And so sings the idiot wetback as he pretends to be a technician as he butchers an electrical grid transformer that supplies power to hundreds of homes, causing untold millions in damages. Today was a fiasco of wetbackdom, the likes of which I have seldom seen. I utterly despise wetbacks, and on occasion they can illicit a rage in me that scares me. Usually I'm a hard person to piss off. I have developed a great deal of patience through the years, thanks to a lot of hardship and suffering. But there are a few things that can still push my buttons, and wetbacks are definitely one of them. After almost getting killed by a drunken Mestizo on the way home from the doctor, I stopped at a local Bag N' Gag for a coke. Coming out, two wetbacks accosted me. One got my attention by trying to mooch money, while the other one crept behind me and tried to snatch my wallet. Being ex-law enforcement, I was wise to the tactic and spun around on the would-be pickpocket, grabbing him by the throat..hard. His eyes bugged like a chicken giving birth to a brick. The moocher beat feet, leaving his cohort behind. I threw him to the cement and kicked him in the ass as he tried to get away from me. I wanted to kill the damned parasite. I am so sick of thieving Mexicans! On the way home I stopped at the nearest tire shop to have a leak fixed, only to discover it had been bought out by some extremely racist, anti-American wetbacks. Not Mexican Americans..wetbacks. In the lounge was now a large shrine behind glass, to a statue of the Virgin Mary, all decked out in Mexican crap. On the wall behind her was proudly displayed the Mexican flag. This was a slap in the face to every American. They were flaunting the fact that they're here to take..not to be Americans, and that there's not a damn thing we can do about it. Now I was in a bad mood and wanted nothing more than to go home, check my email, eat something and go to bed. It had been a long, hard, and extremely hot day..especially since the A\C konked out in my truck yesterday. And dealing with muds had pushed me near the brink of control...
But around 9pm, just when I was about to fix myself something, the power went out. It came back on for a few minutes, then went out, on, off, on, off, on, off, to infinitum, until I was leaving large tufts of hair all over the house, and had stumped my toes so many times that they now looked like gnawed hotdogs. It's in the 100's here today. No A\C in the house either, and no cold drinks because I didn't dare open the fridge because there was no telling when these doofs would get the power restored, and food could easily spoil. I sweated for an hour and a half in the dark until I'd had enough. Tired, hot, and hungry, I got in my truck and headed for the nearest choke n' puke. I ended up at the Colonel's because it was late, and the jigaboos that work and have money are all asleep by 10pm. I ordered a simple meal, but the coons that work in there had eaten all the extra crispy. I talked to the manager there once, and he said he was continually firing the blacks for eating up all the chicken when he wasn't around. Hey I'm not kidding here. Stinking apes.. Anyway, this fat ho had me pull around and said it would be only ten minutes and they'd have a fresh batch. I saw one of the bucks behind her lick his huge lips when he heard that...I waited..and waited, and waited. No chicken. So I drove back through the line all over again..and the bitch had forgotten about me! And to make matters worse, there was that liver-lipped buck, chomping down on some of the new batch of chicken. It was all I could do not to pull his worthless black ass through the window and snap his neck. GOD! I hate this state! I finally got my food and drove home. The lights were finally on. I went inside and started to eat..and the power went out..again. In frustration I called Edison. I finally got some dumb broad who said she didn't have a clue when the power would be back on. I said, "What happened? She actually told me, which absolutely floored me. If her boss knew what she told me, I have no doubt she'd have been fired on the spot for being a "racist". She quietly told me that some drunken wetback had stolen a car, got chased by the cops, and run the car into a telephone pole, destroying the main transformer that supplied power to over 2800 homes. She and I got to talking, and I soon discovered that she was as fed up with Mexicans as I am. She candidly warned me not to expect much from the repair crew because most of the competent techs (whites) had fled the state to get away from the mudslide. I sat in the dark and sweated, and ate my cold chicken, and thought about the joys of living under the yoke of our beloved politicians. More and more, California is slipping into the South American mode..
Example: They laid some new water pipe down Main Street last month. The City planner hired the lowest bidder to re-pave the repair work, which tore up one whole side of the street for over a mile. He hired "Pedro's Lawn Care\Paving Company\Taco Stand to do the work, and now it's like driving on the Devil's Golf Course in Death Valley. And Pedro hires only unskilled wetbacks for $20 a day, under the table to do the work. That way him and the planner can split the profits. And those ignorant peasants think asphalt is the crack in their butt. In all my days, I have never seen such a sorry repair job. A blind, three-fingered spastic could do better. Watching the cars ahead of me as they go down that patch of road is like watching someone ride a mechanical bull. Those cars are tossed around like jumping beans as they bounce off one huge bump, only to land in a pothole. You can hear the drivers cussing in the distance...After resetting all the clocks for the tenth time, the power finally stayed on. But now it was after midnight and I was pissed. My entire day had been one long nightmare of dealing with evil, thieving, worthless muds that are desperately crying out for a bullet in the brain. I would love to be the one to give it too them too. This whole state is spiraling out of control, and it's only a matter of time..and not much of that before it collapses into a chaos of pissed, spoiled, hungry, and extremely violent muds who will tear this state apart., just as the enemy planned. And as California goes, so goes the rest of the country. I can't say for sure how long we have left, but I do know it's not long. Don't get complacent. Things could collapse tomorrow or last another year. Beyond that, I can't see us surviving as a nation without one hell of a lot of bloodshed. I for one am ready. Like so many of my brethren, the old Viking blood is stirring, and the voices of my ancestors cry out to me to avenge our race. I will. By God, I will...
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