THEY'RE HERE, THEY'RE QUEER, AND THEY'RE VERY SICK

One of the 6,329,418 reasons LA sucks is the fact that there's a tremendous amount of queers in this town.

The story run by so-called conservative Michelle Malkin a few days ago dovetailed nicely with my experience on Halloween. You can go to the following link and read about ABC News hiring homo actors to go out and publicly get intimate with each other: michellemalkin.com/2007/11/05/manufacturing-the-news-abc-news-hires-actors-to-engage-in-homosexual-pda-provoke-reaction

The fine folks at ABC News wanted the "actors" to get intimate in front of straight people in order to "provoke reaction". Why? Why to show all of us who aren’t toeing the PC line when it comes to our views on homos how intolerant, stupid and wrongheaded those rednecks hicks are down South. More correctly, to show us that anyone who isn’t “accepting” of homos is not with it, wrong, a hater. You don’t want to be like them, do you? You aren’t hiding your ill-informed views by keeping your disgust of fags to yourself, are you? You don’t want to be “wrong”, do you? You do want to be like everyone else, and enthuse how much you like buttfuckers, right? You do realize that anyone who thinks rump-raiders are strange and sick is on par with racists, right? The people behind this mess know exactly what’s going on and are doing their level best to try and come up with new ways to indoctrinate the masses while having a good laugh at how they’re pissing on traditional, Western White Culture. In fact, Malkin herself is just cover, just a diversion. Something to be used to continue the brainwashing. More on that below.

Faggots in the former U.S. have managed to attain a status close to or equal to that of blacks, latinos, jews, and other groups who have been deemed sacrosanct, above criticism in today’s Brave New World. The average brainwashed White lemming goes right along with PC policy designed to destroy White culture and identity, at least publicly. You mention someone’s a filthy, perverted bone smoking homo and you hear things like:

“What does it matter?”

“Who cares what they do at home?”

“As long as they keep it to themselves I don’t care.”

“I have gay friends.”

These days you can of course substitute blacks, spicks, jews, indians, asians, sadists, just about anything but straight White male for "homo" and you’ll get similar answers. The brainwashed Whites are Pavlovian in their responses. I guess we see other examples of similar reactions in complaints posted on many sites throughout the web that attempt to point out certain inconvenient facts. Once in a while some sane person will manage to have a letter printed in a newspaper or magazine or post some sensible comments on a “mainstream” news site that point out what twisted, sick, perverse monsters most queers are and just like any missive that points out faults, problems, and uncomfortable truths about an anointed group, the brave soul’s message will be framed in a way that makes their thoughts appear to be outside the norm, the rantings of some lunatic or a person bordering on the primitive who’d be better off in the distant, ignorant past rather than in today’s enlightened times.

This brings me to Halloween. A day that has become one of the most sacred on the faggot calendar.

Remember when Halloween was merely a fun day for kids, especially small children? They could dress up and go trick or treating, parents could take pictures, everyone would have a fun time, maybe a party here or there. It seems like those days are long gone in large sections of what is still called America.

A day that used to be fun for the kids has turned into some kind of festival celebrating the bizarre, the sick, superstitions and the profane, with most of it wrapped up in juvenile self-absorption. Nowhere is it more concentrated than in Southern California’s own West Hollywood, better known as “Boy’s Town” to the locals, and we’re not talking about any place that has to do with Father Flannigan. We’re talking about the city of West Hollywood, a faggot filled “village” surrounded by LA and squeezed up next to Beverly Hills. The place is crawling with AIDS riddled queers. Its Halloween party is supposedly the largest in the former US of A. Crowd estimates for this year’s fest ranged from 350,000 to 500,000. I don’t know how many actual humans were part of the huge crowd of freaks in SoCal’s version of Sodom & Gomorrah, but there was at least one there. That would be me, Big Effer, on hand as your intrepid reporter for an evening of horrors.

Halloween has somehow morphed into a day in which we’re supposed to step back and marvel at the wonderful “creativity” and “personality” of homosexuals and other sexual perverts who define the new era, a new era of acceptance. Supposedly gone are the ignorant days of yore when people who believed that men buggering and sodomizing each other wasn’t quite what nature intended.

