Take that!


Fit To Be Tied!


Most of the time I'm a very easygoing fellow. I bother no one and get in nobody's face. I mind my own business and hope others do the same. I never start a fight or an argument, but I always finish one. I look at it this way: If they've got the balls and stupidity to get in my face, they deserve whatever happens to them. Today was one of those days where my personal credo was stretched to the limit. I was sitting in a parking lot all by myself in the shade of a tree, eating a bag of fries when suddenly a grinning wetback appeared out of nowhere and proceeded to get my attention, interrupting my lunch. For some reason these bastards don't care what you're doing. If they want something from whitey, he'd better listen to them right this second! I saw the son-of-a-bitch, and with a sigh of utter disgust I yelled, "NO MONEY! VAMANOS!" But instead of taking the hint and leaving, he stood there grinning like a weasel eating shit off a porcupine. He shook his head and said, No senior, I wash de' weendows for de monee!" I glared at him and said, "Just what part of NO MONEY didn't you understand, you fucking wetback? Get yer ASS back to Mexico! And STAY there!" Well, the stupid parasite grumbled and finally took off, looking for some other gringo to sponge off, so he can continue to breed, breed, breed more snot-nosed, thieving little wetlets to grow up here and start murdering and robbing us...

Things are getting really tight here for the muds, and robbery, home break-ins and thefts are skyrocketing all over the state. I mean to tell you it's bad. People are losing their jobs here by the millions as companies close, go bankrupt or downsize. This is leaving tons of wetbacks in the lurch with no dinero coming in. They don't want to go home to South America because down there they'd have to work for the going wage, which is definitely not our pay scale. But like the gold miners in the 1800's, when the mines played out and there was finally no more gold to be had, they hung on for years anyway, refusing to face the hard fact that the golden goose was dead and gone forever. This is what the wetbacks are doing here. In fact it's worse than that because even as they really begin to starve here, millions more are flooding across our borders looking for whitey's money, because Mexico and the rest of Mud Land is bankrupt. But when they get here they discover that there's already hordes of other greedy wetbacks here, just milling around aimlessly with no jobs and no prospect of getting one. And still they refuse to leave. So what's left? That's right. TAKE what they need! I drove by the Stator Brothers parking lot last week, and what I saw appalled me. There's a corner there where all the fresh wetbacks gather in the mornings, lunch tortillas in a paper bag, waiting for some greedy gringo to drive up and hire a few of them for some cheap under the table labor. Usually there's twenty or thirty of the maggots there every morning. This time there were at least THREE HUNDRED! And these weren't humble, friendly wetbacks, these were hard looking, obviously criminal Mestizos that were trying to get some dumb gringo to take them home so they could case his place for a robbery. Murders, rapes, molestations, home break-ins, GTAs, and burglaries are through the damned roof. This state is on the very brink of chaos. What whites that are still here are ready to commit mayhem. Sadly, we also have a bumper crop of young and extremely stupid whites that have been utterly destroyed by liberal brainwashing. These manufactured liberals are as rabid as any on the Hill. To me they're worse than a mud and deserve no mercy. And they'll get none. They're a cancer in our race. But let me resume my tale of woe:

Not five minutes after I get rid of the damned wetback, a nigger shows up, wanting some crack money! I was ready to kill. This rubber-lipped parasite bugged his soft boiled egg eyeballs at me greedily and eyed the inside of my truck to see if anything of value presented itself. I growled at him to back off, and told him to "Get your worthless nigger ass away from me before I slit your f**ing throat from ear to ear!" I waved my Bowie knife at him menacingly. I always keep one jammed between the seats where I can grab it in a flash. And YES, I actually said and did those things. This is not some BS tale. When I've had enough of somebody I can get pretty damned radical. Years of constant harassment and theft by these parasites has whittled my tolerance to nothing. He took off in a sprint, looking behind himself to make sure I hadn't decided to croak him anyway. He was very quickly out of sight. Good riddance.

