So much food. So much fancy stuff. The best of the best, the cream of America's food industry. The butcher shop was something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Picture perfect. The display case was full of Alaskan king crab legs, fresh trout from Main and Salmon from Alaska. New York and Porterhouse steaks sat in regal elegance, looking smugly down at lowly chuck steak. The sheer arrogance of the place really hit me. The produce section was packed with the finest and rarest of fruits and vegetables from around the world, and everything was double the price it should have been anywhere else. But the patrons of this store didn't care about that. Shopping here is a statement to the other snobs of how much money you have to waste. If you have to worry about the price, you don't belong here. Ghetto blacks and wetbacks are discouraged from shopping here, or even entering the store for that matter. A stern looking security guard saw to that. And the lowlifes tried all the time. The rich have some subtle ways of discouraging them.. methods learned through long centuries of dealing with the lower classes. I once saw a guard turn back two baggy panted bucks, who obviously didn't have a dime between them, and were trying to get in just to lift something. Swarthy wetbacks and their herd of screaming wetlets never even try because the prices alone keep them out. It's only the thieves that keep trying...

Today was different. Really different. I had gone there because their indoor pharmacy possessed the rare medication I needed, and high priced or not, I needed it now. When I got to the counter, I was greeted like a long lost friend. It was downright embarrassing. I was waited on by no less then three seasoned pharmacists, who fell over each other to fill my order and cater to my every whim. Here was a well dressed white guy! Lordy lordy! I'm not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm not broke either. But you'd never catch me shopping here in normal times. But times aren't normal. I was the only person at the pharmacy. They all turned out to fill my prescriptions, and one even wrote her home phone number on a business card and gave it to me, telling me to call day or night if I needed anything. They wanted my business..bad. I could see now what was going on. My suspicions were confirmed. They were going broke...

It would only be a matter of time, and not much of that before this store was just another ghost in a rapidly dying mall that once housed nail salons, beauty parlors, optometrists and a whole range of satellite industries that are now drying up all over the country. Nobody has any money left. And these pharmacists would soon join the ranks of the unemployed, with their homes still unpaid for, and their kids still in high priced ivy league colleges. There was fear and panic in their eyes as they waited on me. They too, knew what was coming, and they were desperately trying to keep a grip on their old lifestyle. I felt sorry for them. I could smell their fear. I got my meds and left, walking past the endless rows of ice cream, frozen treats and other high priced items. It felt for all the world like I was the last man on earth, and I was looking at what man had left when he vanished suddenly, like one of those old science fiction movies. As I left the store, two baggy panted blacks that stank and looked like they'd been pulled through a sewer pipe entered the store. The guard didn't stop them this time. Instead he looked the other way. He knew why they were here. Like crows picking over a corpse, the feeding had begun. I knew that the next time I drove past this store it would be gone..just like the American dream. Dead and gone. Destroyed by corruption and evil in high places, and the ignorance of a spoiled, apathetic public that was too busy enjoying themselves to stop the walls from crumbling. So be it...

After leaving there I went to the doctor's office for an appointment, only to discover that my usual physician no longer worked there. No reason was given when I asked, other than he had "left the firm." As I waited to be seen by his replacement, I overheard the nurses talking to each other in low tones. The good doctor had lost everything in the stock market recently, and had checked out.. permanently. I lifetime's work and saving for retirement, gone in an instant as the Jews on Wall Street finish their feeding on the corpse of our economy. All our money is now overseas, where it will finance the fall of the remaining Anglo nations of the world. And the cycle continues. And nowhere is retribution being paid to these fiends as they laugh and smoke Cuban cigars behind the doors of power. And when the chaos hits, they'll fly in their Lear Jets to Israel, Rome and Paris, far away from the carnage and death they created...

Driving home I noticed hungry cops hiding around every bush and corner, desperately trying to find excuses to ticket the hell out of passing motorists because their bosses are riding their butts to bring in more revenue. More and more and more. And if you are unfortunate enough to get a ticket from one of these vampires, you can forget about contesting it because innocent or not, you're going to pay. They know that it'll cost you more to fight them than just pay the fine, so they're now violating everyone's rights and demanding a fat fine anyway..or you go to jail. The freeway traffic was sparse.. even at mid-day, which is unheard of on Interstate 10, and the city streets were empty as well, with vacant parking lots everywhere. On the way home I picked up a paper and it was filled with the most insane bargains and sales you ever saw. People and businesses all desperate for money, were selling everything for twenty cents on the dollar...

I saw a row of fat, jet black crows as I pulled into my driveway. Eyeing me with sinister red eyes, one of them cawed raucously at me, daring me to throw a rock at him. He knew that I'd miss at this distance, and then he'd heckle me from the safety of his perch. I don't like crows. They remind me of flying niggers. In the dark ages they would eat the eyes out of people being crucified..while they were still alive. But like them or not, we're all going to see a lot of crows, both the flying and the two-legged type very soon now, as the feeding frenzy begins. Sometimes I envy the dead. They'll never have to see their beloved land in its death throes as we will, and they'll never experience the nightmare things to come...