because they lack the instinct, the internal drive, to keep things clean and orderly. They never had to develop certain higher instincts and traits. There was no selection pressure to develop beyond simple tribal/jungle behavior. That’s why wherever they go in the US, once their population tops 20%, the entire area becomes wild, chaotic, dirty. The jungle. These people are more at home in a tropical rain forest or living in caves on the side of a cliff than in a modern orderly society. The closest they come to cliff dwelling in the US is the public housing projects so many of them live in courtesy of the money extracted each week from your wallet by Uncle Sam and referred to as taxes. The government takes our money and uses it to replace us. Think about that. YOU ARE PAYING THE THIRD WORLDERS TO REPLACE YOU.

Busy doing the work White Americans don't want to do.


Nobody remembers the Alamo anymore. No White Americans that is. These guys are busy making sure they get it right next time.

While most of the invaders are latrinos, other non-whites received favored treatment while they are used as weapons against us. After they’ve established a toehold in the US, Taiwanese programmers and engineers are notorious for moving their aged parents to the US and dumping them on social security among other handouts easily available to non-whites. How in the Hell does some prune faced 65 year old crabby fish and garlic smelling bastard from Taiwan, who’s never worked a day in the US, qualify for Social Security and other social programs? Somalians are being brought in by the truckload to some of the Whitest areas of the US. We have Christian churches enthusiastically backing these types of programs. Especially if they want to keep their tax-exempt status.

“Problem. Reaction. Solution.” (If you haven’t heard that term before, look it up) The same game over and over. So the solution the to the problem they’ve created this time, the problem the White population is bitching about, is a camera. The camera takes a picture and then blasts its audible warning telling the budding Picasso that he will be prosecuted. Oooh, very scary! Good luck. Maybe one in ten Julios who get a free portrait photo will end up being arrested for their vandalism. But putting the cameras in place makes it LOOK like something is being done. Perception is the key. It’s like the traitorous lackeys in DC voting to put up a wall where the US - Mexico border used to be. Nothing. There’s no wall. That’s because there’s no teeth in anything. But they did get a couple of minutes of good soundbites on TV, letting them play earnest politicians fighting for American sovereignty and the safety of the citizenry. Everything is a show in an attempt to lull the White population even deeper into complacency or into a deeper stupor depending on who you are. It’s the same thing locally, in LA. More and more rhetoric is tossed our way by the city council while less and less gets done.

The fact is that less and less gets done at all levels of govt. when it comes to what Whites want, need and deserve. Less and less is accomplished EXCEPT when it comes to taking away the rights of Whites. Then the politicians get to work serving their real masters, hitting the bricks with the same fervor shown as when they cobble together new legislation that makes sure the beandogs (there I go again) and other non-whites are taken care of in every way imaginable. The DREAM Act, insurance legislation for illegals, lower school tuition for illegals, mexican trucks getting ready to roll across our borders, unencumbered by silly things like maintenance, drivers who can read or a good set of brakes. Like I said it’s not just for mexicans, it’s for all non-whites. Hate Crime legislation, easy access to SBA (Small Business Administration) loans for any and all non-whites, tax breaks and set asides for minority business or businesses that make sure they hire minorities (like where I work). H1B visas to KO Whites from the IT industry - with the intent of killing White interest in that line of work. They don’t want innovation. They just want to maintain the status quo in some areas. But there’s no conspiracy, right? It’s all just a natural occurrence as things decay. Who says things have to decay? Why are they decaying? Anyone out there ever ask themselves why? Anyone out there ever try to look at things and try to see who is benefitting from all the chaos? What are the different benefits from the chaos, from the dispossession of Whites?

Look at who/what spends the most time and money lobbying DC regarding immigration, legal and illegal. It isn’t only Tyson Chicken trying to bring in more hepatitis infected chicken pluckers from Mexico. It isn’t only Microsoft and Oracle who are busy working to haul in more and more vastly overrated, under-skilled marble mouthed programmers from India, Sri Lanka, Taiwan and elsewhere - you guys who’ve worked as programmers know that I am correct on this one. About 1 out of every 500 of these computer braceros is worth a damn. But boy are they arrogant, they all think they’re geniuses. No, it isn’t only Tyson Foods, Microsoft, Oracle and the rest of the IT industry. It isn’t only meat packing plants in the heartland. It gets curiouser and curiouser. Why the Hell does AIPAC, the single largest and most powerful lobby in the US (backed 100% by the media - we’ll get into that in another post) spend so much time and money to keep the borders open and make sure immigration stays 90 - 95% non-white? With their own people allowed preference of course, as “refugees”, etc. Go ahead, look it up. Oh, I’m going to far, into the area of conspiracy and lunacy, right? Wrong. Hit the web and do a little research on the “Immigration Act of 1965”. Look at who WROTE the legislation. Look at the history of the legislation, the history behind the legislation. Ignore the “sponsors” of the bill like fat ol’ Ted “Chappaquiddick” Kennedy or Daniel “The Claw” Inouye. Look at the guys who introduced and pushed for this legislation that was created with the full intent of getting rid of the White population in the US, the “plan to tan America” as jewish pubs referred it to it back then. The main “elected” culprits were Emanuel Cellar and Jacob Javits, two perfect examples of traitors to the United States. The American public wasn’t even made aware that this legislation was winding its way through the house and senate. Media blackout. No chance for the public to vote on it. Take some time and read Professor Kevin MacDonald’s paper on the subject, filled with footnotes, put together through exhaustive research; http://www.csulb.edu/~kmacd/books-immigration.html No wonder they’re attacking him and trying to get him fired from his job. If he were just a “nut”, if there were no truth to his work, they’d leave him alone. Who are the real haters? Who’s really interested in perpetrating genocide and why?