The city of West Hollywood decided to block off a long stretch of Santa Monica Blvd, from La Cienega to Almont Dr. Several local radio stations set up tents and dance areas. There were food stands left and right, and dozens and dozens of portable toilets lining both sides of the street on one long stretch, meaning there were plenty of places for the queers to hook up in semi-privacy if they wanted to. Most didn’t bother. They could do that publicly. After all, it’s Halloween. It’s West Hollywood. It’s the sunset of Western Civilization. May as well party like there’s no tomorrow…

Queers are another of the many “outlier” groups that are feeling their collective oats these days, much in the same way that blacks, latinos and other non-whites are in the current situation in America. The butt-pirates are entrenched in the media, even appearing to enjoy some measure of media control, not a small part of that owed to the fact that the group that basically owns most of the media sees bone-smokers as another group of useful idiots, effective tools that can be used to aid in the breakdown of orderly White Western societies along with hordes of non-white invaders and a calculated dumbing down and trashing of our culture. It’s doubtful that some hate-filled, self deceptive hypocrite like Sumner Redstone (real name: Murray Rothstein), head of Viacom, “owner” of MTV, etc. actually has any respect for some guy who bends over and takes another man’s pole up his rear, but he does see the “value” in using such a sick individual to destroy the society that plays host to him and his ilk. That’s how Whites are being repaid for giving up their lives in WWII and other bullshit wars presented to the public with cover stories that are so far from reality as to border on science fiction. But the big lie has worked for decades, as long as you control the media. Our enemies control most of the media. One of their pet big lies is that queers are normal. They say queers are normal to imply that you, a normal White person, are abnormal in some fashion.

Fudge-packers are normal? On what planet? They’re sick, twisted, abnormal, self-absorbed creatures whose every thought apparently centers on sexual perversion. Keeping this in mind can’t help but make me wonder how evil and twisted those are who try to present these creatures as normal to us, to try to make normal people’s children look up to these things, to be influenced by them, to follow them.

With camera in hand I decided to wade in and record some of what was going on at this year’s West Hollywood Halloween Festival. I apologize now for the picture quality. I didn’t find out until I had arrived at the horrific spectacle that the flash was not operative on the camera. I believe I still managed to get some shots that I think convey the spirit of the evening. Pictures that show just how normal and mainstream the poofters are. Keep in mind that these pictures I have posted are a small example of what you could see strutting their stuff in Fagville. Thousands of these monsters were strolling the boulevard making their “statements” with “costumes” or barely wearing anything at all. Normal all the way. Hey, if they say it on TV it must be true!




Look at this guy. Yes, he’s dressed up like some kind of fat woman who's supposed to be exposing “herself”. He’s letting his very real manboobs hang out in the Halloween air. From the waist down, he’s wearing a prosthetic to make it appear as if he has dangling pudenda that are supposed to titillate bystanders. Yeah, he’s normal. Do you want him working around or with your children? Handling your food? Maybe he’s a male nurse at a local hospital. If he contracted AIDS, you think he’d make sure he took precautions to ensure he didn’t “accidentally” infect patients? I got a kick out of some White teens who walked by, called this guy a “fag” and threw a Slurpee at him before ducking into the crowd. Gives me hope that at least a few kids are able to overcome some of the brainwashing.


Then we’ve got this piece of work. For a few seconds I thought it was steroid queen Marion Jones, then I thought that maybe it was Serena Williams, but I realized that it was too small. When I got closer, I was able to see that it was just another, normal, 6’3” black fag in go-go boots and a mini-skirt. Normal. You go…er, girl. I guess.



Don’t think I’m going to leave the latinos out of this. No sir. You can see in the images above how happy the two macho mexicans were to have their picture taken by Big Effer. Lord knows what they do with burritos, never mind each other. Normal as can be, you betcha. Don’t you dare think these lisping cross-dressers are strange. Bad thoughts like that mean you aren’t like everyone else, they mean you’re bad. You don’t want to be called a hater, do you?


It was amazing to see how enamored with themselves these fags were. Wigs, high heels, fluffy mini-skirts. Without the heels, three of the four were my height. Yes indeed, nothing more than a few normal, manly men out for a stroll. The guy closest to me gave me a dirty look because he could tell I was laughing at them instead of with them. But he didn’t have the nerve to actually say anything. I wondered why the Hell the old guy wanted to take a picture with them, but then I saw the huge scar on the side of his head and figured he’d had part of his brain removed and didn’t really know what was going on. He probably thought he was at his high school prom. Normal guys. Right? Fun loving drag queens. You should have seen them whistling at the straight 11 and 12 year old boys walking by. I am not kidding.



