And trust me, it's only going to get worse as this cancer spreads and more and more whites finally get fed up. Well anyway, I was in this parts house and I was trying to find a hard-to-locate part for a particular vehicle, when out of the corner of my eye I noticed this large white guy sauntering in. He was at least 6-feet 3-inches and weighed a good 300 pounds. He was blonde, blue eyed and wore his hair down to shoulder length. He also had a full beard and both were scraggly and unkempt, making him look for all the world like an ancient berserker Viking of old. All he was missing was a horned helmet and an axe. This guy quietly walked to the rear of the store and began eyeing the merchandise, so I forgot him and went back to my business. Like the rest of the town, the damned wetbacks were steadily insinuating themselves into every business they could, by offering to work for half pay, forcing many hard working whites out of a job so their greedy employers can make a bigger profit. This is supposed to be illegal in this country now, but all the liberal states refuse to enforce the new law, so whites are still getting screwed. So now this parts house had no less than three Mexicans working the counter. I refused to let them wait on me of course, waiting instead until their remaining white employees to see to me...

Many of the other whites feel the same way, and this is not missed by the employer either. In fact this practice is going on all over town and is spreading. Good. But back to my tale. My turn finally came up, and while I was talking to the parts clerk, one of the wetbacks, a big one, as bending over the battery shelf, testing one of the unites they were charging for a customer. He was jabbering Spanish to one of his fellow wetback employees, which absolutely enrages many whites every time some wetback does this. It's disrespectful and arrogant. Well it just so happened that my Viking also heard that crap, and I could see the blood vessels begin to stand out of his forehead and his whole face quickly turn a shade of bright beet red. He was enraged. Something inside him had finally snapped, and he wasn't taking any more of it..ever. Everything happened in slow motion to me, though in reality it all took place in less than half a second. Suddenly my berserker started running toward the bent over wetback, and I could see his eyes zeroing in on the Mexican's fat ass like a red flag to a bull. Then he reared his right leg back and then kicked that stinking invader right square in the ass so hard that his boot literally lifted him clean off the floor! I shit you not!! The wetback flew straight into the battery shelf head-first, howling in shock and agony as his pain nerves began to register that his ass had just been thoroughly kicked!!

He came to rest with his head wedged deep in the shelf. Nobody moved, they just stood there in awed silence, mouths hanging open like fly traps. The Viking on the other hand simply turned away and calmly walked out of the store and down the street without saying a word. But he did have this huge, shit eating, satisfied grin plastered all over his furry face. As for me, I stood there gape mouthed a moment, watching my hero leave the store, then as I gazed at the jabbering wetback who was now trying to extricate himself from the shelf, I started to guffaw uncontrollably. I can't remember when I laughed so hard. Tears began to flow as I laughed until I almost retched. And so did several other whites who had witnessed the incident. Of course the wetbacks were outraged and began jabbering away in Spanish, ninety miles an hour. They wanted the offending white arrested for assault, racism, a hate crime and anything else they could think of. Just then their dream of screwing over a gringo was shattered by one of the white employees, who gave them a bit of news they definitely did not want to hear. Turns out the Viking is a mental case and on state disability, and therefore not legally responsible for his actions, hence he's arrest proof. Oh! You should have heard those wetbacks scream in rage! This only made all of us laugh even harder. Then one of our number piped up and asked the wetback with the throbbing anus, "Hey Jose! Maybe the Mexican Consulate can give you a butt cushion! And you'd better tell him to order a bunch more because that could end up becoming a real fad!" "HAAWW!" went the whites in the store...

By the time my business was finished in town, news of what had happened had already spread like wildfire from one end of the burg to the other. And the only ones not laughing were the invaders. Aww shucks! Don't you feel really bad for him? Yeah, I was sure you did! HAWWW! As long as I live, the image of that greasy invader's ass lifting off the floor under jackboot power will be imprinted in my mind. Whenever I'm depressed or in a funk, all I'll have to do is remember that day and I'll start to smile. What America desperately needs right now is fifty million jackboots lifting fifty million invader asses clean off the floor with the hardest kick they can possibly muster. I want them to hurt. I want them to hurt like bloody hell and make them afraid of turning their thieving backs on any white as long as they're here in our land where they have always known they aren't welcome. All that Viking's pent up rage and frustration with our evil leaders and all the millions of greedy, arrogant invaders that are sneaking in here to steal our birthright came to a head when he saw that wetback's ass glaring at him, as if it had a "Kick Me!" sign tacked to it. As far as my own personal opinion of the guy, I think he's as sane as the rest of us (and sanity is a relative thing anyway). I think that all the pressures of having to cope with a country that has turned its back on the very people that built it, finally caused him to snap and end up a mental case. Because what he did to that bastard is something we'd all love to do. My hat's off to him...

The time is fast approaching when every invader will run in guilty terror from the retribution so sorely owed them. And I for one, can't wait.......