LA does suck, just like the rest of country but even more so. This is ground zero. The heart of the experiment. If you don’t think the country is intentionally being taken apart then take another look at the silly “solution” to the graffiti problem in North Hollywood. Instead of cracking open some turd brown melon-heads and then deporting latinos back to all points South of the border, the govt is going to take pictures. Be sure to dress neatly! Taking pictures means that way they don’t really have to do anything. North Hollywood is flooded with illegals. From one end to the other. That’s why it’s covered in graffiti, that’s why crime is out of control in the area. It used to be almost all White. Up until the 1980’s when the stinky savages started arriving en masse. The illegals trudged in, bringing their crime, dirt, noise and other primitive habits. The men make trouble, while each mezzoid female farts out anchor baby after anchor baby like clockwork every 11 months. A never ending supply of future gardeners, gangbangers and graffiti “artists”. Keep in mind that mexico is our largest “source” of legal immigrants, never mind illegal aliens.

Ok. I’ve gotten a bit off track. Lets get back to North Hollywood, so I can start wandering all over the map again. Did you ever see the Clint Eastwood movies where he played a bare-knuckle brawler with a pet orangutan (Every Which Way But Loose and Any Which Way You Can)? The bar used in some scenes in those films was “The Palomino”. The Palomino was in North Hollywood. The neighborhoods shown in the films, the area where Eastwood’s character was living was North Hollywood. The first of those movies was released in 1978, the second in 1980. White North Hollywood is now a memory. It’s now Norte Hah-leewood, ay. Hell. It’s plain old Guadalajara. If they wanted to make a film about the area today, a realistic, slice of life movie, Clint, his cousin, his ape and his mother would be busy fighting gangbangers who’d be trying to steal their cars and attempting to get to the orangutan to use him as taco filling. It would be similar to the battle at Little Big Horn in terms of the Whites being surrounded by savages.

Philo squares off against the burrito rollers.

There’s a little strip on Lankershim blvd. in North Hollywood that’s been undergoing (a bit of) gentrification by the artsy-fartsy crowd. These people will only refer to the area as “No-Ho”. This is being done by artsy folks who put up galleries filled with work from untalented artists and little theaters with crappy, pretentious, “socially conscious” plays distinguished by their poor writing, praise of homosexuality and blacks, and attacks on normal White behavior among other subjects that are staples of Modern American Theatre. These people, these “artists” are hilarious in that they are so naive and in many cases flat out stupid when it comes to the current situation in NoHo and the rest of the city. They move into refurbished buildings, pooling their money to live in condos (converted from shitty apartments) or just spending their parent's money if they come from money. Lots of wealthy people seem to have fun playing poor, "roughing it" while getting two to four grand a month from dear old dad. They move into condos and apartments that are surrounded by an area that resembles a mexican slum because it IS a mexican slum. Yet these “artistes” all go on like intellectuals who can barely stand being in the presence of White proles like you or I. They walk around stating that people who complain about the sell-out of Whites and America are racists, full of hot air and worse. Then they pat themselves on the back for being courageous when in fact all they’re doing is toeing the party line. They think their sunny-good cheer, showing the mexicans they mean no harm, showing the mexicans tolerance and a friendly smile makes them better than all those neanderthals like me who think the border should be closed and all the Julios sent packing. These people are in fact the vast majority of those who become crime victims in NoHo. Victims of the predatory savages from South of the former border. That’s because mexicans and other non-whites see ass-kissing and deference from Whites as weakness, as cowardice mixed with stupidity, and their instincts are right. The instincts of the ignorant White “artists” have been blunted by a non-stop life long campaign of brainwashing via the schools and media, just like most other Whites. The “artistic” crowd seems more susceptible to brainwashing than other groups of Whites. They tend to follow the PC dogma hook, line and sinker because the people they seek as their benefactors are many times the people who are pulling the strings in the US. The own the media, and they own the “big galleries”.

So the brainwashing and other tactics used against Whites has placed the art crowd square in the middle of those groups that are among the least perceptive and/or resistant when it comes to being able to recognize certain dangers that exist around them. Dangers that exist because of “multiculturalism”. Because of the presence of mexicans. These naive clowns walk wide-eyed into ass-kickings, robberies, rapes, murders. Every day. It’s sad because their perceptions, their views, really aren’t their own “fault”. Unfortunately, most of them still don’t wake up even after they’ve been raped, robbed, beaten or worse. The brainwashing is that strong. The ones that do wake up are usually so afraid of becoming an “outcast” that even if they have been awakened after their face kicked in by a pack of mexicans, they won’t say so, they won’t admit it. Hey, admit the obvious and you’ll feel better; the majority of latinos are predatory, violent animals. Keep that in mind and you’ll have a better chance of not getting your skull caved in by some guys who’ve just had their picture taken by a robot-cam.