Then there was this slice of Americana. Literally starkers. A nice jewish boy with a skull covering his pathetic pecker, claws, a footlong rubber tongue and bizarre fangs. Normal as could be. If you think strutting around with a Daniel Boone coonskin cap pasted to your ass and an animal skull glued to your crotch is normal. How creative! How cute! How wonderful! How normal!


Skull Dick also had a friend with him. This guy jammed an ice-cream cone or something over his prick and preened and pranced with his buddy. The brainwashed sheeple couldn’t wait for their turn to take pictures with these guys. Poster boys for tolerance I reckon.



Look at the face on the baby at the left. His mother deserves a kick in the teeth for bringing a child to this "festival". Seeing little children like this in this atmosphere was the most disturbing thing about the evening.


There's no shortage of stupid people and certainly no shortage of sick perverts in the former U.S. of A.


This guy gave me a dirty look. Why? As I was taking the picture I told him I could tell he absolutely believed in the statement printed on his shirt.



These old queens were being interviewed for something called “On The Box”. I elbowed my way in, right next to the TV Cameraman, and got to hear these flits say that they were “…living their fantasy,” wearing police hats etc, fireman's coats, women’s wigs, heels. All of you out there have fantasies like this, right? If you don’t, you’re not normal. You don’t want to be left out do you? C’mon guys, go out and get yourself a pair of pumps ASAP.


Another display of normalcy. This guy was dressed like some kind of fuzzy Bee from a kid’s TV show, except that he made sure his bare ass was hanging in the breeze for all to see. I thought this type of thing was illegal, but not one of the many deputy sheriffs on duty nabbed the guy for exposing himself. In my mind, his mincing and prancing combined with the outfit warranted the death penalty.


TV programs were being taped all over the place. Wonder how she got her job? I don’t know who she is, but her profile does make it appear as if some type of ethnic cronyism might be in play. I could be wrong, and it might just be another case of a star-stuck woman in Hollywood who banged the right person.

I said it earlier and I’ll say it again. These pictures are a small example of the sickness that was on display. I’ll bet a fag pride parade is worse. Maybe I’ll have to get a few shots from one of those fests and post them in order to try and wake up a few people.

Face it; everything that’s abnormal is being called normal, ordinary. Everything ordinary, orderly, normal, is being called abnormal. If it’s part of everyday, traditional White culture that is. The Boy Scouts are damn right to not want these freaks in charge of a bunch of kids. Never mind the real reasons the scurvy peter-puffers want to get cozy with young boys. Make yourself wonder about what kind of person would be working hard to force faggots on Scouts, on our culture. Fags, rappers, black and brown gang bangers, crosses dropped in buckets of urine, everything strange, filthy, primitive and disgusting is being rubbed in our faces. The people doing it to us don’t think that any of this crap is normal; they just enjoy destroying our culture and our people. Take a look around. They’re busy ruining everything you see, even Halloween.

Oh yeah, I mentioned Michelle Malkin being cover. She’s being used to throw the sheeple off the trail. I’d bet a lot of you know this already. You can go here to read about here some of her background; http://www.jewishworldreview.com/michelle/malkin091099.asp
How quaint. Her husband is “Russian Jewish”. We all know what happened over there in Russia with those folks in charge, and what they’re doing here now. Using fags and using people like Malkin. Think she’d have gotten her plum gigs without the aid of her hubby’s “extended family”? She goes on about her mom and aunt in the link listed directly above and all I can think about is our screwed up “legal” immigration policies. All I can think of is the fact she shouldn’t even be in this country, wouldn’t even be in this country if it weren’t for the Immigration Act of 1965, courtesy of Emanuel Cellar and Jacob Javits. Don’t bring up Ted Kennedy, he was merely a ‘sponsor’ of the bill, a paid shill. A paid shill or they took him to a screening room, ran the Zapruder film and said, “go along” or you’ll end up like Johnny. In the end, we’re being buried under a flood of “legal” non-white immigrants, giving us people like Malkin, illegal immigrants, giving us mexicans, africans, haitians, you name it, and queers strutting their sick stuff all over the country and telling us we’re sick if we’re offended by grown men wearing children’s animal costumes with the ass cut out of them.

