It was one of those days when you know after only a few minutes that you should have ignored the alarm and stayed in bed all day. You could see that the stars were out of sync and that the elementals of the earth were in conspiracy to get you today. But being the stubborn pine knot that you are, you pushed on, trusting in your own wits and self-made luck to see you through. Bad mistake...

First, a wetback trollette jumped out of her driveway as I came in line with her, doing all of fifty per. I leaned on my horn, slammed on my brakes and skidded for a hundred feet. I slowed just enough to let the illegal bitch get clear of me, then she hit the gas without even looking back. I was shaking like a leaf with fury and stress at the near miss caused by our blasted liberal politicians, who, in the end, are the real culprits here. They're the bastards who let her and her kind flood in here in the first place. The news came on my truck's radio, announcing yet another hit and run. This one was fatal. A wetback in a dark blue Nissan had run over a 17-year-old white girl in broad daylight six blocks away, then hit the gas. There were a half-dozen wetback witnesses, but none of them would snitch on their fellow parasite. He's still at large... Last night around 2:30 am I went to the local Choke N' Puke to grab a cup of coffee. The place was closed and there were five fuzz units there. I walked up to the nearest cop and said, "Don't tell me: Three niggers came in and robbed the place at gunpoint and shot the clerk just for fun, then disappeared, right?" The stupid-assed cop cocked a suspicious eye at me and said, "That's right! How did you know that?" I shook my head in disgust and laughed, and walked back to my truck without answering that ass. As if it took a damn psychic to figure out what happened. Criminy. It's always niggers...

Then this afternoon I had to go in for an angio-gram at the hospital in preparation for my finally up-coming open-heart operation, my second. I went from one bean-counter to the next, gradually making my way through a maze of petty bureaucrats and nurses until, three hours later I arrived at the final office. While I was being prepped, a Hindu immigrant nurse, a regular troll in a dress, let me tell you, was attempting to get a medical history on me that they already had on file. She had that dull-eyed, semi-lobotomized look most of them have. The look that tells any intelligent white that he's dealing with a sub-human in intellect. The fact that she was working in such a critical department demonstrated just how deep the liberal cancer has gotten. She could just barely speak English and her accent was thicker than crap in an outhouse. I had to really listen closely and have her repeat herself frequently to understand her at all. And she was filling out critical medical data? Odin's hemorrhoids! Then I made a really stupid, stupid mistake. For a second I forgot I was dealing with an idiot. I excuse myself somewhat for this because I was in severe pain, weak, and hadn't eaten anything since 5pm the day before as per instructions. So I wasn't thinking too clearly. Then this stupid cow asked me if I used drugs. I told her no of course, because I don't. But then I made the drastic mistake of assuming she possessed a modicum of horse sense. I said, "35 years ago in Viet Nam I tried weed, just like all the other stupid kids, but that's it." She bugged her eyes and with bright red ink, circled "DRUG ABUSER" on my chart. I looked at her in abject amazement and asked, "What the F!!!!!! is THAT?" In very thick Hindu motel manager style she said matter-of-factly, "Well, you DID use de weed, yes?" And I said Yeah, thirty-five years ago, you stupid cow! What the devil is the matter with you? Don't you know what you've just done to me? If you let that stand, this hospital will never give me anything for the pain, no matter how bad I hurt, because they'll be afraid I might get "addicted" to it!"

She looked at me as if I didn't know what I was talking about and actually smirked at me. Her utter naivte' and arrogance enraged me. I told her, "The exact-same thing happened to my brother and they let him scream for two solid weeks to cover their own asses! And it was this hospital!" I was getting madder by the second. So what, pray tell, does this paragon of virtue do? Why, she goes directly to my cardiologist and tells him I'm complaining about pain medications!" I kid you not!" And this was after I had talked to her slowly and carefully, like you talk to a small child to make damned sure she clearly understood my meaning. Then she had the brass to come back into my room and report to me on what she had done. I hit the roof. I yelled, "You stupid Third World idiot! Why don't you go back to school and learn the damned language before you come here? Do you realize what you just did? Now I'm going to go through that entire excruciating procedure without a drop of painkiller!" She shook her head. "No, no, no! He vil medicate you. I have zeen to dat!" "Oh you have, have you?" "Hey!" I yelled at the nurse's desk, "Where in HELL do you people get your help from? Morons R Us?"" Just then a great big bull-dyke came stomping in, menacing me. "Stop talking to my nurse like she's an idiot!" she growled. "Well if the shoe fits lady!" I snapped back.

Then I turned back to the Paki. "I want you to wait right here, Miss Know-it-all. I'm going to give you an education at my expense." A minute later they wheeled me into surgery, where I got absolutely no painkillers and suffered like a run-over dog during the whole procedure. When they finally wheeled me out I yelled at the Paki. "Now! Go ask the surgical staff how much painkiller they gave me." She stomped out, sure that she was going to prove what an ass I was. It took her a very long time to return. When she did, her mouth hung open like a gopher hole. She tried to stammer out a broken apology, but she stopped in the end, realizing there was nothing she could say at this point that would take back the hell I'd just gone through because of her. I looked her right in the eye and said, "Now! Go fix my goddam chart. And when you're done with that, I strongly urge you to quit this unit and go back to serving hospital french fries or mopping floors. You're waaaay too stupid to be working in a place like this."

Ruthless? You weren't in there with me when I was screaming....

On the way home (I wasn't supposed to leave the hospital for another day, but I pestered the doc to let me go. I couldn't bear the thought of having to tolerate that crowd of morons any longer) I stopped off to see my buddy George. I hadn't seen him in almost a week. He was glad to see me and was worried at my old man gait as I hobbled in, sore from the surgery. We talked a bit, and I was puzzled over his obvious depression. I finally got it out of him. Three wetbacks had broken into his store at 3am two nights before. He'd barred all the vents on the roof because of the last break-in, so this time they brought axes and chopped through the entire roof! Once inside the store they had ripped it apart, taking a fortune in booze, smokes, lottery tickets and cash. George now feels helpless against such determined greed. He's finally decided to take my advice and leave the state, heading north. He despises muds, all muds.. While I was there in his store, two butt-ugly niggers not blacks, came up to the counter. They had grabbed eight 2-liter bottles of Coke to go with their stolen bottle of rum no doubt. They stank of that sickly-sweet B.O of the unwashed monkey. Trash hung in their nappy hair, and their faces stuck out on the end of long animal-like muzzles and huge, slobbering lips. Their foreheads were non-existent, telling any fool they possessed no higher functions. But stupid though they were, they also possessed that animal slyness many of them have. After setting all the bottles on the counter, one of them tried to distract George as the other one gave him three one- dollar bills. George had just made change for another customer, and that's what the niggers were waiting for. They used that exact instant to pay him, so he'd be confused as to exactly how much they'd given him. When George told them they had only given him three dollars, the larger of the two declared, "Hey man! I gabe youz twelve dollah!" George is a highly experienced dealer when it comes to niggers. He looked that buck right in the eye and said, "Not this time man.." The big buck started grinning shyly. He was caught and he knew it. He laughed and said, "Yeah, you right man! You got me!" George pointed to the freezer, and he was not smiling. "Puttem' back..Now." The thieving coons did as they were told then beat feet out of the store as fast as they could. George turned to me. "I've gotta get out of here before I kill some of them." He meant it. After a while the tally builds up in a man's soul and he can no longer take anymore. When that day comes he can either leave..or die from killing too many muds. He's fast reaching that level..and so am I...

Just another day in the life of a white man in the Third World part of America...