During the radio report on the installation of the cameras, one Valley resident complained that her neighborhood “…changed almost overnight.” She said she’s tried to sell her house three times in the last couple of years but the graffiti scares potential customers away. Lady, it’s the presence of the mexicans scaring real buyers away. Even if there isn’t any graffiti no sane person wants to move to a street filled with shaven headed, low IQ smelly savages who are eye-balling your 7 year old daughter like she’s a stripper on the runway at the Spearmint Rhino “Gentlemen’s Club”.

So North Hollywood, the quiet little neighborhood in the East Valley has become not so quiet. Thanks to DIVERSITY. Thanks to MULTICULTURALISM. Thanks to hundreds of thousands of illegals from mexico who were encouraged to move to NoHo by the US Govt. What have the guardians of the American public decided to do to combat this illegal alien fueled crime wave? Nothing. Nothing at all. Putting up cameras is doing nothing. Putting up a reward for each scalp cut from an illegal’s head would be doing something. It would at least be a start. Considering all that’s happening around us, if you think a guy like Michael Chertoff (the head of “Homeland Security”) or his “boss” (hah!) are serious about protecting the US, serious about securing the borders, then you haven’t been doing your homework.

Bush (left) and Chertoff (right) meet to discuss new methods to more quickly fill the US with third world animals.

A few quick questions:

How long do you think it will be before the bean-doggers vandalize the cameras? Will they destroy them? Will they mark their names on the camera housings?

How many of you think the cameras are being put in place in more and more areas of SoCal and the rest of the country to get Whites used to seeing them? To get us used to the idea that we’re being watched? Because we are the ones who will be watched.

Things are closing in. London is already arse-deep in security cameras. We’re headed that way. In the long run, they aren’t a weapon against crime, not in the traditional sense. They’re going to be a weapon against Whites who don’t toe the line. Weapons to go after “haters”. You’ll walking down the street, talking with a friend about black crime or how sick queers are and BAM! Your picture has been taken, they’ve got video and audio of you spouting hate speech. Off to the re-education center for you. Laugh now funny boy. Hermano Grande is watching you.

THE PIPPLE'S COURT - Part II

(continued from 9/2/07)

The instructions are more of a lecture that explains to one and all why we have been called to perform our civic duty. The lecture also makes it clear that there will be no easy escape from jury duty. The instructions would have been a bit easier to handle if they hadn’t been delivered with the fake accent. They also would have been easier to handle without the poor attempts at humor. Humor combined with fake accents. Oh Hell, I need to say the truth. It would have been better if the instructions hadn't been given by a cadre of mexicans. Mexicans that resembled a small herd of Water Buffalo. The shorter fat guy informed those that hadn’t been to court before that it “…eezent like TV! It won’ be like the Pipple’s Court.” This garnered a fair number of laughs from the Whites in the captive audience. How many of the laughs were genuine? Not very many. White people are so concerned with looking good or cool to minority folks, so busy trying to get along, they’ll make asses of themselves to show they are down with black and brown. The guy giving us instructions was just plain aggravating. He wasn't funny either. Not intentionally so. Besides his affected mexican accent, he had a distinctly feminine lilt to his voice and tilt in his gait. Being a flaming fag no doubt makes him indispensable as a county employee. Hispanic homo. A two-fer!

While the instructions continue I’m once again struck by how second-rate so many things are in California, now that we are forced to endure black and hispanic “authority”. How Whites have to go on and pretend that things are still efficient. That these people care as much about their work as we do. That they can all do as good a job as Whites. Sure. Take a look around. Reality is kicking all of us in the crotch every day. All day.

I kept taking notes and doodling while the Affirmative Action Hiree droned on. “We must also eenform you dat you can be ordered to go to ay-nuh-der court houthe.” Groans all around. In LA, you can be told to serve jury duty anywhere in the County. Officials claim they try to keep people close to home, but that day I spoke with one White Guy who lived in Lancaster yet was here downtown with the rest of us.

(Lancaster is a Hellish drive to or from downtown LA during the rush hours. It’s a high desert suburb, a place where a large number of Whites made a dash for it years ago to get away from the rising tide of black and brown sludge in LA proper. The govt has now filled parts of Palmdale/Lancaster with blacks and hispanics to make sure that White youngsters growing up in the area aren’t short-changed by missing out on diversity. Now besides shooting at each other, the packs of blacks and browns are busy attacking lone White kids on the streets. Anyone reading this from the Palmdale/Lancaster area, please feel free to send us your stories!)