With Malkin and other phony non-whites like her out front, pretending to be outraged about fags, illegal aliens, affirmative action and every other weapon being used against Whites, a lot of Whites are supposed to feel better; “See? She’s not White, but she’s on our side. I’ll bet a lot of the smart people who aren’t White are on our side. They have some common sense! She’s just like us! We don’t have to put ourselves out there, we can let our non-white heroes go out there and do it for us because they don’t catch the flack we wimpy White folks are hit with.”

Malkin and her ilk are doing nothing for us. They’re merely used as an outlet for angry Whites. Their statements and stances are supposed to soothe us. We see a non-White on “our side”, out there acting like they’re getting it done and our masters figure it will keep us from actually doing things, getting things done, biting the bullet and doing it for real. It’s also supposed to put a non-threatening face on the coloreds. This works on a lot of people, but not everyone.

Malkin and the rest like her in the mainstream media, White or non-white, are all frauds. It’s all a charade, scripted and directed like an episode of “I Love Lucy” except the actors and directors are laughing at the audience, 24/7.

Thanks for reading. I apologize for not being able to insert actual links for the Malkin stuff. For some reason, Blogger was not allowing me to enter those. Maybe I can correct it tomorrow along with fixing any of the usual typos from banging it out so quickly.

Big Effer

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

Photographic Evidence

Taxes, teeth and graffiti all in one!

August. It’s hot. The early morning clouds and fog have burned off. But I don't care that I have to stand in melting asphalt and take the pictures you see in this entry. The streets of this mexican town I’m in are covered with trash. I’m talking about the people, two-legged trash, not the garbage that litters the sidewalk. Oops! I forgot to tell you which mexican town I’m in: Los Angeles! Hollywood as a matter of fact. Bet you haven’t seen shots like these in any Hollywood tourist guide. You won’t either. It may as well be mexico or even managua, nicaragua*. Take a good look at these photos, of the people in them. This is what your leaders have in store for all of the US. The old “US” is gone, gone, gone.

Hollywood. Where are all the blonde surfer chicks and hot actresses?

As I get ready to take another priceless picture to chronicle the destruction of a once great city, to my right I hear someone say “Hey, ju!” I pause a second, then take the shot. Never, ever give latinos "respect". They demand it but do not return it. I get ready to take another shot. “Hey, hey!’ I was down on one knee to get the proper angle. I turn my head and see an angry mezzo (short for mestizo) looking at me. I stand up and stare straight down at him. I can see his eyes flutter. He didn’t realize I was so much bigger than him. He’s 5’6”, 145, about 45 years old. I’m 6’3” and a very solid 235 lbs. This comes in handy in LA. Even handier is the fact that carrying a concealed handgun is a misdemeanor in this town. Not that any white man would do such a thing. Moving along, I make sure I sound bothered when I say “What?” to this arrogant parasite. He backs off a bit. “Wha’ you takeeng pitchers of? Tha’s my strore.” Yes, he said “strore”. He points across to the street to a strip mall stuffed with garish junky shops and offices. I can tell he’s lying. He doesn’t own any “strore”. I step toward him just before I answer, “You don’t have my sympathies.” “Wha?” Of course it went right over his head.

You can see that Major League Baseball's campaign to attract latino fans is working!

“Why you take pitchers of my strore?” He’s losing more of his footing by the second. He expected me to back off, apologize, maybe even hand him my camera and beg not be hurt. That’s the image latinos have of whites now that so many have been brainwashed into being cowards. Whites have been brainwashed into being cowards while the egos and confidence of latinos and other non-whites have been inflated, cultivated by the same forces that have worked tirelessly to deflate white confidence. “I’m taking pictures of everything. What do you care?” “Iss my store!” I put the camera in my left hand and move a half step closer. Maybe I want to talk, maybe I want trouble. It’s fun throwing him off. “It’s not your street, is it?” He looks me up and down. It’s plain he’s wondering if he should go get help or just try and keep working it to find out what the hell I’m up to. He opts for the latter. “I jus’ askin’ why you takeeng pitchers?” “I want to show my relatives what it’s like out here.” He relaxes. Then I continue, “They’ve never been to mexico.” Now I’m getting a look. Fuck him. I move right past him to get more shots. The shots you see here. He steps inside a shitty little shop that was right behind us. Maybe something’s up, because the store he said was his is across the street.

Being macho means you always have to appear sullen, ready to lash out. I guess I would too if I looked like some of these parasites.

