The Argument
We were working on a large truck for a friend of mine. It had serious electrical problems, and I was tracing the circuits with a test probe to save him a small fortune in repair bills, which he couldn't afford after losing his job, thanks to the kikes on Wall Street. He hired the wetback to be my gopher during the process because he had to go out job hunting. He had a family to support and a dwindling bank account. A familiar song these days. So as I worked, I yelled back to the wetback to tell me if this light or that one lit up, and he would yell back, "Si!" or "No!" Believe me, it was all I could do to put up with this turd, but my pal needed help, and I needed a gopher for this repair job...My radio was on KFI, and they were talking about the invasion. The wetback was listening too, and he piped up and said, "Why don' dey jes' leev us alone, eh? We jes tryin' to make a beeter life!" Well that set me off, but I held my tongue and asked him to come around and talk to me. I told him, "Wanting a better life is fine, but not by stealing it from us!" He stuck his hands in the air and said, "But you not going to geeb eet too us, so we got to steal it!" "I was starting to get pissed. "So you think that you have a right to steal our birthright because we won't just hand it over? How do you think we got this nation in the first place?" He shook his head. "I dunno!" I sighed. "You people never even stopped to think about it did you. All you think about is that the gringos have it, and you want it. Is that about it?" He nodded his head. "Si! We want it!" Well Paco, we earned it! We worked our freaking asses off for over 200 years. We fought and died by the frigging millions to defend it, and millions of our fathers never came home, or came home lame or mutilated to give it to us. We overthrew a crooked government and made a free nation. "If you want what we have, go home and make the same sacrifices we made. THEN you'll deserve to have it."
The wetback honestly thought about what I said for a moment, then he replied, "But why do dees' when you already deed eet? All we gotta do eez get here and your government weel protect us from joo and geeb us your money!" Now that's wetback logic for you. Not an ounce of morals in them. It's all about what they can get away with. Always. I was flabbergasted by his words and attitude, let me tell you. This sonofabitch actually meant every word of it. "Don't you get it?" I said, "You're not welcome here! We don't want you! You're just a bunch of thieves and parasites that are stealing our birthright!" The wetback smiled and shook his head. "It don't matter senior, because you gringos eez too afraid of your federales to stop us. So we stay, and soon we be so many here that you hab to geeb us Caleefornia and Areezona, and de other states we taking." He was getting cocky and arrogant now, and rubbing it in, and I was getting madder by the frigging second. George had made a big mistake saddling me with this cockroach...I looked this maggot square in the eye and asked him, "Don't you think it's wrong to steal from people?" The mud looked at me seriously for a moment, then an evil grin creased his ugly face. "Who cares about eef eet's wrong? Eef we can take eet from you, we gonna take eet. Dat's de law of life senior! De strong take from de weak, and you whettos eez weak!" At that point I turned around quickly and walked away from him. I yelled back over my shoulder for him to go back to work, and I didn't speak to him the rest of the afternoon. I was afraid to. Something primal and extremely dangerous had suddenly welled up inside me, like a demon that had been hiding in a pit. And if I talked to that piece of shit even one more time, I was terrified I'd snap and kill his worthless, thieving ass on the spot. This turd was a perfect example of the lowlifes now infesting our land, and the attitude they all possess. We owe it to them just because they can get to us.
I wanted to kill him. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I wanted that talking cockroach dead, dead, dead. And in my mind's eye I could envision the entire central and south American continent smoldering in radioactive ruin. To me such a sight would be more pleasant than stepping into the Land of Oz. A world without parasites of any kind. Could I dare to have such a dream? A world where the fruits of my people's labors wasn't perpetually siphoned off by Jews, governments, and greedy parasites of every stripe? What a world it would be...That evening I chewed my friend out royally, and warned him sternly to never hire another one of those creeps as long as he considered me a friend. I warned him that there would soon come a time when any white man that worked a wetback would have to answer to his peers for treason. I also reminded him of the war to come and his place in it, and his duty as a white man. Then I said my goodbyes and left, leaving him plenty to think about. He reminds me of so many other whites that just don't yet seem to get the fact that we are at war with an invading army, an army of parasites that want everything we have, and want us dead. I earnestly wish he had been there to hear that bastard's words first-hand. Perhaps it would have made the difference, I just don't know.. I really just don't know...
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