Going from Lancaster to downtown LA isn’t quite as bad as being a White person from any part of the county and being sent to… Compton. This happens a lot. Compton is thought of as a black city, made famous by countless “songs” from rappers over the last 20 years. Compton these days is mostly latino, the US government having flooded the city with their new slave class, while moving the blacks into outlying areas - like Lancaster - to begin a new round of destruction on White neighborhoods. Compton was all White in the mid 60’s, all black by the early 70’s and majority latino by ‘02 or so. The pool of “eligible” jurors in the city and surrounding areas is small, heh, so a lot of people from “far away” get summoned to do the drive to Compton for jury duty. Last year several White people were beat up on the way back to their cars after jury duty. They didn’t want to put up with the hassle of parking in the Civic Center lots. So they parked on the residential streets next to Courts, etc. That's when they discovered there's still a sizable black population in Compton. “I didn’t think anything would happen during the day!” That's what one of the beating victims said. I have to say I doubt if any black or latino jurors would be so naive. If you get a summons and it says report to Compton, do anything you can to avoid it.

The instructions finally wind down. After 20 minutes of passionless speech overlayed with affected accents from our Masters I was ready for murder or at least a break. We were told to turn in our paperwork, pick up our badge holders and then take a seat. I looked around to see what people were doing. One middle aged White woman two seats away from me had a portable DVD player in her lap. Headphones happily jutting from her ears while she watched some Soap Opera. Ok, at least she’s smart enough to have brought something to occupy herself. I looked at more people. Specifically the White people. About 1/2 of the white people had brought something to read or something else to occupy their minds. The Asians were similar in percentage of those who had brought something to read or watch to pass the time. Only a couple of the hispanics had brought anything. A few were obviously hitting on each other, their instinct for a quick bump and run always going. The ones who weren’t looking for action, at least openly, sat. Staring. A few were watching the TV’s but most sat and looked around. Almost like they were casing the place. Three black males sat in different areas of the large room, watching everyone. Probably hoping to see someone leave a wallet or purse behind when they got up to go to the restroom or whatever. The other six blacks were huddled in a small side room watching a TV while mumbling amongst themselves.

I’m busy writing away when the intercom crackled and squeaked. One of the latinos in charge informed us that we could take a break just like regular city workers. A one hour break. At nine o’clock in the morning! I guess we were being treated like real city employees. This would give me a chance to wander around the building and look at the “line-up” for each of the different courtrooms, if you know what I mean. Just to make sure things were as diverse as they should be in the shining Capital of Multiculturalism.

I manage to avoid the stampede and stroll into the main hallway. Most of the jurors are headed straight toward a small snack shop. The snack shop is located right next to the restrooms. What does that tell you? I take a look inside the little store, all of the prospective black jurors are there. Already. The three fattest latino jurors are in there also. They appear to be protectively clutching the cinnamon rolls and breakfast burritos the same way the cavemen protected a dinosaur sparerib in the old movie “1 Million B.C.” How these two-legged sacks of lard were able to get there so quickly is beyond me. Maybe there’s some type of secret communications network. Similar to the ones non-whites apparently operate on the streets, letting each other know where all the freebies are coming from without alerting Whitey.

I meander down the hall and go to a door that has a sign above it that reads “Division 30”. I take a look at a look at a six or seven page list attached to the door. It’s a list of people who have “activity” pending that day. 80% of the names are ‘spanic. Bermudez. Gutierrez. Melendez. Martinez. Perdomo. Reynoso. Vasquez. Cebada. Cedillo. Medina. Nunez. Castillo. I started to believe that if I had torn a page from the White Pages from certain Southern California neighborhoods and dropped them into the Division 30 paperwork it wouldn’t have made a difference. All the same people would have been listed anyway. Not all of the names were latino. Some were identifiably American. As in “African-American”. Lavertes Washington. Rayfield Dinkins. Thamarcus Cliffs. Traventus Williams. Theotis Lamaar Peete. LeRoi Meekans. Dupree Rimms. It read like the typical felon packed NFL line-up you can see every Sunday on TV. There were a few names in there that could have been White Guys, but I’d bet most of them were black also. All of these oppressed people were no doubt railroaded into having to go to face "the man’s" racist “justice system”. I wandered to a couple of other floors in the building and was treated to the same thing.

Outside one courtroom a couple of seedy looking Armenian guys were collaring every black and latino who walked in or out. They were peddling a bail bonds company. I hope the pair were busy looting as many of these parasites as possible before hightailing back to Armenia.

The hallways were loaded with "fambly" members of the poor crooks who just couldn’t get a break. Depending on what part of the courtroom hallways you were in, it either felt like a war torn alley in Mogadishu or a smelly, fly filled alley in San Salvador. Incredible. The courts would be out of business without these people here. No wonder they’re so busy fighting for their rights instead of ours. Keep the work coming!

Before I knew it, breaktime was over! Time to go back to the holding pen to see if I'd be among those “lucky” enough to be called for a jury. Half of the crowd looked ready to pass out. I’m not tired or bored. I’m too busy laughing to myself over the courtroom line-ups that read like a Guadalajara phone book to be tired. Then the intercom crackled. “We weel be call-hing hout namez! Eef ju hear jour name, say ‘here’ and come to de front of de room.” Considering this guy’s accent, I almost want him to call out my name, just so I can hear it mangled in Spanglish. My name is not called.