What is the problem with me taking pictures on the street here in LA? I’m surrounded by illegals, left and right. Short, squat ill-tempered people that shouldn’t be here in the first place. While they’re giving me a look like “What is he doing here?” I give them the same look back. The irony is lost of course. None of the stone-agers seem perturbed enough to complain to me about my taking pictures. No one but the entrepreneur who couldn’t pronounce “store”. I guess he's so used to White People backing off he feels he can dictate what goes on in the surrounding streets. At least if his target is white. He’s a quarter step removed from the gang-bangers and their view of “protecting their streets” and owning their “barrio”. I don't see my people walking around here.

The crabby little mestizo claimed to run one of these "strores". Hey, he calls them "strores", I'll call them "strores". Can't we all just get along?


These interlopers haven’t built anything. They don’t create. They don’t make anything better. They just take. Take and destroy. Then ask for more. Demand more. Gang-banger or store owner, they don’t realize that they only reason they exist at all is because of white “charity”. What I mean by charity is the money stolen from Whites through taxes and handed to these primitive creatures through “foreign aid” to their native lands or through social programs once they drag their stinky asses here to the former United States. Literally billions of people exist on this planet today that shouldn’t. Their existence can be traced back to some type of White charity. Now these hordes are being used to bury White people. Not only in the US either. It’s happening in most of Europe. Europe’s getting swamped with Africans, Arabs, all sorts of people that show up for the goodies and then thank us by destroying everything, raping, murdering and killing the people that they owe their existence to. Who’s behind this? That’s a topic coming up in the next week or so. It’s a long one. One we’ll need you to take notes on and then to forward to your friends. Wake them up too. Other people have pointed out that only sheer hate and evil could lead to what you see in these pictures; an entire population, Whites, replaced, removed from this area because someone despises them.

Don't see any White People yet. How about you?

Back to the situation at hand. These pictures show the area around Western Avenue and Santa Monica boulevard. Can’t mince words. It’s a shit-hole. It’s also part of Hollywood as I mentioned earlier - although the city has dubbed part of the area “Melrose Hill”. Classy, eh? Most of Hollywood itself, East and South, resembles Central America because apparently half the population of Central America has moved here. This isn’t counting the mexicans. They’re all over the place. But if you want to really see something exotic and get a glimpse of the future your rulers have planned for you, then drop in to the area, say between Normandie and Santa Monica blvd and go West to Santa Monica blvd and Vine (Yes, that Vine St. as in Hollywood and Vine). I'm right in the middle of the stretch I just described. Huge chunks of this neighborhood are filled with short, wiry, smelly savages with tattoos advertising their membership in “Mara Salvatrucha”. That’s a gang that has members and affiliates ranging from el salvador and guatemala through mexico up into the US from L.A. to West Virginia, even DC itself. Go ahead and look them up on the net. These filthy monsters have no compunction about walking up and shooting someone, namely you, in the head, never mind robbing or raping a convenient target. They’re coming right your way too. George Bush and his masters want them to. They don’t care if you’re hurt or killed. In fact, in their minds you probably deserve it. Don’t dismiss these remarks as generic “anti-Bush” claptrap. In fact, forget about politics per se. If you have any faith or belief in either party or politicians in DC you are delusional or at the very least naive. With the exception of a couple of individuals, the crowd in DC is worthy only of hatred and scorn.


The FBI classifies these guys as "White" when they commit a crime. Go ahead, look it up. Do they look White to you?

I go back to taking more pictures. The filthy fraud who was so disturbed at my Jimmy Olsen routine is standing in the doorway of the store he retreated to. He has another squat mezzo next to him. They’re looking at me. I turn and look right at them. They both go back inside as I'm set to take their picture. They won’t be calling the LAPD. I haven’t broken any laws. I haven’t broken any White Man’s laws that is. They could decide to call their own version of the “Neighborhood Watch”. The type of Neighborhood Watch that looks for things like cars to break into or to steal, homes and apartments to burglarize, women to attack and rape. Stores to hit up for “protection”. I tell myself to keep my eyes peeled although I doubt anything is going to happen. They probably think I’m a cop. You cannot drop your guard around here. I see tourists wandering around Hollywood blvd. a few blocks to the North, and many of them don’t pay one bit of attention to their surroundings. No attention to the people around them, the “natives”. They’re looking at street signs, tourist attractions, but not looking at feral latinos and blacks who leer at them, sizing them up as targets. I kid you not. Pathetic. The tourists’ blithe ignorance of their surroundings is similar to the blind ignorance so many Whites show to what’s going on around them. They don’t question a damn thing or if they do, they look to TV (or maybe newspapers) for the answers. Ask the LAPD Hollywood Division how many tourists each day report a robbery that’s sometimes topped off with an ass kicking or worse. A lot goes unreported.