The damned niggers here are like flies on a dog turd. They buzz around every white that holds still long enough. I've sat in my car in a parking lot and watched the area for moochers, just for fun. If you sit in one spot over five minutes you'll see one coming your way. They stand in the shade of any store and scan the lot with their hand over their eyes, looking for a fresh crackah. You can always tell when they spot one because they suddenly freeze like a bird dog, then take off at a brisk pace straight toward their target. A couple of times I've baited them just to get even with the bastards. And when they're almost right up on me, I hit the gas and peel off, giving them the finger as I go..LOL! The trouble is you can't avoid all of them. Sometimes they sneak up on you, or you're distracted, or they get you when you're entering or leaving a store. They're good at what they do. After all, to niggers, whites are here on this earth to support them. Wetbacks think the same way...

I decided right then that I needed to move to another location to finish my lunch. So I fired up the truck and drove two miles to the parking lot of a local community center. It has a huge parking lot for the public, and I picked a shady spot and finished my lunch in peace. I thought. Then I lit up a small Swisher cigar and called my old Mom in Oklahoma on my cell. We'd been talking about five minutes when a young punk in a white Ranger pulls up next to me and gets out. He's 19, 6 foot-two, blond, blue eyed and skinny. He overhears me talking about "wetbacks" to my mother and gets radically indignant. Pure brainwashed race traitor. So in a fit of nigger loving indignation, he comes over to my window, sticks his face in mine and rudely orders me to put my smoke out! He says there's no smoking in the parking lot. I look at this asshole like a dog turd on a stick. I happen to know one hell of a lot more about California law than this smart-ass twerp. "Just who the f***k are YOU?" I demand. He's taken aback by my forcefulness but he doesn't relent. "I work here!" He says pompously. (Mind you, my Mom is hearing the whole thing on the phone.) "Well big f**ing deal! I can smoke any damned place I like!" He gets his balls in a knot and tries to strong arm me. "It's against the law! Put it OUT!" He demands. "Come over here and make me asshole! I'll beat your worthless liberal ass to mush! You better get the fuck away from me while you can still walk!" Well, he thinks twice about taking it any further and huffs off inside the facility. He comes out with an older woman in tow and points to me, wailing like a thwarted liberal. This is just a taste of what these bastards have in store for us folks. Total control over every aspect of our lives..by force. Smoking even cigars occasionally is dangerous, and the liberals will kill you if you do...

The woman comes over to my window, but before she can say a word I lower the boom on her. "Where in HELL do you get clowns like that? I'm sitting here minding my own business in a public parking lot, talking long distance to my mother in Oklahoma and smoking in the privacy of my own vehicle, which, by the way, is perfectly legal, and this asshole comes over and gets in my face!" "Well maybe he thought you were smoking something else!" "Oh bullshit! He saw exactly what I was smoking. He was just showing his ass." When she hears all this she gets red faced, apologizes profusely and stomps back inside. Now get this.. Ten minutes later ole' numb nuts comes back out and gets in his truck and leaves. He's hang dog and no longer wearing his uniform, which is now wadded up in his arms! He got fired for being an asshole! I have no doubts I wasn't the first person he'd had a run in with there, and his bosses had finally had enough of him. Now consider this folks: All three of these incidents happened within the space of fifteen minutes! This is the kind of crap that goes on in this state and town every single day. My Mom was shocked and outraged at what she heard over the phone, and thought I should have thumped the turd! LOL! But guys, I'm just one person out of millions of whites that are getting the same crap every time they step out the door to do something. It's so bad out there that most women are afraid to drive alone, and I can't blame them...

After having been screwed with three times in so short of a time period, I was fit to be tied. Knowing me well, Mom wisely advised me to go home and lock the door and not come out until tomorrow, to give me a chance to cool down and stay out of trouble. She's right. I did exactly that. Like Clint Eastwood says, "A man's got to know his limitations." I know mine, and I damn sure reached them today...

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