I decide to take a break from writing notes, trying to come up with ideas for the blog. I go into the hallway and take a seat on one of the long benches that line both sides of the hallway. I had brought a novel with me. I cracked it open and at that very second a Chinese guy with an almost impenetrable accent sits down next to me and strikes up a conversation. Normally I’d have been irritated but today I’m hoping this guy can be a source of material if not the outright subject of a blog entry. Of all the people…

He’s in his late 30’s / early 40’s and dressed like the stereotypical “white trash” guy the media shoves in our faces all day long on the tube! He’s wearing a “Trak Auto” baseball cap, an old-style Rat Fink t-shirt and Dickie’s work jeans with boots. I immediately surmised this guy was not one of the millions of “study 6 hrs a day after school” Asians the government is flooding the former US with.“You bring-a book to keep from geh-ing bowad?” It took a fraction of a second for me to realize his final word was “bored”. Normally I would have told him I’d brought the book to keep people from sitting down next to me and starting conversations, but like I said, I was looking for material. He went on. “Jury duty no good. I like this country but jury system messed up, you know?”

I know lots of things but I just nod at him.

“I no make-a money while here. No pay. How ‘bout you?”

I nod “no” and can see this guy is wound up, looking to talk to anyone. At the same time, he’s looking at my face, then the book I’m reading, then the notebook. He’s curious but can’t bring himself to ask about the book or notebook. Is round-eye studying? Something must be wrong!

“But I still like it here in America. I go to Trade Tech when I get here. You know Trade Tech?” he asks me.

Trade Tech. Everyone in town “knows Trade Tech”. It’s a large trade school in downtown LA that’s across the street from the bldg that houses Traffic Court. It’s just a couple of miles from where he and I were sitting at that moment. Even in today’s dark times, the school still manages to keep going, teaching a variety of trades to students looking to go that route in life. The only problem I can see with Trade Tech is that it went the way of every other damn school in the US, favoring non-Whites over Whites when it comes to admissions. Courtesy of government enticements and official orders straight out of DC. On the other hand, it’s also true that American culture has been purposely twisted so that a huge percentage of Americans look down on people who work in certain trades. These nouveau snobs look at most trades as being dirty or only worthy of being “performed” by some type of lower caste human. These people picked up their snobby attitude from the friendly white-hating folks behind the media who detest manual labor and in fact hate almost all real work that doesn’t involve manipulating people out of their money through some type of deception. So they make light of honest labor even though everything in the country would fall apart without tradesmen doing their thing. The fact is some of these trades pay better than a lot of boring jobs that involve sitting at a desk and shuffling paper. At least they used to pay well until the floodgates were opened and guys like Kwai Chang Caine sitting next to me started taking all of the jobs.

“I learn auto mechanichhhs at Trade Tech. I fix da car. Fix it good.”

I want to ask him if he can “…drive the car,” but I refrain.

He asks me what I do. Apparently my profession doesn’t match the way I look. But I am "dressed to impress" as pointed out in Part 1. The tank top is really throwing people off. I’m intentionally dressed like a bum in the hopes that I will get kicked off a jury if called. This never should have been in the US auto-mechanic is a bit dressed down also. I doubt he dressed down on purpose. “Always work to do when you fix da cars. I gled to be here an’ working. That’s why I here, to work. Of course da people come here for da freedom but dere is lots of work!”

Lots of work depending on who and what you are. As long as you’re not White, the skids are greased and into the US you go to hasten the theft of land, jobs and money from the people who built America; Whites. Oh, is that a shocking statement? You were taught in school that black slaves, chinese coolies and “latino” fieldworkers built the US? If so, you need to be properly educated in terms of historical facts, not in lies created to destroy White self esteem while increasing the self esteem and feelings of self importance and superiority of non-Whites.

“You like’a jury duty?” I smirk and shake my head “no”. He’s not the most perceptive person I’ve met.

He keeps going, “I want to get out of here and go back to work.”

Don’t we all?

I'm thinking about the insanity of it all. A White scientist from Europe has little chance of getting into the US as an immigrant, because BY LAW 90% of immigrants to the US must be non-White. I'm talking legal immigrants. That's been the law of the land in the US since 1965. I'm sitting here with relatives who can't move to the US, some of them highly skilled scientists and technical people while next to me sits a guy from China who came here with no skills, who learned to be a mechanic at Trade Tech. Probably on our dime. Displacing a White American in the process. Every non-White who comes in is displacing a White. Displacing a relative of yours. Displacing YOU.

Just then another Chinese guy walks up. He’s overweight and looks like he can’t wait to sit down, which he does, right next to Kwai Chang. “Waste of a day,” the new arrival states. Kwai Chang nods, then says something in Chinese. The other guy sits up straight, thrilled to meet another Chinese speaker. Both of them start jabbering a mile a minute in Chinese. It sounded like a cockfight they were going at it so fast and loud. I got up, they looked at me like they had done something wrong! They sure had, but I don’t think their idea matched what I was thinking, ha! I pointed toward the restroom and made my exit.