The complainer ducked in this store. Besides not really owning a store, I'll bet he doesn't even know the owner of this vibrant example of latino commerce.


Look at these pictures. Do you think these “people” would be rolling so easily across our border if a conscious decision hadn’t been made allow them to do so? Do you really think the US couldn’t shut down the border in a matter of hours if it had to? Look at your representatives in DC. The overwhelming majority of the voters, meaning White People, want the borders closed down NOW. The voters want legal and illegal immigration stopped NOW! So what are they doing in DC? Figuring out how to grant amnesty and more special rights to these savages and fighting to get more and more of them in here. Quick! They aren’t breeding fast enough! Get more of them here before something happens! Before there’s a revolt!

Happy go lucky Sun People! You can feel the warmth even in pictures!

The folks in charge aren’t worried about latinos or blacks having a revolt. They know these two groups can loot, burn things down, kill people. Create a lot of chaos. But they can’t take over or run things these days. Not on their own. It’s the thought of Whites waking up and engaging in revolt here and there across the country that’s chilling to the shitheeled politicians and their string-pullers. Personally, I don’t think they have much to worry about from Whites right now. Whites need their collective ass kicked along with a severe economic downturn to knock them out of their stupor. I can only hope this kick in the teeth happens sooner than later. My advice is to make sure you always have some food and water stockpiled. I also think you should forget about Gold and Silver and invest in lead.

How many homeys do you think these guys have stuffed in their stolen luggage?

These pictures are indicative of much of Los Angeles AND Los Angeles County, along with a huge chunk of Orange County. This is how run down, seedy and "non-white" things have become in these areas, not just in some isolated neighborhood. This particular area isn’t anywhere near as bad as other parts of the city or areas that I have mentioned. It’s one of the “quieter” latino infested areas. At least on the main drag. You don’t stand a good chance of getting killed until the sun goes down. Then go and wander the side streets if you’re looking for action. I chose this particular neighborhood because I used to live here. Two blocks from this intersection. Back in the day, it looked like the neighborhood in “Leave it to Beaver”. I kid you not. When I was three and four years old I’d walk over to the intersection of Western and Santa Monica with my grandmother. She’d go in and out of the various stores with me in tow. I was happy to go along because I’d always get a hamburger for lunch and a comic book to take home with me. My mother would get a break at home.

Oye! Dees place is better than pinche iTunes. Si mon ese vato!

Now the neighborhood is filthy and dangerous. I don’t see any 60 year old White grandmothers taking 4 year old boys out for a hamburger and milkshake. Not around here. Not anywhere in Los Angeles. Not anymore. I do see a lot of fat-assed mestizas pushing baby carriages with their older cubs next to them helping out by pushing stolen shopping carts. The city schools are about 80% latino which is why they are doing so poorly. Don’t try and message me with the old “poverty is the problem” routine either. These people create poverty. This intersection is cluttered, dirty and rundown because of them. It wasn’t left this way for them. Most of them can’t get out of poverty because they simply aren’t smart enough. Look at the Mayor, Tony Villaraigosa (real last name; Villar). He’s considered one of their bright lights and he’s failed the State Bar Exam FOUR TIMES. Think any white politician could avoid being skewered by the press if he were so cognitively challenged? Of course not. Only so many of these people can become boxers or soccer stars. The rest can dig ditches and continue with their digging of White America’s grave through social service dependence, rape, robbery and murder. Too many Whites look at these people with pity. Too many brainwashed Whites want to “help”. Too many Whites are worried about being “liked” by these people. Being liked by everyone. Hey, let me tell you something: it doesn’t matter what you do, what you give them. They DON’T like you. Never will. They have scorn and disrespect for Whites because they are so easily able to walk in here and take and take and take from Whites who offer no resistance. Their presence here is them spitting in your face. What are you going to do about it?

Cheap flowers for White America's Funeral.


I'll post more pictures over the coming days and weeks. The material is endless out here. The time we have to take care of the problems facing our people is not.

*I never capitalize the first letter in the names of latin American countries - or other races. When "they" start capitalizing the "W" in White when describing the White Race (as they do for every other group) then maybe I'll change my mind. But I doubt it.