He pulled a 38 from his pocket, walked up
right behind her, put the gun to the back of her head and shot her
twice. She fell to the floor, dead before she hit. He tugged at
her purse, but when he realized it was full of books instead of
the laptop he thought was in it, he left in disgust. He didn't
know her and she never saw her killer. Just another typical
wetback. How do you think her sons are going to feel when the next
glib politician gets up on TV and preaches about the "joys of
diversity" and how we need to give amnesty to all these bastard
invaders? Unless you're an suburban American living in a typical
city or large town, you probably don't feel the full effect of the
invasion...yet. But trust me it's coming. With each passing day
the dark hordes creep ever northward, ever inland into the
countryside and small towns, breeding, stealing, killing, and
taking over whole areas, one Pedro at a time. When there's only a
few of them in your town, they're as nice and as friendly as can
be. They want to be your friend and will do anything for you.
Sincerity literally drips from them as they come to you with hat
in hand, humbly asking you to let them live in your town. They're
quiet, hard working and never make any waves. You don't really
notice it when is uncle and his brother, and his brother's
sister's family all migrate to your town as well, and slowly set
up shop next-door to each other, creating an entire "Mexican"
block. Soon things start disappearing. Bikes, lawn mowers,
trimmers, tools, and a whole host of useful items seem to grow
legs and walk off. Then it happens. One of their punk-ass
teenagers knifes a white boy and takes his wallet. The father goes
to the kid's house to confront his father, but when he gets there
he's greeted by a mob of evil-looking wetbacks with tattoos and
lowrider cars blaring Mariachi music loud enough to peel paint.
They look at him with contempt and amusement. He never gets a
chance to get out of his car. They start pelting it with heavy
glass beer bottles and rocks, denting the hell out of his car.
They're laughing their asses off at the naive' gringo that let
them sneak in and establish a beachhead. Now there's be no
stopping them. And within a year the entire neighborhood becomes a
trash-strewn no-man's land of stripped cars, trash filled yards,
graffiti and filth.
Crime soars and the cops now patrol the area where the former white owners were tormented into selling out at a fraction of the property's worth and getting out. Because once these bastards move into an area, property values go into the toilet. Nobody but another lowlife beaner wants to live there. Gone is Mr. Nice Mexican. Now he and his family push whites out of the way in grocery lines, talk Spanish right in front of them, deliberately insulting them, knowing the whites can't understand. They laugh evilly at this stunt, which they pull daily with glee. Houses in white areas are now regularly burgled and cars are vanishing like tacos at a Mexican wedding. Hundreds and hundreds of whites suddenly find a pink slip in their pay envelope as these wetbacks offer their bosses a worker at half the wage. After all, they live twenty to an apartment, packed in like sardines. They live, sleep, and even breed right on top of each other like rats or roaches. This allows them to work for peanuts and still make a hefty profit. And as we all know, most employers are greedy souls and will drop a loyal employee in a New York minute if it'll save them a buck. The wetbacks know this and play to their greed, grinning all the while. There's nothing on earth nastier than a wetback bathroom. Trust me. A few years ago I had to help a friend evict a load of wetbacks from a one-bedroom house he'd bought to fix up as a rental. There were twenty-one wetbacks living in that little bungalo!