I should have known better. Since I had been sitting on one of the benches in the hallway, I got up and went straight to the nearest restroom. It was one of the restrooms used by the “general public”. In other words, the restroom used by all the “pipples” who show up to see their homeys and cuz’s take a stand against the man in court. It wasn’t the worst restroom I’d seen in terms of degradation, but if the custodians didn’t get there soon it would shortly start tipping toward conditions seen in the Superdome post Katrina. No paper towels in the dispensers. I exited and went down the hallway back into the holding area for jurors and went to that restroom. Despite the high minority count, it was fairly clean and was stocked with paper towels.

A couple of minutes later, I was back in the holding room adding notes to my journal. The intercom crackled again. We were informed that “…ju can go to lunsh. Be back by one-turty.” It was 11:45 am. We really were being treated like city workers. I marched with the other jurors into the hallway and then went for the stairs. Two other people had the same idea as me. Everyone else went to the too-small elevators to wait and then fight their way on board for a short but very cramped ride.
Lunch? It was time to go to the L.A. Mall! Another educational experience. This little field trip really drove home the fact that the majority of city workers in LA are not White. Lots of hispanics. Fat hispanics. They must be the ethnic group with the highest percentage of lard lads and lasses in the US.

The L.A. Mall was a sight to see. It’s below street level and has a food court filled with fast food joints, a sandwich shop and a place serving Asian food. The food establishments were stacked with hispanic workers behind the counters. This set off the alarm bells in my head. I’ve explained before the aversion most hispanic workers have towards washing their hands. I’m wondering whether or not to seek out something that’s totally deep fried as it might be my best bet. Then I spy the Asian “restaurant”. At least the employees are all out in the open where I can see how they handle things. They’re also all Asians so maybe, just maybe, they’ll at least make an effort to wash their hands just because Whitey is watching.

I get my food and fight through the massive crowd for an indoor seat. Most of the seating at the mall is open air. No good. There’s homeless idiots wandering around the open-air dining area hassling everyone. I’m congratulating myself on avoiding them when all of a sudden to my right I hear someone talking to me. “Scuse me mistah! Would you be willing to help a young man who requires some cash in order to gets some lunch?” The ‘bro asking me for change is a sight. He’s at least 45 but presenting himself to me as a “young man.” He’s completely bald on top of his head, but has weird black curly cue hair snaking around each side of his head and sticking out in a fashion that makes him look like a black version of “Bozo the Clown”. He grins at me. I hate panhandlers. Never, ever give them change or respect.

“Go bug someone else.”

That stops him in his tracks. He blinks. He looks pissed but then nods his head and starts walking away. Then he slows down, turning back to look at me. Great. I’m going to have to fight Chicken George before I can finish my broccoli beef. I act like I’m furious, slowly getting up. Maybe I can bluff him. Like I’ve said before, I’m lucky I’m a fairly big guy. He turns away, nods to himself again and keeps walking. I start to sit back down, he looks back again, starts mouthing “motherfucker” and he turns away, disappearing into the mass of noon time lunch goers starting to flood the mall. Ok. I figure that bit of trouble is over for the day. I start to eat. And I start to carefully observe all the people entering the food court for their noon lunch break.

There’s a lot of middle aged White guys strolling in. They’re wearing suits. What are they doing here? They work in LA? I listen to them. They’re lawyers. Then a bunch of jewish looking guys in suits come in. They’re talking their asses off, loudly. They’re lawyers. All of a sudden I’m aware of someone standing to my left. Staring at me.

Long, isn’t it? That’s why there’s going to be a Part III, where I can get into the adventures of jury selection in Multicultural LA. If you made it this far, thanks for reading. If you’re in LA or any other area infected by multiculturalism, be careful out there. White people are targets, and our own governments have declared Open Season on us. Don’t forget it!

DWI

DWI. A major problem in Southern California.


DWI = Driving With Illegals.



Maybe you thought DWI meant “Driving While Intoxicated”. Not in LA it doesn’t.

DISCLAIMER - This entry is not meant to insult all latinos. I’m merely commenting on behavior exhibited by the overwhelming majority of latinos and not on the small minority - that might exist - who do not engage in the idiotic and criminally destructive behaviors mentioned below.

Now that I’ve fully recovered from whatever the Hell flu-bug it was that wiped me out for me almost two weeks, I think a short, for me, entry that covers some of the road hazards here in LA is in order. I had a nightmare drive from downtown LA to the Westside of LA Saturday afternoon, so I figured it would be a good idea to give some pointers to people who might be thinking about visiting this “Tourist Mecca”.

(Where is the “Pipple’s Court Part II”? I’ll finish that up this week. Relax. I’ve been sick. No joke.)

Yeah, DWI. Sure, there are White drivers who exhibit some of the same idiotic behaviors as latinos or blacks while behind the wheel of a car, but they are a minority of the White drivers out there. On the other hand, so many latinos display disruptive, dangerous behavior on the roads that the only conclusion that can be drawn is that a lot of the problems spring not only from ingrained cultural flaws, they must also have a genetic source at their root. Hey, if you think I’m going to outright lie like Stephen J. Gould you’d better go find another blog.

