All that aside, I ended up either selling or giving away most of my possessions in order to have enough space in the U-Haul trailer to pack my most necessary items. With a rebuilt truck from bumper to bumper, $4,000 worth of parts and a new engine I'd built myself, I was confident I'd make the long trip without incident. Man, was I wrong. But I'm getting ahead of myself. On the morning I left San Berdoo for the last time, I drove through town to do some last minute supply shopping. The last sight I saw as I left that evil place was poetic, and spoke volumes about the reasons for my permanent departure from a city that I once loved. As I came up to the last red light leaving town, there was a silver SUV in front of me at the red light. Suddenly both passenger side windows rolled down, and two long, bony black arms shot out of them and flung two handfuls of thoroughly gnawed chicken bones out on the sidewalk. Now mind you, this was 6:45AM. Where the hell did those niggers find any chicken at that hour, unless they'd brought it from home? And niggers being the chicken hogs they are, and thieves to boot, I was amazed that any chicken survived the night to be eaten by those apes. Chicken for breakfast? Only a nigger. Hateful rap music blared from the escaping air inside that rolling monkey cage. The windows went back up and the SUV sped off, loaded with evil doers, off to do only the devil knew what offense to whom. I shook my head sadly at the testament of a dead city, overrun with the vermin of the earth, thanks to Jews in high places...

It had taken me much longer to prepare to leave, thanks to the accident and other unexpected setbacks, but I was finally on the road. Red-eyed, exhausted and physically wrung out like an old washcloth, it was all I could to do stay awake at the wheel. But I had to get out of town. It felt like every minute I lingered there, a piece of me was being eaten away by that cancerous place. The evil of it was almost palpable. My health isn't the best right now, as most of you know, and this ordeal almost finished me off. I'd get up at 5AM and go to bed at 8PM, unable to sleep because of the pain and just lay there groaning, sleeping fitfully for a few precious hours then doing it all over again the next morning. This went on for over a month without letup. By the time I was on the road, I was a walking, red-eyed zombie. I pulled into Phoenix to visit my son and slept during most of my visit with him. I felt so good being out of that sink hole that once at my son's house, I slept like the dead. Though better, I was far from alright, and got a room in Winslow Arizona and slept another two days. Climbing the Flagstaff grade to that beautiful town was a real chore for my loaded down truck, but it came through fantastically, making me damned glad I'd spent all that time and money on it. It purred like a spoiled cat. And when I say loaded, I mean loaded. That trailer was packed to the rafters with some really heavy stuff like a large Craftsman tool chest with all the tools, a fridge, microwave, computers, radios, weapons, survival gear, and tons of food, not to mention enough stuff to completely set up house minus the furniture. Replacements were waiting for me back east. I'd already set that up far in advance...

I left Winslow for Albuquerque, but only got 15 miles out of town when my brand new radiator exploded like a bomb. Antifreeze shot all over the hood, and I found myself stranded on I-40 in 115 degree heat. Pissed doesn't even approach my level of anger at the lack of quality control by manufacturers today, who now hire trained monkeys in foreign lands to assemble these things for fifty cents a day. Greedy bastards. I called Triple-A and they promised to send out a truck pronto. Yeah, right. 4-1/2 hours later, some buck toothed yokel shows up with the wrong rig, and doesn't want to do it anyway because he'll miss his son's birthday party, aka beer and football. An hour later the rep calls me and says there's been a bad accident behind me with thirteen cars in a pile-up, thanks to an 85-year old granny driving a monster RV, who had a blowout and ran her rig right in front of an oncoming Peterbuilt. She said it was a grisly sight from the reports she got, and there's no telling when I'd get a tow. All the tow trucks in the nearest two towns were at the wreck site. Damn. After all that time in the Arizona sun, I was cooked to a fair thee well, let me tell you. Finally a truck came, but Triple-A reneged on my trailer coverage, and I ended up being robbed blind to haul it with me. Once back in Winslow, I re-rented the same room I had and went hunting a new radiator. Wherever I went in that stinking little berg, drunken Indians followed me, calling me "brother" and begging for booze money. Some were already so smashed that they could barely stand to ask for more money. Some even got hostile and aggressive when told no. Booze has destroyed the American Indian. It's still illegal in some places for them to possess alcohol. Their genetic makeup can't handle white man's fire water. It's their heroin. We won't have to kill them off, they're doing it all by themselves. Their government checks are gone within days on booze, and they all live in the most run down hovels imaginable. Their reservations look like an unflushed toilet. I shook my head as I passed their area, knowing that they are a doomed race...

I finally found a good radiator..an original equipment replacement (finally!) and got the rig running again and hit the road. Sometime I'll tell you all about that fiasco. Getting that radiator was a real nightmare. I drove straight through Albuquerque to a place called Gallup, New Mexico. Never stop there folks. Needing gas and some food, I pulled into a Wendys and ordered a burger. As I stood there waiting for my order, I felt eyes boring into the back of my head. I turned and looked to find that every last person in the place was Indian, and all of them obviously didn't want me there in the worst way. Unwelcome doesn't come close to the feeling they deliberately conveyed to me. Hatred, raw and undisguised, dripped from the eyes of every ugly face. I don't care what tribe it is, all Indians are ass-ugly. The women especially. They all look like squat, fat little trolls with a face that only their mother could love. How their men find the gumption to mate with those fat hogs is beyond me...

In any event, I gobbled my burger and got the hell out of there, vowing never to stop there again. It gave me a taste of what America will be like once the muds are the majority here. Whites need to wake the hell up. This isn't a game. These bastards are playing for keeps. The rest of the trip was smooth, and I landed in a little country berg in the Ozarks. To my utter delight, it was a densely wooded, stream and pond covered paradise. Small, two lane roads wound through the countryside, and I had to stop several times for deer and possums as they made their way across the road. I was soon to discover thatit is a KKK stronghold, and that some people have pulled their kids out of the schools for being too right-wing! No joke! I laughed out loud when I learned that. They teach white pride, separation of the races and the true history of the U.S. A breath of fresh air in an evil land. Internet hookup is proving to be a real hassle, but I'll manage to get back online soon, by hook or crook. In the meantime, Tom and good friends like him will see to it that my rants reach you all. As always, Tom is proving to be a great and reliable friend during this transition. Phone service.. especially cell, really sucks, and they've installed a new cell tower to help things. But even with that I can't get through half the time. In a way it's an asset. At least the phone peddlers don't bother me anymore! Haw! Leaving the darkness was the best thing I could have possible done. Time is short folks, and I strongly urge all of you that are still in the cities to get the hell out now, while you still can. No, it's not easy. But it beats dying...

Well, that's about it for the condensed version. I'll tell more about it when I'm back online. Watch for new rants, they're on the way...

Take Care All,

JOOM