It took the sheriff to get them out at gunpoint, and on their way out they tore the hell out of the place just for spite. They'd been living there for almost a year, refusing to pay the rent, intimidating everyone that tried to get their worthless asses out. They were as bad as ghetto niggers. The bathroom had to be completely ripped out down to the foundation. All the fixtures and walls and plumbing also had to be ripped out. It was the nastiest, filthiest nightmare I'd ever seen short of a ghetto coon's apartment I saw one five years ago. It literally REEKED of crap and piss, and other more disturbing things. It took a ton of bleach and muriatic acid to finally clean it out. The rest of the house was almost as bad, and the place was absolutely infested with roaches and bedbugs. We were sorely tempted to just call the fire dept. and have them burn it down and start over...I guess the worst part of the invasion is their attitude. It's haughty, arrogant, snotty, and downright punk-ass. They get a real kick out of pushing whitey out of his homeland. These animals have the gall to say this is their land and we stole it. Never mind the fact that it was the Indian's land before they killed them off, and nobody's land before they showed up. Never mind the fact that our country bought California from Mexico in a settlement to keep them from griping over 150 years ago. And never mind the fact that before we got it, it was a barren, tumbleweed strewn, lizard gulch with no water, no grass, and damn little else but rocks and Gila monsters. The wetbacks got interested in it only after the gringos worked their asses off and made something out of nothing. Before that there were more snakes than Mexicans in California. Now you can't turn over a rock without six Mexicans scampering out. First and foremost people must remember that Mexicans are thieves. It's inbred into them, it's part of their culture, and it's taught to them from infancy. Hell, they steal from each other as much as they do from us. I remember staying at a Mexican woman's house when I was eleven. There was a family emergency and Mom used her as a babysitter for her brood while she left to sit at a friend's deathbed. The entire three-day stay was a nightmare of scheming, thieving wetback kids, fights, arguments, nastiness, and accusations being thrown back and forth as items kept disappearing and appearing as they played musical possessions with each other. As soon as they were able to walk they were stealing from their siblings. Greed is the dominating force in Latinos. Put away all the high sounding justifications and excuses why they say they're here. It's greed, pure and simple. They know we hate them, and they know they're not welcome or wanted here, but they also know our corrupt government will toss US in jail not them if we try to run them off. And if you don't think they have a good long laugh over that every time they see one of us, I've got a bridge for sale..cheap. It's a standing joke among them, one that never gets old. Especially when they're in line at the grocery store with two huge carts full of the best cuts of meat, the finest products, all paid for by whitey, and you're behind them with a pack of baloney and a dollar loaf of bread... The rest of my country has come under increasing attack as well, as millions more of these cockroaches press ever deeper into the American heartland.
I'm a generous person by nature. I'll help til it hurts. But I will never help a parasite. The only thing they'll get from me is a bullet in the ass...or two.. For my people to allow this race of overbreeding parasites to come here and take over is beyond my understanding. My father's generation would have shot them dead along with any law enforcement officer that got in the way. This anomaly is just as much a mystery to me as electing Obama. All I can attribute it to is what I call the "Lemming Syndrome". A form of self- hate and self-destructiveness. We should have white guilt alright, guilt that we've allowed those damned liberals to influence us in any way, shape, or form. We should feel guilty that we've allowed our corrupt Jew-run government to corrupt our kids and flood our country with vermin.Yesterday I got in my truck and drove to the store for a jug of milk, a pack of gum and a paper. I didn't get two blocks when I had to slam on the brakes because a mentally retarded and grossly deformed wetback of about 35, rolled out right in front of me on his tricycle. He gave me the tilted-head, drooling grin of an imbecile as he cruised on by. I took off only to slam on the brakes again not ten feet from him because a teenage wetback in a black Nissan went screaming by, LaBamba music booming, as he went 70 in a 20 zone. He never even looked. It was whitey's responsibility to watch out for HIM, not his to watch out for anyone else. That's their attitude today, now that they're the majority here. Shaken and pissed at the two close calls, I make it to the store. But before I can even get out of my truck a nigger ho runs up and gets in my face demanding money. I shit you not. It was all I could do not to bitch-slap her to the ground right then and there. I give her a look that would kill a dog and she backs off. Inside the store I grab my stuff and go to the counter. But just before I get to it, a nigger buck all decked out in nigger regalia, i.e. baggy pants, oversized "bazzget bow" jersey and stolen Nikes skids sideways between me and the clerk, doing a Michael Jackson. He then looks at me out of the side of his eye without turning his head and grins. He's deliberately screwing with whitey and getting a real kick out of it. But I've had enough. This last insult within five minutes from these bastards has pushed me over the edge. I Leaned forward and said softly in his ear, "I'm going to count to "One", and then I'm going to THROW you to the back of the store." Buckwheat's eyes got as big as soft boiled eggs and he did a reverse slide from the one he'd just performed and beat feet out of the store. The store manager grinned like a fox eating shit out of a hairbrush. I didn't say a word. I just paid for my stuff and left. I would have really done it. That was the part that disturbed me. And if I feel this way about these bastards, why doesn't the rest of my race? What have they put in the water to make them so stinking gutless? Muds are takers, parasites and predators. It's what they do. You don't let a wolf live with your chickens. The liberals are trying to tell us these are "good wolves" that won't eat us. Then how come there's a bite out of my ass?
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