If you’re going to be driving in LA, be prepared to drive slow. Very slow. I mean walking speed. Why do illegals and in fact all latinos tend to drive at a pace that one could match by pushing a car down the street? What? You want reasons? They just DO. Seriously, there are a few reasons I’ve been able to identify for this particular behavior. None of them involve the usual excuse given by the apologists. What is the usual excuse? “They drive slow because they are scared of getting speeding tickets because they’re illegal and don’t want to lose their cars.” Sure. This has little basis in fact.

They drive slow because they are totally self absorbed. Whatever limited thinking goes on inside their pebble-heads is totally directed toward themselves. That means their attention isn’t necessarily focused on operating a motor vehicle. They are only dimly aware of the fact that whatever they do affects other vehicles around them. Their general lack of understanding when it comes to “cause and effect” will come into play later when other behaviors are mentioned.

Like I said, be prepared to drive slow. To be trapped in traffic for seemingly no reason. Even if traffic is light and there’s no accident on the side of the road to encourage rubber-necking, the mexicans will be creaking along a good 15 - 25 mph slower than the posted speed limit on any given street. They’re even worse on the freeways.

I believe another reason they drive so slow is that they are looking for things. Looking for things just like other primitive animals on foraging expeditions through the jungle. The slow moving hispanic drivers are looking for things. Looking for things to acquire. Which usually means steal. If something catches their attention you’ll see them suddenly come to a halt in the middle of the road. All the better to check it out. If the horns start blaring they’ll flip out. What’s the problem? They’re stopping to look at something or to talk to someone. So what? It’s what they want to do. It never enters their infantile brains that stopping in the middle of the road screws things up for other people. They’re doing what they need to do. The problem is you! That’s the way their minds work. Again, they tend to not be all that aware of the world around beyond looking for something to attack, take, eat or screw. This is also the reason they fly off the handle so easily. When they’re forced to consider the fact that their actions might be affecting others in some negative fashion they go into sensory overload. They don’t get it. They can’t process the information, understand the logic. Incapable of understanding cause and effect, at least when it comes to this, they go haywire.

The slow driving is intentional on more than a few occasions, especially when “lowriders” are involved. These self absorbed cretins drive slow to drive slow. They want to screw up traffic. It’s also tough to drive over 20 mph when you’re car is dropped so close to the ground that a 50 lb payload is an adventure. Despite media claims to the contrary, most lowriders are gangbangers. Lowriding is one aspect of gang culture the blacks picked up from the mexicans. The mexicans have picked up a lot of their so-called gangster style from blacks. The mexicans spend a lot of their time listening to black rappers while rolling around town in their lowriders and screwing up traffic. At the same time, they hate blacks and have been running them out of “traditionally” black neighborhoods due to sheer numerical superiority, not by being “tougher” as some claim. It’s numbers plus the fact that they’ll actually fight with blacks - unlike whites of the last 35 years or so who have been trained to back off when blacks and other nonwhites start pulling their tricks. Whites are also held accountable for their actions never mind being made the bad guy no matter how a confrontation with a brown or black started. A White can see an old lady being beaten by a black or brown, pick up a baseball bat and bash the melanin-enriched attacker over the head and the next thing he knows he’s the bad guy on the 5 o’clock news with some mexican or black sow crying about how their monster was such a “good boy”. Anyway, the mexicans have the upper hand against the blacks in S. California. Blacks don’t like it when people fight back. The mexicans started fighting back when their numbers equaled that of the blacks and went on the attack once they outnumbered the blacks. I know, I’ve had a front row seat for their battles since elementary school.

The lowriders are similar to the illegals in lots of ways. The screw up traffic and are amazed and insulted when people blare their horns and get pissed off. The mexicans get pissed off because people are mad at them. They figure “We’re mexicans, we do what we want. People should just go on their way and make room for us to do our thing. Because we’re mexicans.” That’s their logic. They are as self-absorbed and self-centered as blacks.

Slow. Very slow.

Ok, we’ve covered driving slow. Next you’ll want to hone your reflexes for DWI. What does that mean? It means being able to hit the brakes or swerve into an open lane or row of bushes in a millisecond when you’re cut off. You’ll be driving down the road at 35 mph and the dipshit mexican will pull right into your lane when you’re about 15 ft from his car. He’ll be driving 6 mph. Those of us who have been around town for years can attest to the fact that on many occasions you’ll see the mini-minded mexican looking right at you through his mirror, he’ll wait, wait, wait and then he will just pull in front of you when it’s too late to avoid him. Why? Because he’s a mexican. Because he can do what he wants. Because you’re supposed to watch out for him. Because he can do what he wants. Because you’re supposed to get out of his way, laws of physics be damned. Yeah, they break every other law and they expect that they can break the laws of physics just because they want to. More twisted logic but then if this country were operating logically the folks in DC would be hanging from lamp posts and mexico would be in chaos trying to deal with the 50 million latinos we’ve forced to make a run for the border.

So work on your reflexes. You will be cut off. On the streets. On the freeways. If you hit them, the latinos, it’s your fault. After all, you hit them from behind, right? That’s their logic. If you’re in an accident with one of these creatures fast reflexes may come in handy for the activity immediately following the fender bender or worse, if you get my drift. The illegal will get a dead look in their eyes. If they speak any English at all they will have conveniently forgotten it by the time you’ve gotten out of your car to ask the dumb-ass what they were thinking. They will then either grip their neck in pain while looking for a clear route for an escape run or they will be on the phone immediately with their friends who will get them an accident attorney in seconds. After all, you hit them from behind. It’s your fault.

Sometimes the illegal might not want to stick around. This is when you’ll see him carry on like a mexican born in the US. That can mean he’ll bolt. Or he might stick around for a second so he can stab or shoot you since you weren’t smart enough to stop when he cut you off. “Why’d ju hit me, ay? Ju saw me, why dint ju stop, puto?” Then out comes the weapon if he’s on his own. If he’s got you outnumbered because he had some mojados (moe-ha-those = wetback in English) in the car with him, they’ll give you a beat down first, then stab or shoot you. Then they’ll run. This is the same behavior you can expect from most latinos born here in the US after an accident. Most of the latinos of the “gangbanger” variety that is. The small percentage who work “normal” jobs handed to them because of Affirmative Action will merely see the accident for what it is; a chance for them to sue you and to go on disability for some time off that will allow them to drink even more, eat even more and maybe even bang the old lady so they can have another kid. A kid whose presence allows them to enlarge the monthly tide of subsidies from Uncle Sam that they enjoy even though they “work”. My advice is to carry “Uninsured Motorist Protection”, meaning an aluminum baseball bat and a semi-automatic .45 caliber pistol. If you’ve had a an accident with one of these savages and it’s a fairly quiet or deserted area or evening, collect your deductible from the third world offender and then scram.

Remember, work on drills to speed up your reflexes. You’ll also want to practice looking three ways at STOP signs and intersections. Don’t bother with the old “look both ways” your mom taught you when you were 5 years old or the “look right and left” bs from Driver’s Training in High School. That’s obsolete thinking, old news. You still have to look right and left, but you also have to constantly check your rear view mirror, especially at red lights and stop signs. Why? So that you have a chance to react to the drunken, semi-conscious illegal bearing down on you like a kamikazee attacking a US destroyer in WWII. What do you mean you don’t get it? Darn, I keep forgetting, the anti-White media downplays all of the deaths illegal (and a not a few legal) mexicans cause while showing their machismo by attempting to become "The World’s Fastest Indian". While drunk.

It seems that almost every day here in Southern California we get to read about some latino who gets himself good and shitfaced and then hops behind the wheel of a Western invention he shouldn’t even be allowed to ride in, let alone drive. Jose is soused to the gills so of course he tears off and drives. Fast. The only time you’ll see latinos driving fast is when they are drunk, fleeing a crime scene and/or being chased by the police. All the time we read about Jose Cruz, Manuel Cebada or Emiliano Zapata or whomever plowing into the rear of a car sitting at a stoplight. The people waiting at the lights are almost always killed. Once in a while one of them lives, if you call being a paraplegic living. Where’s Jose? Being drunk and relaxed, he usually survives. Enough neurons are usually still firing in order to get Jose to propel himself to the mexican border. If he can make it across, he’s generally home free because mexican officials (do those two words belong together?) will not deport a criminal back to the US if he was born in mexico. They’ll rarely deport a mexican criminal born in the US back to the Home of the Brave for punishment if the worthless bean-dogger is facing the death penalty. Mexico doesn’t believe in the death penalty. It does believe in lying, cheating, stealing, murder and letting their least intelligent and most worthless citizens go to the US to be taken care of. But they don’t believe in the death penalty. This will be given a more in-depth examination in a “Crime and Punishment” entry.

Finally, I should mention that you constantly need to be aware of the mexican drivers who are going in the opposite direction on the other side of the road. Whoops. I mean going in the opposite direction on the wrong side of the road. Your side. Coming right at you. This is another everyday occurrence when you’re DWI - driving with illegals. Everyday here in LA some drunken mojado hops into his US Taxpayer subsidized vehicle - after he’s had a couple of six packs of course - and then he careens down the wrong side of the road until he finally stops. What stops him is usually another vehicle. A vehicle driven by some ordinary person minding their own business. Like the director of the Holiday Classic, “A Christmas Story”. Bob Clark. He also directed "Porky's". Last April, he was minding his own business, driving down Pacific Coast Highway when Hector Velasquez Nava, 24, an illegal alien drunk off his indian ass, plowed into Mr.Clark, killing not only Mr. Clark but also his 22 year old son, Ariel Hanrath Clark. Nava was driving a brand new SUV, no doubt paid for by you and I. Not so happy holidays for Mr. Clark’s family or the families of thousands and thousands of other Americans who have experienced their loved ones being killed by the population our government has chosen to replace us. I sometimes think that the folks running the government enjoy seeing us murdered by these subhuman creatures. Keep that in mind when you’re watching “A Christmas Story” this year. The director of that nice family oriented film was murdered. He was murdered by a mexican agent, imported into the US to displace Whites by any means necessary. That means knives, guns or automobiles.

Bob Clark, director of "A Christmas Story".

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